Filthy Riches Book Novels & Stories

“Fuck, Ava.” She took him into her mouth, sucking the head while her tongue swirled around it. Her free hand slid between her own legs, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse. “Goddamn, look at you,” Noah said, voice low and filthy. “Sucking my dick like a greedy little slut while you play with your soaked pussy. You love this, don’t you? Love having my cock in your mouth.”

Chapter Fourteen Zariah’s POV The ballroom was a cage. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, polished marble shone beneath her heels, and the air reeked of money, old money, suspicious money, hungry money. Investors crowded the space, their smiles sharp, their laughter hollow. Every handshake carried questions hidden in its grip.

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.”

He muttered to himself. The next day, the story was printed with a large picture of Theodore. Theodore was in Portugal when he received the news. Natalie was having breakfast when the news was broken to her that Theodore was on Page Six. She opened the newspaper and read the headline “The Forbidden Billionaire’s Dirty Little Secret” Maybe the world can learn new synonyms now. For Mr. Theodore Gilbert is the forbidden billionaire and Miss Natalie Greene is his dirty secret.

When Marcus noticed I no longer threw myself at him and tried to touch me one night, I pushed him away coldly. “Not in the mood.” Inside, I smiled, fingering myself later while replaying Damien stretching me open. My dirty secrets made me constantly wet. I embraced the disobedience completely. I had become a filthy, disobedient queen of my own dark cravings. Embracing humiliation, fingering, and endless pleasure. Damien had no idea what he’d unleashed.

Hot, thick ropes painting my insides while he ground deep, making sure it took. But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, cock still hard, and dragged me off the bed onto my knees. “Clean it. Every fucking drop. Taste how thoroughly I’ve ruined you.” I took him into my mouth without hesitation, sucking greedily. The taste was filthy — my juices, his cum, the remnants of the others. I moaned around his shaft, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deep until my throat bulged. Tears streamed down my face but I didn’t stop. I worshipped him with my tongue, licking every inch clean while he stroked my hair like a pet.

“It’s only the beginning… and next time I’m bending you over that table while the whole campus studies ten feet away.” The library slipped back into its quiet hush, but it felt brand new now… alive, dripping with memory, thick with the promise of every dirty, delicious discovery still to come. And as I walked her to the exit, her hand brushing mine one last time… fingers slick with the evidence of what we’d done… we both knew this was just the first chapter of the filthiest story these books had ever seen.

I gasped, covering my chest as he popped into the room and held up an outfit, ‘here,” he said, looking at my long, pale legs. “Do you mind?” I sputtered, face red. “No, No, I don’t,” he smirked. I pushed him out and got dressed. ‘Wow, these rich people knew how to spoil themselves.’ I could only use one word to describe the feeling it gave. Elegant.

Said John “Although we’ve successfully claimed sixty-five percent of the shares, I’m afraid the Russos wont leave without a fight and to keep the company running, we will be needing a permanent investor” Mrs. Carter listened intently as the lawyer outlined the situation facing their family. With each word, her sense of resolve strengthened. She remembered her childhood friend, one of the biggest investors in New York, if she could get their son to marry her daughter it should go well. Across the neighborhood, in the sleek and modern confines of the Russo estate, a different scene is unfolding. Here, the morning air hummed with the quiet efficiency of modern technology, and the household sta

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."