Fifty Shades In Order นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

"You're so good. I'm almost there. Keep going, please, just like that." "Tell me you love this," Ethan's voice rasped, guttural. "Tell me you want every inch of me." Ethan demanded. The whore's hips rose, a wild, desperate offering. "I want it all," he shuddered, a choked sound. " Ethan tilted his head back, eyes closed, breath coming fast. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned. His body tensed, a final, brutal thrust. "You got it, baby."

Alex's hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve, every shiver of pleasure. They stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. Sophie's breath hitched as Alex's lips trailed down her neck, his hands worshiping every inch of her skin. She arched against him, her fingers digging into his back as he pushed her down onto the bed. "Alex," she moaned, her voice a plea. He covered her body with his, their movements slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that left them both gasping. As they moved together, all thoughts of David, of Evelyn, of the world outside, melted away, leaving only the two of them and the fire burning between them.

His eyes stay focused on mine, which only making my breathing kick up and quicken. Standing, I wait for his orders. He's got too many clothes on, and I'm itching to remove them, but I can't, not until he says. His finger settles under my chin, pushing my head up. I try and keep my eyes on his, but when I see him moving and unfastening his shirt, my eyes drop. "Up here baby," he whispers, and I look up into his eyes, and quickly fail, my eyes drop to his chest, and I bite against my lip. He pulls my lip free. "Remove my shirt, baby," he orders. His hand releases my chin.

“Then chapter one of this operation is not the dress.” Julian opened one eye. “Chapter one?” Mrs. Turner looked at him. “Do not encourage metaphors. You will injure yourself.” Elaine ignored both of them. “The first step is L.H. The second is the vendor route. The third is the cedar room. The fourth is the dress.” Daniel nodded. “And the fifth is leaving no footprint that leads to Agnes.” Leah looked at the service passage on the screen. A thin line behind a locked history.

Do not touch yourself for the next sixty seconds. --- Phase Four: The Final Push (Minutes 13–15) 13:00 – 14:00 Two minutes left. This is where you prove you can follow orders. One hand on the clit, two fingers inside. I want a constant, vibrating rhythm. No stopping. No slowing down for sixty seconds. Start now. Flick. Flick. Flick. Pump. Pump. Pump. Do you like how your fingers slide so smoothly across that clit now? You’re a mess. You’re soaking the sheets. Imagine my cock is what’s slamming into you while my mouth devours you.

Not the girl who shows up in heels and lingerie for the hourly rate. I closed my eyes and the memory flooded in, unfiltered. The way he'd requested for me to take off my cloth, and he watched me with hungry eyes as my cloth hip on my ankles. “Let me see you,” he’d murmured, and I’d felt exposed in the best way—wanted, not inspected. Then his mouth on my neck, teeth grazing, and lower, until he was on his knees in that thousand-dollar suit, tongue tracing me like he had all night.

My body moves quickly, so I am laid next to her, Marcus above me. "Damn you witch." I moan as he kisses me, his hands pulling me to him as his cock slides into my sex, my moans turning to screams as his nails dig into my hips holding me in place. My eyes watch as Demitri has Analise pinned to the bed, her screams muffled by the gag. "Switch." I look at Marcus as he moves, swapping places with Demitri. "Even better idea." I look at Demitri as he pushes me to Analise, his hands tying mine above my head like Analise, or one anyway. His hand passing me the wand.

*Flash forward* I tried to ignore the blood that trailed the length of my arms. Noah's hands exploring each inch of my body carelessly, his lips attacking the tender skin of my neck as I bit back the bile that forced its way up my throat. My eyes had taken a permanent position of being tightly shut, all he had to do was open his eyes to see the disgust that lay upon my face and his little fantasy would be ruined. I couldn't let that happen.

However, as time unfolded, she began to discern the various hidden aspects of his character, previously concealed within the depths of his dark, obsidian eyes. The unpredictability of his shades was such a confounding storm and nerve-wracking to even realise what to comprehend from it. Unaware of when or how it happened, she found herself falling for him without having any reality of it. The moment was indefinable, occurring without warning, without a care in the world as sudden and unforeseen as a storm in the clearest of days.