Fifty Shades Freed Novels & Stories

She replied, pulling him into another kiss. But Stark knew, deep down, that this secret wouldn’t remain a secret forever—and when it was revealed, he’d be toasted. *** Freya sprawled across the plush leather couch in her study, her finger tracing idly along the rim of the whiskey glass clutched in one hand. Her hair spilled wild and untamed over the armrest, as she was naked. Stark sat beside her, he was also naked as his breathing was steady as he studied her through solemn eyes.

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.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I stumbled back, the power I hadn’t even known I had hummed beneath my skin. Alive. Uncontrollable. I squeezed my eyes shut. Then I heard Helena breathe out, relief flooding her voice. “I’m free,” she whispered, exhausted. “I’m free.” I opened my eyes. She was free. Her hands had dropped. She sat in the dirty slave-yard mud. Every eye was on us. That’s when I realized I had held myself back and then let go.

But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

It was just half an hour ago when Hemera lit the red and blue candle, signalling the beginning of their anticipated immaculate disrobed tango. The only two left in the pool are him and the raven-haired Rozelyn, who’s silently reading E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey. ‘She’s really reading that under the mid-noon’s sun, huh?’ He thought as he took a spoon of lemon sorbet. In a second, he accidentally spilled the melting dessert in his topless body—making it look like a woman’s juice as it slid down in his smoking hot body, down to the serpent hidden beneath his shorts.

“Where.” Kris answered fast. “Halden House. The atrium. Cameras live there all day. Business people, society people, reporters pretending they’re not reporters.” Winnie frowned. “That’s a lot.” Freeda swung her legs off the bed. “He told the world we were still committed while I was asleep. That’s a lot.” Scott looked at her. “No touching.” Freeda glanced at him. “No touching.” “Understood,” Scott said. By two thirty, Freeda was dressed. She wore a black dress, her hair in a ponytail, and no jewelry that meant anything. Winnie fussed with her collar, as if she were angry with the fabric.

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.

"Have a drink with me. What’s your name?” “It’s Shawty.” “No last name?” She shook her head. Frederick chuckled and tried to suppress the large laugher that was coming out of his mouth. She looked at him with disgust. “I’m sorry but where I’m from, the United States, Shawty is kind of like slang and you don’t fit the definition.” “What do you mean?” she asked. She never really liked Americans, she always found them rude and abrasive but this one seemed very mellow. “For one, you aren’t that short.” He laughed. He stood up and began circling her slowly then he stayed behind her and placed his chin on her head while wrapping his hands around her, his inhibitions were weakened by aphrodisiac.