Fiona Costello Nude Novels & Stories

Fiona screams as caden lands on top of ciara growling “YOU!!!!!” He shouts just as matt and ben grab his arms yanking him off her “Caden she helped find you please” Fiona pleads with him, i felt numb looking up at him, smoke was literally rising from his head, only then did i realise the boy was still naked, i looked down to take my shirt of but then i realise i had already used that. “You you did this!!!!!!” He screams at Ciara pointing to lilly “No I didn’t shoot her—-“

She clutched her bed sheet tight, her legs squeezing tight together. Fiona's eyes nearly popped out of her head because it was a sight she would have never associated with her boss. Ma'am Rosy always looked efficiently dressed in work suits and high heels, her long hair knotted at the top of her head and not a strand out of place. She always looked elegant, prim, and proper, like a classy princess. Now, staring at her writhing in her own bed, naked and oblivious of any other person, her face was a mask of pure, undiluted pain. It broke something in young Fiona's heart.

I glanced at Fiona over and couldn't hold the laughter that shot out of me. Fiona was dressed in a black crop top and short shorts with spiky black boots. These days, I had a hard time figuring out what her dress style was because she always changed it every week but I knew it wasn't hooker. "Going somewhere?" I raised an eyebrow, she nodded and adjusted her shorts, trying to drag them down. Of course, she wasn't comfortable in them. "Yep, Alisa and I are going to a Bloody Night concert." Ah, so that was why she was dressed like a gothic stripper.

All the girls of the Cosa Nostra were dancing around with strippers in the skimpiest outfits, I was also wearing a very scandalous outfit too. Nikolai was busy, so, he never got the chance to see me today, I was relieved, or else he would have had a stroke—something about no one was allowed to see what belonged to him. I moved my hips to the beat, my hand up in the air. A young stripper with phenomenal abs came to my front, he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "That's Nikolai Costello's wife!" Bianca shouted at him from over the music, the poor guy let go of me as if I had burned him and sauntered in the other direction.

Instead, my gaze landed on someone entirely different, and my jaw nearly dropped. She was wearing low-cut denim shorts and a tight, sleeveless brown crop top that showed off her arms and belly. The moment she caught me looking, she flashed me a sharp, evil grin. I blinked in utter disbelief. I turned my head to look at Finn, who was staring at her with the exact same confused, alarmed expression on his face. What the hell was Fiona doing here?

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

Sebastian unlocked the outer door and pushed it open, and I followed him through, with Gideon behind me. The cell at the end had its door standing open. Colt was leaning against the wall outside it, arms crossed, and he straightened when he saw us coming. “She hasn’t said a word since midnight,” he said. “Just been sitting there.” I walked to the open doorway and looked in. Fiona was sitting on the narrow bench against the far wall, still in her black gown from last night, hands folded in her lap. Her hair had come loose in places but other than that, she looked perfectly composed.

Norman Desmond looked down at the woman he had known for nearly twenty years. Her face remained the same, but her figure... Today, Fiona Forger was dressed in simple and youthful attire, with just a pair of jean shorts and a shirt. It was comfortable and convenient for her to execute violence.

The design of this place makes me see why Shadow Pelt prided themselves on their intelligence. I peeked out the curtain a little bit, not even touching it, in the spaces at the edges of the curtains, and the thin line separating them. And that's when I saw it. The most disgusting image I had ever seen. Fiona was holding onto the edges of the curtains, clinging onto it like it was the only thing holding her up, her shirt was barely on her, and when she arched her back and threw her head back, her body was on full display, breast and nipples and all.

"I told you I needed to cum two or three times before I can get my dick to go down enough to get my pants over it." Fiona stood and started taking off her pants. "Are you telling me, brother, that you have to cum two or three times before that monster cock gets soft?" "Yeah, at least two, sometimes three or more." "Get undressed." "What?" Fiona pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her jeans. "Get fucking naked, Gio. I'm gonna fucking ride that cock and take away your virginity problem. But first..." She reached down into her jeans and pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of her brother in his polo shirt with that gigantic cock showing.