Fifty Shades Set Novels & Stories

Delicate lace bras with matching panties in black, deep red, and emerald green. I blushed furiously, heat flooding my entire face and neck as I pulled them out. My hands were trembling slightly as I held up the emerald green set, examining the intricate lace detailing. Zayne was watching me intently, his golden eyes tracking every movement I made. "I thought of you when I saw those," he drawled. "I imagined you wearing them, imagined what you would look like in each color, and I couldn't walk away without getting them for you."

LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

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.

Although she knew there was nothing neutral about sitting with the Harrisons in a room. Taking the steps seemed appealing to calm her nerves, but Anita insisted on taking the elevator. As she watched the metal door close, Bridget counted numbers in her head. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and they stepped out and walked into a well-lighted hall. A receptionist directed them to the conference room where they saw Mr. Fred engaged in a discussion with the Harrisons' attorney. Bridget felt a rush of anger. What could Mr. Fred possibly be discussing with the enemy?

Sloane swept the portfolio off the table and sent it crashing to the floor. "She is using a pretty booklet to trick you. When the actual wedding day comes, it will look nothing like this." The mood in the room shifted. "Laurel, if I had not come with Gemma today, nobody would have ever found out what you are doing behind their backs," Sloane continued. "I am in the wedding business too, but the rate I give my friends is the real deal. Only 500 dollars. Unlike you, I do not make money off the people I care about."

"I don't want money, Jesse. I want you." The disdain in his gaze deepened. "Drop the manipulative act." Just as tension hit its peak, the door swung open. Gina strutted in on heels. Her once fiery red hair had been dyed sleek black. She was trying hard to play the perfect innocent girl Jesse liked. "You shameless old hag," she snapped. "Still trying to cling to Jesse? Look at yourself in the mirror. You're just an old, vain parasite. Take the money and get out already!"

No Mercy I still lay sprawled across the massive king bed in Kai’s ocean-view penthouse suite, chest heaving, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through my wet pussy. Thick ropes of Kai’s cum slowly leaked from my swollen, well-fucked pussy, running down between my ass cheeks and soaking into the expensive white sheets. My skin glistened with sweat, red handprints glowing all over my ass and thighs where he had spanked me hard. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the sun dipping toward the horizon, painting the ocean in deep oranges and pinks, but neither of us cared about the view anymore.

He dragged her hands closer to his face and felt the warmth of it. The chief priest was getting closer. He dropped Olanna’s hands and drew it closer to her waist. Her legs were still far apart, unclosed. He went to where her legs were, placed her legs down, and united it with a gentle push. His pain gradually increased. She was staring at him with the same warm smile that had run through her face from the first day her stubbornness was marked a threat. He closed her eyes and covered her body with a free wrapper that was lying close to her He touched her for the last time.

“I won’t.” The tension between them softened. It wasn’t gone, but it quieted. The storm had left its mark on both of them. They ended up together in the room, not out of lust or habit, but out of sheer exhaustion. Sudan handed him one of his dry shirts. Zach slipped it on while Sudan changed into something clean, the air between them thick with unspoken things. When Sudan lay down on the bed, Zach hesitated in the doorway. The sight of Sudan, stripped of every wall, eyes softer than Zach had ever seen, undid him completely. Sudan reached out a hand, not demanding, just waiting.

I screamed his name, my nails scratching the table. He moved us to the big window next. My tits pressed against the cool glass as he took me from behind again, the city lights below us. Anyone could have looked up and seen me getting fucked like a slut, but I did not care anymore. Though the building was so tall and isolated that no one could see us from the ground below. "Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a perfect little secretary. I'm going to fill you up now."