Fifty Shades Trilogy Book Novels & Stories

His cock stood straight up against his stomach, wet and shining from my mouth, twitching every few seconds like it was begging for more. I was soaked. Absolutely drenched. My panties were ruined, clinging to me, slick sliding down the inside of my thighs. My clit throbbed so hard it hurt. Every pulse between my legs felt like a scream: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I couldn’t wait anymore. I sat back on my heels, voice hoarse and cracked. “Zahar… please.” He blinked, like he was coming out of a trance. “Please what, printsessa?”

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.

Her eyes locked onto the flash drive, and slowly, fear crept in. "What… what do you want?" she asked, voice shaking. "Nothing." I slid the drive back into my pocket. My tone remained calm. "Just stay away from me. And keep certain people on a tighter leash. Otherwise, I can't promise this data won't be… accidentally released." Sweat beaded at her temples. Her lips trembled. She knew I wasn't bluffing. This Paula was no longer the soft, pliable girl they once toyed with. I had the strength—and the means—to bring the entire Specter family to its knees.

SARAH After two days of him ruining me, I stormed into his office the next evening, my hands shaking as I went through his computer while he was in a meeting. What I found made my blood boil. A hidden folder. Pictures of other secretaries before me. Notes on their cycles. And worse, records of the special "vitamins" he had been slipping into my morning coffee for weeks. Fertility drugs. The bastard had been drugging me to make sure I was extra ready for his cum.

Chapter 53 is BETRAYAL and it's going to shatter your heart! END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Arabella Pov It's been three months since my Luna celebration. I had been working non-stop on pack business all day. I washed up and got into bed with a book. My mates weren't here as they were in their office, handling pack business as well. We're getting married in as little as two weeks, so I'm trying not to overwork myself. I recently started reading fifty shades of grey. Honestly, this book is nothing but pure sex, but it intrigues me, especially after what the triplets decided to do to me a month ago.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

I scrunch my brows and avoid her. She passes by me but suddenly her books fell on the floor and I turn my face to see her. She is glaring wildly at me. “How dare you, Ashford? You pushed me and made me fall.” She is putting the blame on me, like seriously? “Are you crazy? I was far away from you when you passed by my side.” “You are lying!” she accuses me. “Low down your voice!” I hiss dangerously at her, “Just because you’re a girl, it doesn’t mean you can raise your voice to prove your point right. I was standing on a good distance from you.”

Taking out the book, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Tasha gave this to me. Ever since she caught me here reading Fifty shades, which almost had me dying in embarrassment, she promised to get me another of its kind. But more hardcore and intense. Reason why I hid it here is because if Bryson ever finds this type of novel in my room, he is gonna kill me. I was just in chapter three and I was already squirming in my seat. A normal teenage girl would burn the book and wash her eyes with bleach at the kind of sex scenes and hardcore pornography in this novel, but I wasn't normal.

She tiptoed through the room as if she were in a museum, afraid to touch the shining oak of the bedframe, or the perfectly smoothed silk linens on top of it. Ruth, on the other hand, had no qualms. She happily wagged her tail as she ran about the room, smelling everything. Caitlin made her way over to the huge dresser in the corner. It had a shining, white marble top, with golden drawers. On top of it, there had been laid out already several sets of clothing options for her. She could not believe it. Each outfit was more beautiful and extravagant than the next. There was a long, formal gown, in a black silk; there was the Versailles version of casual clothing, which was just a slightly short