Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.

She is supposed to be my mate, but that poison must have affected me enough to erase that critical information with my luna. "I apologize, but I can't seem to remember your name." I said regretfully, looking at her. She turned her body towards me and my eyes landed on her full breasts, her cleavage on full display. She smiled, and goddess does she have the most beautiful smile. "Isabela. My name is Isabela." she said. Her innocent face seemed to suit her name as well as her whole vibe. She looks like a really sweet girl. Her blonde hair cascaded down her breasts in full, bouncy curves. Her blue eyes stared into me intently. I let my gaze roam down her body. She is wearing a white cardigan an

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

“You’re very… thorough.” Rafael’s smile turned slow and heated. “I take pride in my work. Inside and out.” The tension snapped like a live wire. Isabelle stepped closer, heart racing. “Would you like to clean something else today?” His eyes darkened. “What did you have in mind, ma’am?” She reached up and tugged the zipper of her silk robe open, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him completely naked, her full breasts rising with each quick breath, her smooth skin flushed with anticipation.

The strapless design emphasized her shoulders and collarbones, where Celeste's shimmer powder caught the sunlight streaming through the windows. "I look..." Isla began, unable to find the right words. "Like an angel from heaven," Miranda finished for her, her eyes suspiciously bright. "Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees you." Isla continued to stare at her reflection, hardly able to believe that the ethereal creature in the mirror was really her. She had seen herself beautiful before—it was her job, after all, to look good in front of a camera. But this was different. This wasn't about selling a product or creating an image.

"Sounds great, Megan. See ya then." The brief conversation had been time enough for Candy to snap a picture and send it my way. It was Isa, shirtless, glaring in frustration at the camera, which was zoomed in enough to show a mesh of off-white flecks clinging to bare boobs. She's so fucking embarrassed - you have no idea OMG

The door was already open. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. Isabella was standing in the center of the room—completely naked.

Celina tilted her head slightly, never breaking eye contact. “It’s not my fault, dear, if he…” she slid her hand slowly down her own body in a calculatedly sensual way “…became enchanted with this body, with my eyes… and with my little friend. He’s completely addicted. He doesn’t go a single day without satisfying himself with her. And you were just another woman in César’s bed.” “You’re a pathetic, low-class nobody. You think you’re irresistible. But the truth is, you must’ve cast some spell to keep them!” Isabela snapped, her voice rising.

I pushed the door open just a crack, my breath catching in my throat. Isabella was draped across the chaise longue, her silks pushed up to her waist. A man I didn’t recognize—a rugged, scarred man wearing the leathers of a common mercenary—was kneeling between her legs. His hands were everywhere, caressing her thighs, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Isabella’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back in a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She wasn't wilting. She wasn't sick. And she certainly wasn't waiting for the father of her child.

she complained, trying to calm herself. The water droplets fell from Sebastián's dark hair as he just looked at her in silence, the droplets slid down his golden skin, following his chest and his tense, powerful abs, it was impossible for Isabella to look away, she was mesmerized admiring what she thought was a Greek god. Her eyes continued to travel down the man's figure, down to his V-line, and followed a bit more, and suddenly her mouth opened in astonishment. Even her brain went blank at that moment. "My God, you... you... are you naked?!"