Good Black Author Books Novels & Stories

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“They’re just fun to watch. Narcos, Peaky Blinders, Money Heist, Breaking Bad… They’re just so interesting.” Peter laughed. “With the money the bastards make from that business, I’d take a job in selling drugs over being a boring barman any day. Rotting away here for the rest of our lives, working our asses off… When there’s people who just have to sell a few drugs to make thousands and thousands. Shit isn’t fair.” I giggled in response. “You can say that again.” I trailed off my sentence, narrowing my eyes. “Peter, pour me a Jack Daniels. I’m gonna need some fuel if I’m gonna make it till the end of tonight with all these customers,” I sighed.