Fifty Shades In Order Novels & Stories

My limbs felt heavy and light all at once, and my eyes fluttered closed. Jennifer’s voice, a lifeline in my altered state, cut through the haze. “Colour?” “Green,” I whispered, almost reluctant to speak for fear of breaking the spell. She delivered the last two strokes, lighter, like a gentle closing of a chapter. Then she set down the flogger and placed her hand on my back. “We’re done,” she said softly. “You did wonderfully.”

I could already guess the gist of the matter the moment I received the call but it was still troubling to know that the matter wasn't as simple as I had thought. The Netherworld gang wasn't a gang I could face alone! "Release her," I ordered. There was silence for a while before the sound of laughter threatened to burst my ear. "Really? Was that an order? Oh, sorry, Little Austin. I don't take orders from two bosses!" He laughed a while longer. "What do you want from me then?" I asked, hiding my anger. "Exchange her life with yours," The words sounded extremely provocative but troubling at the same time.

I whispered one more time, taking off the blindfold. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Who told you about BDSM elements?” “Jasmine mentioned it when we were in college,” I responded shyly. Damien released my hands and got up. I watched as he turned on the TV. Then he plugged in a flash drive and scrolled through the list of movies. He clicked on a particular movie titled Fifty Shades Of Grey. “You want us to watch a movie?” I asked, obviously surprised.

“Don't keep me waiting. Let's get started already,” I obliged. I drifted my dress to the top-right corner and motioned to him. “Can you please help me undress? I am finding it difficult to get it done,” I begged Paul. “Wow! I love this,” he licked his lips seductively. “I knew you would definitely come around. You were just trying to play tough,” While he helped me unzip, I targeted my move and pierced his eyes with my sharp nails I recently fixed before the saga began. “ARH! My eyes. What's wrong with you? I am in severe pain,” He screamed in pain and fell on the bed.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

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.

Thirty Five: A Viper in a Cage Cecilia POV I didn't know how long I lay there. Time had lost its meaning, compressed into the space between one shuddering breath and the next. The world had shrunk to the rough texture of the duvet against my cheek and the phantom taste of cold, greasy soup that coated the back of my throat, a viscous reminder of my submission.

“Are you sure?” He stands suddenly, circling the table, lifting me to my feet and kissing me hard, without warning. The force of it steals balance and breath at the same time. “I’m sure,” he murmurs, fingers lacing through mine. “Now I’m taking you to bed.” “So you make all the decisions now?” “For the next week.” “That’s very Fifty Shades of Gray.” “Excuse me?” “A book,” I say lightly. “Not a hundred years old. Never mind. Let’s go.”

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin