Filthy Riches Book Novels & Stories

They could make the auctioning thing a business, huh, but good to hear that they donate their earnings to charities. "You said, one week?" I asked Quinn who was sitting beside me. "One week with the man you paid for? Yes, that's right." She giggled, still sounding so excited. I just laughed as I shook my head. I crossed my arms and looked back at the stage after another man have been auctioned. "Next Billionaire is Pierre Moretti." "Oh my God! Pierre!" Quinn pushed me like a hyper child. Everyone scream in excitement as Pierre walked on stage and waved at the audience. He was smiling playfully and looks like a playboy.

She wanted to take revenge for the last time. “Rita, is this the brother-in-law you were talking about? The one who bought a Lamborghini after winning the lottery? He looks pretty handsome but why is he acting like this?” “But I can tell that he is rather reserved. I am afraid that he must not have been to this kind of big event and seen so many people before, right? Alas, we cannot blame him. This kind of country bumpkin who has already been poor for a long time has very little knowledge but suddenly came into so much money. Therefore, it is inevitable for him to have the nouveau riche mentality!”

The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days. Matthew was aware that the Richards mansion was a living corpse guided my Alan richards from a very long time. A person can do any crime in there and not even a single investigation is carried out. Matthew knew that the mansion itself is a scretive burden with gold emirates to establish a new empire and hence he was here trying to make a deal. Alan who was silently sitting in his car against a sheilded glass so that Matthew cant see his face looked at david angrily. David knew that Alan doesn't like others talking about the Richards mansion.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

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.

HER POV The sterile white walls of Crestwood Psychiatric Facility blurred again as another wave of memories crashed over me. I curled tighter on the narrow bed, knees to my chest, rocking slowly. The nurses had given me something to calm down, but it never worked when the flashbacks came. Roman. He used to treat me like a princess. I remembered the first time he took me to Monaco. The private jet, the yacht, the way he looked at me like I was the only woman alive. He had bought me a diamond necklace that night, not because I asked, but because he said it reminded him of my eyes. “You deserve the world,” he had whispered against my skin as he fastened it around my neck, then made love to me u

Charlie I felt morally disgusted with myself for having sunk to such a low level. I’d made a deal with the devil, just to save my company from falling into Jessica’s hands. When I came up with the concept of More, it was Richard who backed me when no one else would give me a chance. Without his financial support, I wouldn't have ever got the company off the ground. He's done some pretty questionable things in his personal life and I've turned a blind eye to it until now. Maybe if I had stepped in sooner I could have avoided all of this, but let's face it, even I couldn't have prevented King Dick's ultimate downfall.

Crawling forward on shaky limbs, she spread her ruined, dripping pussy and ass with trembling fingers and looked up at them with hazy, worshipful eyes. “More…” she begged hoarsely. “Please don’t stop. I need these huge cocks to completely destroy me. I’m your filthy, addicted, cock-worshipping whore forever.” Darius stroked her hair, smiling with dark satisfaction. “Good girl. Your old life is done, princess. You gone black, you now belong.”

"Remember slut that your pussy belongs to me. No touching it without permission. Shower and clean yourself up. When you are dressed, send me a text. I will send you an address to a boutique a friend owns. I have instructed her what to fit you in. You will purchase the items. Her shop opens at 10am, but you will be there by 9. After your fitting, send me a picture. If it pleases me, I will send you the address of my office. You will arrive at exactly noon. Wait in the hall until you see my assistant leave for lunch. If you decide against continuing, that is fine. Enjoy the memory of last night and the Lush is yours to keep." I read the message several times and my pussy got wetter each time.

Zilla lost count after the fourth orgasm. Kai took her on the bed, against the wall, on the floor. He edged her deliberately between climaxes, pulling out or slowing down every time she got too close, making her beg in a wrecked voice before he allowed her to fall over the edge. He called her his filthy girl, his needy little slut, Daddy’s perfect cunt. Every filthy word made her clench harder around him. By the time he finally finished inside her for the third time that night, Zilla was limp, trembling, and completely marked by him. Cum leaked from her with every small movement. Her thighs were shiny with it. Her voice was nearly gone from moaning and begging.