Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Freed

The scent of rain, cedarwood, and expensive leather rolled off him, heavy enough to make my pulse jump into my throat. "You get complete financial freedom," he said, leaning one hand against the edge of the desk, bending slightly so his eyes were level with mine. He was so close I could see the tiny gold flecks in his dark irises. "Five million dollars deposited into a private offshore account the moment the ink dries tonight. Another five million when the six months are up."

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

She could feel his steady, watchful presence without needing him to speak it. Outside, the street was hot and bright. Scott opened the car door and waited. Freeda slid into the seat, folder on her lap. For a long second, she only looked down at the top page, the name she had refused to compromise, the name she had fought to keep, the name that now belonged fully to her. Scott started the car. “You expected that.” “Yes.” “And?” Freeda leaned back, letting sunlight strike her face. “And I’m tired of people saying ‘wife’ when they mean erased.”

the brunette said, stepping closer, her hand trailing down my chest. "Sasha," the blonde added, batting lashes that screamed fake. I poured myself a scotch, neat, and downed half in one swallow. The burn matched the fire in my veins. "Strip." They didn’t hesitate. Good girls. Valeria peeled off her lace slowly, teasing, hips swaying to the muffled bass from outside. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, nipples already peaked in the cool air. Sasha was quicker, efficient, kicking off her heels and shimmying out of the fishnets, revealing smooth, shaved skin that begged to be marked.

His eyes glazed over and his jaw clenched together. “You have absolutely no idea why you do to me.” He whispered while leaning down and began trailing kisses down my exposed stomach. “Then show me.” ‼️ MATURE SCENES‼️ Those simple words seemed to snap whatever self control he was holding together as he pulled off my pants and panties, leaving me bare to his flaming eyes. I automatically tried to cover myself up but he gripped both hands to the bed and smirked up at me. “Oh no, you said show you so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He growled and his head dipped low between my legs. I let out a gasp as his cool tongue slid between my sensitive area and began flicking vigorously.

she panted, her thighs gripping my waist even tighter as her inner walls began to spasm around my shaft. “Cum for me, baby,” I growled into her ear, my breathing ragged. “Cum for Zaddy.” With a few more brutal, shallow thrusts from me, Sandra exploded, her body shaking as she rode out the intense wave of her climax. I quickly withdrew my aching cock from her dripping wetness. She slid off the desk, dropping heavily onto her hands and knees before looking up at me and opening her mouth wide. I stared down at her degraded state on the floor. Outside of this room, she was a massive celebrity—a flawless woman everyone loved to watch on their television screens. But in here, under my thumb, she w

He glanced between me and Dora, nodded like he understood something I didn't, and walked away. In the living room, Fiona was waiting. She gave me a practiced smile. "Catrina," she said, "I've let that maid and her daughter go. You can see it for yourself. We've ignored your feelings for too long. Will you come back?" I stayed silent again. But this time, Dora stepped up for me. "Grandma," she said softly, "give Mom some time. Please." Fiona nodded, then turned to the new maid. "Get the kitchen started. Cook her favorite, like grilled fish, lemon butter."

Hence, I immediately transported myself to where she was so that I could stop her from going. She was surprised to see me suddenly appear in front of her. I could see her face clearly: her dark, thick eyelashes shaded her greenish eyes with yellow-green flecks and were shining somewhere deep within them. Her high pointed nose, a kissable pinkish lip, and thin eyebrows; her long, curly, wet, blonde hair. In her wet clothes, I could not say anything else, but she was perfect. She was even more lovely in the way she carried the basket of clothes.

"Is that so? Well, guess what? I swapped it with yours when you were closing the curtains!" Mom instantly grew frantic. She shoved her fingers down her throat, but it was too late to expel. Soon, the drug kicked in. She started to feel dizzy and collapsed onto the floor. In her final moments of consciousness, I crouched beside her, leaning in close to whisper in her ear with a widening smile. "Oh, and I forgot to mention. Willem has AIDS." Mom's eyes widened in fury as she tried to hit me, but the effort quickly drained her strength, and she succumbed to unconsciousness.

He took a deep breath and steadied himself before continuing, "Fine. Have you calmed down now?" I did not answer as I only smiled faintly. He said, "You destroyed the estate and all our beautiful memories from the past. I won't blame you for any of it. I know letting Judy move into the estate was hard for you to accept. I promise I won't let her step into our home again. I'll also tell her she would never disturb us again. Come back with me now." Even now, Lawson was still acting the same way. When did I ever need him to forgive me?