روايات وقصص ضمن Hayes Grier Imagines Dirty

Neat black blazer, sleeves perfectly pushed up, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The kind of man that ruined your life. Ryan was here for one thing - an interview for the office secretary position. She could NOT mess this up. Ding. Then — THUD. The elevator jerked violently and stopped. The lights flickered. Ryan grabbed the rail. “What was that?” Ethan finally looked at her. Really looked at her. His eyes were a stormy grey. “You have got to be shitting me,” he muttered. Ryan rushed to the doors, banging on them with both fists.

A sensation I had never felt before reverberated through me. I didn’t know if it was Hayes’s hands, Noah’s grip or Cole’s filthy words in my ear but this wasn’t me. The prim and proper Harper would never resort to something so dirty. Let alone with her stepbrothers. “Oh my goodness! Hayes! Noah! Cole! Ahhh!” “Fuck Red,” I heard Noah’s ragged curse as he sucked on the spot behind my neck. I closed my eyes from the ecstasy and all I could hear was the wetness of Hayes’s fingers slipping into and out and the sounds slipping past my tongue despite desperately trying to hold them back.

A letter H on my skin. “I know you are soaking wet, my sweet Princess slut.” Hayden closed the marker, pulling me closer to him by looping his fingers on my thong. I whimpered, the feel of his pants rubbing against my clit, giving me the friction I needed, making me cream more. “But I don’t care. Do you know why?” I shook my head, clenching and unclenching, when his glittering blue eyes gazed at my body as if I was a painting that he had created.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

“Guys relax, I am a big girl I don’t think the wolves want anything to do with me. I am a Spell-Blade right or wrong?” No one said anything, Jade thought about what they both said. She wasn’t going to fall for a mutt, there was no way. Why would Jade and Darius had anything between them, sure he was a hot Alpha male, but that was all he had going for him. Some of his wolves were better looking and the one at the gate had something for her, a charge hit in between her fingers when she touched his nose, but that was nothing. She didn’t want them to know about that either, it would make them worry about everyone she had to meet.

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

His eyes flickered up to mine, a storm of emotions swirling in them. “But I can’t stop thinking—why did you do it?” I asked, voice dropping lower. “You were free.” Hayden’s breath hitched as I grabbed his ass, pulling him flush against me. “Maybe…” I leaned in, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Maybe you like being my dirty little slut.” His body tensed at the words, but I caught the way his breath stuttered, the way his fingers curled just slightly. I smirked. I spanked his ass, and a small, unrestrained moan slipped past his lips.

Griffin looked out over the ground, now riddled with bodies. Among them, one straggler still twitched. Just a head left, hacked clean off, dragging a length of torn, bloody tissue as it struggled weakly through the pile. It let out a broken growl, jaws snapping toward the doorway. Thud! Griffin kicked it out of sight. "We're clear." Hayley gave a small nod and stepped forward, moving through the field of corpses. As she passed, her eyes landed on a skeleton that had been picked completely clean.

Greer turns around to look at the man who has spoken. He is nice looking, with short blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. He is heavily muscled, tall, and broad. The man looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He is smiling at her, so she feels rude for not responding, so she says rather awkwardly “Oh, um, thank you." “I'm Hayes, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, Hayes.” She sees Hunter and Liam coming toward her, so she says to him, “Excuse me.”

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.