Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

It was dark inside, and I could see a figure lying on the bed. Is Luna already asleep? I wondered, walking closer to check. But my blood ran cold when I saw who it was. It was Isabel, and she was completely naked. Before I could react, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of her. "Love me, Cade. Please, just love me," she begged. At that exact moment, the door flew open and the lights were switched on. We both looked up in shock to see Luna standing in the doorway. LUNA's POV

“Máximo clarified. Isabella looked down, disappointed. Maximo lifted Isabella's chin gently, forcing her to look him in the eye. - You are a very beautiful woman; you have nothing to be ashamed of... Trust me. Isabella nodded, her heart racing, and took a couple of steps back, to go to one of the loungers. With her little red face and her back to Maximo, she took her dress and lifted it, pulling it off her head. From a distance, Máximo watched her and as the fabric of the dress went up, his eyes widened, surprised by what was revealed to him. Isabella had hidden it very well, she had a beautiful body, perfectly proportioned curves, not that she had exaggerated attributes, she was the perfect

“Oh that, he’s not available at the moment. But he’ll be meeting you shortly. I’ll also let him know you’re here.” Isabelle had been lying on bed, eyes on the ceiling thinking about her new life and what the future holds for her. She stood up, pick up the remote on the table beside her and selected a news channel to watch. The presenter was introducing the contestants for the new face of Fernandez Holdings. The ladies cat-walked to the stage from their positions, shaking their buttocks sideways with enchanting smiles on their faces, their legs were long and seductive. Isabelle admired them. But then, her eyes widened fractionally with each passing second upon casting her gaze on the third co

There was a sort of piercing sound from the speakers and then the electronic voice went on talking. “Most of you may think you know who Isabella Martinez is. A Nerd,” just then the projected screen started to reveal pictures of Isabella from when she was little and until she changed her dressing sense. She had her braces on, she played soccer, she wore larger clothes. There were giggles round the crowd as an animated picture of Isabella wearing large glasses and heavy braces came on. “Some people think she’s now changed, pretty, hot but guess what? I bet you didn’t know that she’s also a liar and a slut!”

“Maybe I wanted to be found… by someone like you.” He led her into a private room at the top of the hill. The moment the door closed, Rafael pulled her close. He stripped her slowly, peeling the red dress off her body until she stood completely naked before him. Her full breasts heaved with every breath, nipples stiff and aching. Rafael freed his massive cock. Isabella’s eyes widened at the sight of the thick, veined monster — easily 13 inches of heavy, throbbing black meat, the fat head already glistening with precum.

Lucien’s hands slid lower down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper easily, smoothly sliding the denim down her legs and along with her panties. Isla stood there, completely naked and completely exposed, her body trembling with urgent anticipation. “Look at you standing there,” he murmured, his gaze traveling slowly and intensely over her body. “So perfectly flawless. I am going to utterly ruin you, Isla. I am going to use you until you cannot physically walk away.”

NOTE: My lovely readers, beware of MATURE CONTENT do not read if you can't!! Isabella finally dressed in a short skinny gown,her cleavage exposed,her thighs half naked. Her make up, light and simple, she's ready to give her body away in order to save her mom. "Bella,you've to smile,"Sandra whispered to her and she smiled. She wished a miracle could just do itself and someone end up paying for her mother's hospital bills, like in movies but unfortunately this is her reality.

Chapter 40 Nina’s POV The rotors kept thumping, relentless, like they were counting down to something I couldn’t stop. Isabela’s red silk dress snapped in the downdraft as she took one deliberate step toward me. Her heels clicked once on the tarmac sharp, accusing. Floodlights turned her skin porcelain-pale and her eyes black pits. “You disgusting bitch,” she hissed, voice slicing clean through the engine whine. “Do you know the trouble you made us go through? You should be locked in the dungeon and chained, forgotten, rotting.”

But his head came back up from the almost impossible angle that it had been placed in, now minus the hood that he had worn moments before. He was completely bald but Isabelle did not even notice this. The things that struck her were his eyes. Even now she would have trouble describing them to anyone, despite the fact that she had thought of not much else, but at that point so many thoughts had come into her head to describe those eyes, all of them now gone. The unmasked man licked his lips and sneered at her horribly as he pushed a wet handkerchief into her face. For a brief moment she could concentrate on nothing more than a very strong smell, which was almost like bleach.