Filthy Riches Book Novels & Stories

The professor is still half-dazed as she starts tossing cleaning and laundry detergents in a small plastic grocer cart, along with various small cleaning equipment and even a very compact multi-purpose vacuum cleaner. The only time I was ever exposed to people who are that rich was that one time I was with Eddie in that damn fucking villa. And that incident is the biggest reason why I can’t even date, much less consider making out with a man or have a one-night stand! As she searched for her wallet inside her bag to get to Bien’s credit card, she notices the Manila envelope right beside it, its flap now fully open. She can see the red splatters, the slashed flesh of someone’s back, and blood

In other words, she was now stinking rich. "So, what's it like to be filthy rich?" I smirked. "It feels like I am going to be robbed or murdered anytime," Rose said. "That's morbid. Who would murder you? Me?" I gasped. "I'd like to see you try," she laughed. "So, now that I am filthy rich, I am going to make you my bitch!" her face brightened. Oh hell no. She will have to kill me first! "Is this any way treat the father of your child?" I walked closer and kissed her.

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.

I’d fought hard to get scholarships to Eldridge, but the rising costs were crushing. I’d started waiting tables, then stripping at smaller clubs, until Marcus found me for Inferno. The money was dirty, but it paid the bills. And the rush? It fed something dark inside me the power of being wanted, even if it wasn’t real. Elliott’s third finger pushed in deeper, bringing tears to my eyes. I moaned, my body greedily accepting his invasion. "Please," I begged, voice breaking. The thong was soaked, my arousal leaking steadily. He turned me around, pressing me back against the pole, yanking the thong down my thighs until it caught at my ankles.

“I want to feel this pussy squeezing me when you fall apart.” His words, the filthy way he’s claiming me, the way his thick cock stretches and fills me completely it’s too much. My second orgasm crashes over me even harder than the first. I scream his name, back arching off the bed as my walls clamp down around him, pulsing and gushing. Dean doesn’t stop. He fucks me straight through it, growling praises and dirty words into my ear. “Good girl… such a good little slut for Daddy… soaking my cock so fucking well.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

I had expected it to be messy, clothes littered everywhere but it was way too clean. His bed was arranged to perfection, and the scent of something strong filled the air like alcohol mixed with… I sniffed again trying to figure it out… metallic? But I wasn’t sure. I walked to his desk and ran my hand across it—not a single speck of dust. Well, that was crazy, because damn, I never expected James Hawthorne to be this freaking clean. There was a folder open on the desk. I looked through it—it looked like blueprints, which was normal for real estate but what stood out was that the handwriting wasn’t in English.

DOES A person’s conduct alter when he or she becomes rich and powerful? When a person gets a lot of money, all they want to do is use it for wickedness. Or maybe, they still don’t get enough money, so they will do everything in their power to just continue to increase it. They say, “Dirty people use dirty money by getting it in a dirty way.” I drew my gaze to the comment section as it rang out in a sequential manner after Adrastos’s previous utterance of the sentences. I’m confident they’ll provide a substantial quantity of money in trade for my life for me to die.

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.