Filthy Rich Novel Novels & Stories

I shook my head, eyes wide, but my body pushed back onto him anyway, greedy. He kept his hand over my mouth and started pounding inside me hard, deep, with no mercy. Every thrust shoved me forward until my tits were pressed flat against the cold mirror, nipples dragging with every stroke. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the small space, filthy and loud even with his hand muffling my moans. “This what you needed?” he grunted, voice rough in my ear.“A hard, dirty fuck to shut that guilty little head up? Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

We spot the other three inside a retail store and head inside. "That would be more of gangster rich, wouldn't you say?" asks Ves. "I don't know. Anything besides filthy. I'm not filthy." "Me neither," she says with a grin. We catch up with the other three, who are looking through the jeans rack. "How much did he have?" asks Mia to Ves. "About ninety million," she replies. Mia gives a low whistle. "Filthy rich," she says with a grin. And I didn't want to be called that...

There were a few men who were hot, but not as hot as him. She was beautiful and divine. But does she look like a bitch? I wouldn't say. She was just over him, touching him like an obsessed freak. We know he's yours, girl. Don't rub it in our faces. He is wealthy. She's beautiful, classy with elegance worthy of a billionaire's partner. Just like Favio's important customer. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my head. Scenes from when I was being raped came flooding my head. "Ah…" I muttered and touched my head, trying not to get anyone's attention as I saw my clothes being ripped off of my body and how I begged him to have mercy, but my words fell on deaf ears.

Losing everybody made tears swell up in my eyes, but yet again fate couldn't be more shitter to me. Cold street water splashing on me, it drenched my body and left no trace of dryness on it. Shifting my gaze to the side, I see a black car and all that come into my head is "Riches" My eyes glued right to the car, judging by the way it looked anyone would be able to tell that not only was it very expensive, but the person inside it was filthy rich and that fact alone put and pissed me off so badly My mind going back to the fucking Mr. Kant, I was done and fucking tired of anything that had to do with rich people, but still my cursed fate would never let me be.

This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it. In Tristian Ravenford's arms was my home, and with Liam, we were writing this new chapter, together and with one ink. When he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I smiled happily in the hands of the billionaire I was addicted to and my lovely son. I was at home, this was home, and it was where I wanted to be. END.

Fire blazed across my scalp like a forest fire. Happy place . . . just think of pretty fields filled with wildflowers. A fast-flowing river with a picturesque waterfall. Mountains that touched the sky and forest terrain for miles. Clean, unpolluted air and the taste of freedom. Harrison barked out a strangled cry as he flooded my mouth. There was no way I was going to swallow his filth. Instead, I spewed it onto the grimy floor, spitting out every last bit like it was poison. His belt jingled as he fastened his clothing. The sense of shame nestled deep in my gut. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye, I just stayed there hoping he would turn around and leave. And he did, but not bef

That he never intended to do such a thing to her. "You disgust me." She finally said. Benjamin looked at her as she stared at him with empty eyes. The paper fell off of her hand and it floated towards the fireplace. "You disappoint me." She added, stepping away from him. His presence brought a sense of shame to her pride. That this was the man to who her mother was married. This was her father. "How many more dirty little secrets do you offer?" She asked. The rich always had skeletons in their closet. She prided that their family was clean. That they led a moral life, that they were noble and upright, unlike other filthy rich families.

It was not that I have never beed to such smelly places before but after living in that luxurious mansion of Mr Richards, I seem to have forgotten about the filthy shit, I have myself penetrated in. I realised with the sound in the background that these people are not aware that I am up and that was an advantage. I tried moving my back around trying to find something sharp to break free from the rope but it seems that I was tied to a pillar or a pole in this shit. I myself have to break free from this knot as soon as possible. I started moving roughly trying to move my fingers in such a way that I untie the knot or let it lose around the wrist. I however stopped when I heard footsteps approa

Now my bare pussy was right there in front of him, glistening and swollen, juices coating my folds and inner thighs. He stared at it for a long second, breathing hard. “Look at this juicy cunt. So pink and dripping wet for me. All this softness, these thick thighs, this fat ass spreading on my desk… it is driving me fucking crazy.” Oh my goodness… I love the way he talks dirty so much, it just makes everything inside me rise. He leaned in close, hot breath fanning over my exposed pussy, and dragged his tongue in one long slow filthy lick straight up my slit.

“Filthy rich slut… getting fucked raw in the dirt where I work… You love it, don’t you?” “Yes… I love your big cock… use me… I’m your garden whore!” He reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while pounding her. Isabella came a third time, screaming loud enough that birds scattered outside. Rafael followed soon after, flooding her again until cum poured down her thighs in thick streams.