Fifty Shades Darker Unrated Novels & Stories

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

I growled against her lips, forcing her to meet my gaze through the dark curtain of her hair. Her eyes were completely unfocused, dark with a raw, primal lust that defied the amnesia, the suppressed files, and the corporate armor. In this room, in this dark, she knew exactly who I was. With three more heavy, desperate surges, she shattered, her body shaking violently as the climax tore through her, her fingers tearing into the skin of my back. The intense, crushing grip of her release sent me over the edge, and I buried myself inside her with a low, animalistic groan, spilling my heat deep inside her as the fire finally died down to gray ash.

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

Whatever this was—we were in it now. He didn't speak again. Just stared.So I slid the coat off my shoulders. His jaw tensed. Beneath it, I wore exactly what he asked for— A simple black dress that clung to my skin like a second layer of sin. Modest neckline. Long sleeves. Innocent to the untrained eye. But I didn't wear anything under it. His gaze dropped to my thighs as the coat pooled at my feet, and I swore I saw the last thread of his control snap right there.

“I can’t wait.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my lips, his hand tightening slightly around my wrist. “So? Do you want me to fuck you in front of Betty and the driver?” “I don’t care,” I muttered, my voice laced with frustration and need. His laugh deepened, low and dangerous, and his eyes darkened, locking onto mine. “You better care, love,” he growled, his tone carrying a warning that sent a shiver through me. “Because after they see how beautiful you look coming and after they see that gorgeous body of yours, they won’t see tomorrow. Do you want that, love?”

Luciano said slightly angry. “Sorry.” He is right I should not exhaust me. From past two to three I have been buying a lot of things for our child. I even ruined his celebration. “Let’s go home. I was waiting for you to wake up. An IV was attached to you, it ended almost one hour ago.” He said picking me up bridal style. ……………………………………………….. The Past (Fourteen Years Back) Third Person POV There was complete darkness everywhere. The two little terrified girls were hugging each other tightly. Their soft cries can be heard in dark silent environment.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.