Harley Quinn Smith Nude Novels & Stories

“He’s obsessive. Routine-driven. Everything in his life is scheduled down to the minute. Same gym. Same overpriced coffee. Same assistant. Same goddamn smile in every press release.” Jeremy leaned over, glancing at a photo of Smith, tall, clean-cut, slicked-back hair, eyes like a viper in an expensive suit. “Sounds like a man of habit.” I nodded. “A man of control. He never lets people close. But…” “But what?” I turned the page. There, pinned with a paperclip, were a handful of articles and photos. One showed Smith at a private ballet performance, another at an avant-garde dance show, another with a blurred woman in a sequined costume leaving a nightclub.

“I’ll do have to get him to talk. I can’t help him otherwise. I didn’t flash my breasts either. I showed some cleavage.” “He doesn’t want to talk,” Harley snarled. “He wants to fuck you.” “Harley!” Justice snarled back. “Enough!” “You know about what she did to Moon and yet you still called her?”

Hanna recalled. "Harold made me stay naked all that day and when it was time to close he made me sweep the floor with the small broom again while he watched and took pictures of me. He would hand me the dust pan and then tell me to bend over at the waist and part my feet wide so my pussy and asshole will show in the picture then he told me to stay bent over and look back at him so my face and my spread pussy was in the same picture." Hanna said quietly.

His eyes suddenly became treacherous as they were fixated on the image of a woman who was lying on a bed with a man, Damien. She was hugging Damien who was topless. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arm was on his bare chest. Bill clenched his fists so hard that could break his knuckles while gritting his teeth. Kelly took over and swiped to the next image. There, Arabella and Damien were inside a quilt hugging. Their heads and shoulders were shown without a space gap between their bodies. The next image was mind-blowing. Arabella was just wearing her underwear while Damien was naked.

For her plan to be accomplished, he needed to be gone. Raising a slim silver lighter, the flint sparked sharply. She touched the flame to the end of her cigarette. The cherry glowed a brilliant, angry red in the darkness. She inhaled deeply, letting the bitter, acrid smoke fill her lungs before blowing it out into the violent wind. The glass balcony door slid open. Harper stepped out into the sweltering heat, holding two crystal tumblers filled with clear vodka and melting ice. She shivered despite the high temperature, her eyes darting nervously toward Sienna’s rigid posture.

The bell rings again, this time barely more than a whisper through the door. I open the door and step inside. And stop cold. There, perfectly posed on the black leather bondage bench in the center of the room, is Harper. She’s naked. Completely. Her bare skin glows in the soft red lighting, her hair tousled like she’s been here for a while. One leg is stretched out long and elegant, the other bent at the knee, toes grazing the ground. Her arms are folded beneath her head like a makeshift pillow. Her lips are curled in a lazy, satisfied smirk, even though her eyes are still closed.

Harley seemed to heave in relief before she started speaking, “I know what I did was wrong, and spies are normally killed. But because of Diana's previous contributions to the pack and for the sake of the information I am about to give, I plead for you to let us go, and we will never appear in the Moonshine pack again.” Just as I was about to scoff at her rejection, she added another statement that made me pause. With gritted teeth, Harley said, “I am willing to take the severing powder as well.” Hearing that, not just me, but everybody else in the hall was pushed into a state of extreme shock.

He wanted everyone to know that he was there… he wanted everyone to know that he owned me. Harley, seeing my expression, knew that I wasn’t hating what was happening and was now watching with pure fascination. Zach pulled back and stared down at me, his wolf relenting control. At this point, I was completely naked and very horny. “Look at her, Harles,” Zach said with a grin. “She’s on display for us.” “Seems so,” Harley said a grin on his face too. “We should really do something about that,” Zach murmured as he slid down my body, his lips trailing along my breasts, down my belly, and positioning himself between my legs.

I was well aware what kind of a woman Harley was, she wasn't just about empty talks, however, she was the one who had attacked me first, and I wasn't going to back off now. Smirking at her I said, "I don't know which type of drug you are high on these days Harley, and if not drugs I suggest you seek help, for you are hallucinating I guess. Also, Vivian will be the happiest if Leonel finally leaves her, but I guess that's not happening. FYI Harley, it's not Reux, it's Eriantha Karwitz." I glared back at her, "And making friends or enemies out of home wrecking hoes is beneath me."

Oh, hell fucking no. “Yo, Trig, what the fuck are you doing?” When she hears my deep growl, Harley flinches and moves backward. She flicks the ash from the cherry of her cigarette before placing it between her red, full lips and sucking. Goosebumps prickle all over my body as a chill runs down my spine, causing me to shudder. A seductive, devilish grin appears on her face as she takes in the sight of me in my fucking underwear. Despite my desire to entertain this scenario, I shift my hungry gaze from my little bird to Trigger, giving him a deadly, knowing look that wipes the smirk from his face.