Fifty Shades Freed Novels & Stories

She grabbed my hand, stubbornly refusing to let me go. "Why is your hand so hot—?" Before she could finish, I jerked my hand away, desperate to maintain some dignity. But I pulled too hard, and the documents in my grip flew from my hand, scattering across the floor. As Paisley scrambled to pick them up, her eyes went wide. "These are international business documents… What exactly is going on here?" The hurt in her gaze sparked an unexpected thrill within me. Without thinking, a harsh remark left my lips. "As you can see, I've been assigned abroad. Paisley, let's break up. You're free now. No one will stand between you and Justin again!"

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

" Freya's pen stopped moving while Mrs. Dalton continued. "Evelyn stood up, and she looked very angry." "Although I can't remember the exact words she said, it was something like... I am done running." A heavy silence settled over the room. Luca thanked the witness before asking Jade to escort her out. As soon as the door closed, Freya spoke. "So the five million wasn't random." Luca nodded. "It was an offer or hush money." "But she refused." The frown on Freya's face deepened

The pain was so intense it felt as if my flesh was exploding. As my consciousness began to drift, I noticed the floating numbers in front of my eyes rapidly decreasing. [Countdown: 24 hours, 27 minutes, 43 seconds.] [Countdown: 20 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds.] [Countdown: 15 hours, 39 minutes, 17 seconds.] … Finally, someone pulled Vanessa back, and she stopped. The timer froze at “4 hours, 1 minute, 25 seconds.” Ethan slowly walked over, looking down at me from his towering height.

I swallowed greedily… very greedy for it, I am milking him with my throat until he shuddered and pulled out. A final spurt landed on my tongue. I savored it … it’s salty, bitter and perfect. He looked down at me like I was a revelation. “Stand up.” Legs still shaky but I obeyed. He spun me back to his chest, yanked the zipper of my dress down in one rough pull. The fabric pooled at my feet. Bra. Panties. Gone in seconds. Naked. Exposed. His hands everywhere…. breasts, waist, ass… claiming.

“To the gentleman for fifty million dollars!” “Did he just say fifty million?” one man whispered, leaning closer to his friend. His friend stared at the stage, eyes wide. “My Alpha spent six months begging for a meeting with that man. He never showed. Never even acknowledged it. And now he's here... for her? An ex-Luna?” The second man slowly shook his head. “No man drops fifty million on a stranger.” “So what are you thinking… His mistress?” The other man glanced back toward the VIP. “Either that… or something a lot more complicated.”

I ignored the scattered criticism and glanced at Chloe, whose face had already turned scarlet. "Everyone, please be patient. I haven't reached the main event yet." Chloe panicked, and the carefully practiced smile on her face cracked. She knew the rest of the list couldn't withstand public scrutiny, so she stepped forward to stop me. I let her snatch the paper away and tear it into pieces. Then I calmly pulled out my phone, opened the photo I'd taken of the list, and continued. "Chloe is also demanding that I give her a house free of charge. It must be at least twice the size and value of our current home. That would put the price at no less than $450,000, before renovations..."

“I want that cunt pointed straight up so every drop stays deep inside you.” Sara whimpered as her body was bent into the obscene position. Her swollen pussy and tight asshole were completely exposed to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Eden Bay skyline. Anyone working late in the opposite building could look across and see her getting ruined. Mr. Vance slapped his heavy cock against her cum-leaking slit.

Freya shuttered and couldn't breathe properly, she tried to push his body but he was pinning her half-nude body and half coat lying on the office table like melting ice cream. "Scream my name and make everyone know not only in the office but the whole world that you belong to me," He bites on her nape and sucks it harder. Please please try my new book and help me to reach 50k views.Drop your comments, likes and gems,

“Twenty-five million! Going once? Going twice? Remember, that this Lot, is not only good in bed, but also an assassin that you can command on your will.” The host tried to raise Freesha’s requirement to skyrocket her price, but Freesha was still ignorant. Her gaze goes back to that figure in the corner. “Keyller…” “Forty million! Forty million for number fifty-three!” “Fifty million! Fifty million for number one hundred and sixteen again!” While the ecstatic voice of the host flooded the venue, Freesha’s mind was elsewhere. She wanted to stand and run into that man, but there were guards scattered everywhere and no room for escape.