Fifty Shades Of Black 2016 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Black cock up that sweet little cunt of yours and in your tight little arse. You girl, is now our meat – black man’s meat.” She had been taken to the private villa, dragged from the car by the black henchmen and frog-marched again around the side of the large villa and onto the wide patio area surrounding the swimming pool. Her hair was tousled and in disarray, like her sweating body, her hair was coated with bits of twig and leaves from the jungle ground and her yellow bikini bottoms were smeared with filth, discolouring the major part of them.

I looked toward the exit wings, but the guards were standing there, blocking any escape. “We have five thousand five hundred in the back!” the MC called out, raising his gavel. “Going once for number forty-six! Going twice—” “Twenty thousand dollars.” The deep, cold, and familiar voice cut through the roaring auditorium. The entire venue went dead silent, the laughter died, the shouting stopped. My breath trapped entirely in my throat, my eyes widening behind the mask as a terrifying jolt shot through my body. Killian Blackwood stepped out of the shadows of the front row. He wasn't wearing a mask. His handsome face was completely bare under the stage glow, his eyes fixed entirely on me. He l

If only she knew, she'd keep her energy now. Her eyes darted around the dark room and she could count about 20 men in the room. One Man was standing close to a black leather chair and on the leather chair sat the devil himself. "Mr. Black." She called with a shiver in her tone. "The hard way or the easy way?" Maverick asked with a flick of his wrist. Immediately, two orange lights lit up in the room. Surprised by the source of light, Rosa turned her head in the direction of the light source. The light shone on a table that displayed tools wrapped in leather material. A man stepped forward with a smile and slowly unwrapped the leather material to showcase a series of tools.

"Sir, do you know Fifty Shades of Grey? It's a very famous movie! Pradies Inc's Fifty Temptations…" She finally looked up and was silent the next second. "Kev... Kevin?" That was what came into her mind that instant. Right then, she was holding a box of condoms in one hand and a fifty-dollar note in the other.

She obviously wasn't ready to complete the answer he was waiting for. Zack didn't inquire further and resumed his meal. "When will filming conclude?" "I'm in the next two months from now," she responded nonchalantly, cutting through the fleshy meat. Then she thought about the name 'Black' for a while before asking, "Zack, who are the Blacks?" Zack didn't reply immediately; his face was scrunched up, and Ivy could guess it was because of the name she mentioned. "Annoying flies."

I called in a low voice. "Adrian!" Austin suddenly shouted, he was so excited that I was shocked and he pointed at someone... somewhere? "Look at that! It's Aliena Isuper's collection that was released last week. That guy really has it!" He continued saying, pointing at the person that was behind Jason. I didn't even bother to see who or what he was talking about before I placed a hand on my waist and sucked in a deep breath. I felt elated, I felt fulfilled, "Really? Jason came too," I mumbled.

I muttered under my breath, eyes flicking toward the big, sleek fridge like it might answer me. Two men. Both dangerous. Both quiet in different ways. And neither of them acting like normal employers. I mean — who pays ten grand in one go just for cooking pasta and cutting vegetables? I shook my head, chewing my bottom lip. And then there was the other thing. Domenico. Always in those dark, expensive shades, even inside the house where the light was soft and golden. Who does that? Movie stars? Maybe. Men with secrets? Definitely. And the way he moved…

Liam said, his eyes heating as they travelled over my towel-clad form. I moved to the closet where my ceremony dress hung, the midnight blue silk that had felt so perfect in the boutique. As I slipped it on, I felt a transformation occurring. This wasn't Iris Delta, the unwanted orphan. This was Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alphas, Luna to four of the most powerful wolves in the country. The dress fit like a second skin, the deep blue making my eyes look almost luminous. I left my hair down, the dark waves cascading over my shoulders and partially concealing the mating marks, so they could wonder what secrets lay beneath.

It wouldn’t get dark for another hour or so, which meant Tad had plenty of time to admire how pretty she was in the slanting sunlight. She heard the roar of the Camaro a minute before she saw it pull down her street. Miranda hastily reapplied her lip gloss and smoothed down her yellow dress. She thought she looked exceptionally good, and that was saying something. Her hair was curled and sprayed into place so it would stay put if they went on the Tilt-A-Whirl or the Ferris wheel.

More like the color. Black. Fuck!