Fifty Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

He saw Hunter nod out the corner of his eye and he pushed his laptop across the table toward Angel. Angel moved to sit in front of the laptop checking the programs that were installed. She had to d******d a couple things quickly to be able to access the server mainframe and then she checked, cross referenced and checked again. She knew they were probably shocked but she’d been good with technology all her life. They all watched in mesmerized shock as she did things on the laptop which astounded them. She had so many things cross referenced or put into various categories at first, he didn’t understand it all. She’d been at it two hours when the laptop began to beep. She said evenly “I’m not s

“I’ll be right outside, if you need me, just call my name and I’ll come running.” Everybody watched her in silence as she walked out of the office. The moment the door closed, I turned to Grey. “What’s this about?” “I am going to do everything possible to figure out what is wrong with her, but at the same time, you should do something too.” Picking up the pen on the table, Grey thought of a better way to explain this. “You know what you do for a living, and you know that almost all mortals are your enemy. The earlier you find who did this, the faster that person will tell us the solution.”

“Suck my pussy right now.” Belle moaned as Zack dropped to his knees in the dark corner of the Midnight Sins club. She came here for revenge to destroy the dangerous man who ruined her sister. But one taste of his wicked tongue changed everything. He licked her wet pussy like a starving beast, sucking hard and fucking her deep with his mouth while loud music shook her body. Zack doesn’t do gentle. He slammed her against the mirror, spread her legs wide open, and devoured her dripping pussy where anyone could watch. “Beg louder, little lamb,” he growled. “Tell me why you’re really here while I ruin you.” One night turned into thirty shades of filthy forbidden pleasure. Public fuckings.

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

“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.

Blair threw the bottle of the champagne on the mirror of her vanity and the mirror broke into a thousand pieces. White knuckles from clenching her fist too hard, and gritted teeth from an effort to remain silent, her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. Her face was red with suppressed rage. The wet, desolate streets of the city rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The water in the portholes shimmered by the glow of the bright, yellow street lamps. The small, green trees on the roadside swayed as the strong breeze hit them.

The rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse was a steady, rhythmic drumming, a percussive heartbeat that mirrored the quiet thrum of the city far below. I sat cross-legged in the center of the massive, charcoal-grey sofa, a mug of black coffee going cold in my hands. Across the room, resting on the polished surface of the mahogany dining table, sat my laptop. It was closed, its sleek silver casing completely unassuming, yet to me, it felt like a dormant explosive.

Ryan's gaze narrowed, his interest piqued despite himself. Emily entered looking stunning, she was known in the club as gray because of her gray eyes. Her hair was a vibrant blue color and fell down her back in long, flowing waves. Her eyelashes were long and luscious, and her heavy makeup only added to her beauty. She wore a short blue gown that showed off her curves, stopping just a few inches below her bottom. Her bright red lips looked inviting, and her gray eyes sparkled boldly. Her long, fair legs were toned and attractive, complementing her slim waist, flat stomach, and hourglass figure. She was a sight to behold! As Emily danced, the guys couldn't take their eyes off her. Ryan, too,

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.