Hustler นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“She actually reminds me of you.” Sasha scoffed. “And that amused the hell out of you?” “Yeah. You know I’m someone who isn’t impressed so easily.” He leaned back in his chair, resting an elbow on the armrest. “Besides, you have to admit, she’s interesting. Aspiring actress. Rising content creator. A waitress—” “You forgot to mention she also works as an escort,” Sasha cut in, flipping a page in the file. “And look, she’s a regular of Mr. Xi Lee. Wasn’t he the Chinese business tycoon who invested in your casino two years ago?”

Reina: Do you know any thing he owned, ladies he was involved with, business associates anything? Marco: yes he owns a club, a lady name Rose was his slut and also was involved with Nico from the stingers for a business for which I think you handled. Reina: why did you not tell me this earlier. Marco: it slipped my mind. The name of his club is red death.

It’s illegal and I’m a cop. “I used to think of myself as a version of Robin Hood who kept the money I hustled instead of giving it to the poor. My family was poor so it kind of makes sense.” She shakes her head. “The people I conned were rich assholes who were more than willing to cheat on their wives. Losing a couple hundred bucks here or there wouldn’t have hurt them and maybe it taught them a lesson in cheating. Instead of getting a sexy one-night stand, they got stood up and got their cash stolen.”

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

There was a flicker of approval with something darker and possessive. Just when she thought the evening would pass uneventfully, one of the men, a silver-haired guy with a lecherous smile, leaned in closer to her. “So, Mrs. Husley,” he said, his tone fills with amusement. “How did Victor manage to find such a beautiful wife? He usually has a hard time keeping them around.” Olivia feels a flash of anger at the way he spoke, as though she was some kind of ornament to be displayed. “I’m not sure that’s any of your business,” she replied coldly.

“You want some of this? You want to see what this big, hard pecker can do? It’ll make you feel real good, way better than that little loser boyfriend of yours. You know where to find me if you want your back blown out. By the way, I specialize in pussy-eating.” He zipped his cock back into his pants and helped me to the car. He helped himself to another handful of my ass as I bent over to get in the back seat. He closed the door behind me and winked. My mother’s instincts regarding Dr. Sterling were accurate. He was a dirtball womanizer. Fortunately, that womanizer was on the hunt just like me

I opened my mouth to argue, but he added, "You can see her tomorrow." The words felt like a weight lifting. "Alright," I said. Without another word he walked to the bed and casually lay down, face to the ceiling, his back to the room. He shut his eyes and let out a long, lazy breath. Is he serious? A gentleman might have taken the couch and allowed me the bed, given that this was a contract marriage. But of course he wasn’t a gentleman. He was Alpha Vladimir of the Mancini Pack, terrifying, possessive, and impossibly sure of himself.

Lula spread my cheeks, spat on my asshole. Dax didn’t wait (lined up and slammed into my pussy once, then pulled out and took my ass, no prep, just spit and cum). “Count the money,” he growled. “Every thrust ten grand.” I screamed, clawed paint, took it. “Fifty… sixty… fuck, Dax, harder—” Lula slid under me on the hood, legs open, cunt in my face. I ate her like I was dying while Dax wrecked my ass, hands bruising my hips, cock splitting me.

He walked closer to me and started moving his middle finger over my face. "you are so disgusting. You kidnapped someone else's wife to satisfy your needs?" I said with disgust. "Not anybody's wife, just Jason Daniel Roberts' wife". He said without hesitation. "aren't you ashamed of yourself Michael?" I asked him with disgust. "oh darling, you are so beautiful. Should I be ashamed of lusting over a beautiful woman like you?"

Before my mind could go totally off the rails, I heard the door handles squeak and my head quickly snapped to the entrance as the doors flew open. In walked a young man. He was tall, dark, and well built. His hands looked clean but rough, like mine. I could tell he was a hustler like me who had to pry his way out of the graveyard and to the top. Hustlers may polish themselves up and act kind, but we are still poisonous. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, Charlotte “, he said. I followed him with my eyes as he took confident strides towards me. “You don't mind if I call you Charlotte, do you?”, he said with his beautiful, beautiful