Filthy Rich Novel Novels & Stories

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

His other hand ripped my thong aside to ram three thick fingers into my sloppy, fertile hole "Jesus, this cunt's a fucking swamp," he grunted against my tit, finger-fucking me brutally, thumb grinding my clit. "Starving for your ex's dick. Beg louder! scream for me, baby. Scream for my cock like the needy cumslut you are.”

“You sound too happy. I have good news for you.” Francesa rolled her eyes. “Every time you say good news, is never good for me.” “This time it is,” Madame said quickly. “That rich man—the billionaire from the big house—you remember? His wife made him let you go? He wants you back. He said only you. He’s ready to pay double. You don’t need to stay in that cold vampire house anymore.” Francesa laughed. “Ay, Madame, you crazy. I no go back there. I like here. I happy.”

The hundred dollar bill. A plaything. ~ He wasn't just a traitor, he was also filthy rich. His house was like a mansion, huge and majestic, unlike anything she had seen. He was a legacy himself, there was no way a man who was so successful needed a CEO position in a retail business company. It was absurd. Erika concealed her emotions, her every thought. She doubted she was even thinking as she walked inside, clutching her dirty dress and wobbly feet. She had never felt this downtrodden in her 25 years of life, it was the most humiliating thing in the world.

"My rebellions? You mean living? God, I hate this. I hate that your dirty games spill over on me. No friends—because who wants to hang with the girl who might get them shot? No boyfriends—because one leaked photo and your precious reputation tanks. So yeah, I sneak out. Sue me." I can't even hold myself back any longer. I just want to hang up and throw this fucking phone at the wall and scream. Truth is, I'm a mess because of him. Spoiled rotten with cash and gadgets, but lonely as fuck. No real connections. Just me, my room, and a stack of erotic novels that make my cheeks burn and my fingers wander. I've touched myself to more filthy fantasies than I can count—imagining rough hands, deep v

He reasons, making me laugh. “He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mouth. “He can take a bath and clean his shit with gold infused water for the rest of his life and he will still have enough wealth to last him a century.” I exaggerate to make it extra dramatic. Not that I'm far from reality.

he said into the microphone. My lips formed a curled grin. I’m not sure if the individuals who are observing me are hypocrites or only cleaning their dirt and grime. They detest me because I mowed down my family, but they don’t loathe themselves for murdering someone or witnessing someone else get slaughtered in front of them? I shook my head. We can’t expect much from the wealthy because they’re too preoccupied with cleaning themselves. After all, they are filthy people. “I thought soap was what people used to clean themselves when they were dirty; I did not know that money was the most effective approach to get the hygienic conditions they desire because anti-bacteria soap doesn’t work for

Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

The cool night air hit my skin like a shock, but it did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from between my legs. I hadn't bothered with a bra or underwear; I had simply slipped into a sheer, silk slip that clung to my curves and left nothing to the imagination. Every step I took felt the slick slide of Richard’s cum leaking from my pussy, a warm, sticky reminder of the audit I’d just endured. The thought of Ethan finding out—or better yet, tasting the evidence of my father's claim—made my clit throb with a renewed, desperate hunger.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll know if I was in danger.” He takes an urgent step forward, reaching for my hand. “You might not be the target now, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be.” “Stop.” I pull away from him. “I don’t get it. I grew up with these men. They have never done anything wrong.” “Really?” He arches a brow. “Surely you cannot be so naive, Sarah. Three men, no wealthy background, build a billion dollar fortune with no parental support whatsoever in a span of ten years, and you think they’ve never had to get their hands dirty?”