Isabelle Clarke Nude Novels & Stories

“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.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was halfway to the door, ready to chase after my mother and demand she tell me exactly what she planned to do to Vanessa, when the bathroom door opened behind me. I turned. Isabella stood there. Completely naked. Water still glistened on her skin from the shower, droplets sliding down between her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach, down her thighs. Her blonde hair was wet and tousled, falling over her shoulders in waves. Her lips were parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

He pulled me close, but his body was rigid. She has been planning this for months. The gifts. The parties. All to isolate us. Make me desperate. What does she want? I asked, though I already knew. His eyes met mine. You gone. Or me broken. He cupped my face. Neither will happen. But his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked. His face drained of color. Another message. From Isabella. A new photo. This one taken tonight. Me. Standing at the bedroom window. Snow behind me. Naked from the waist up, arms crossed over my breasts, staring out into the dark.

Her bare legs were propped on an ottoman, one hand elegantly cradling a stemmed glass of rosé. A laptop hummed quietly on the small marble table beside her, open to the grainy warehouse video. Her lips were painted blood red, matching the fresh lacquer being carefully applied to her nails by a young assistant. “Not too round,” Isabella said, tone sweet but cold. “Sharp at the tips. Like claws, darling. This shade demands presence.” The girl nodded quickly, brushing a final stroke with shaking hands. Isabella stared at the screen, watching the masked figure move. She hit rewind, wanting to see it again. And again. Each time, her amusement grew as she tried to figure out what made it so intrig

ISABELLE I rolled over my bed, trying to stretch my body but my hand instantly hit something. No, a creature. Or? I jumped out of the bed, fear clouding my face as I tried to know what was beside me. A creature? That was definitely Lucas Graham’s hair. His back, revealing a build up of fresh abs. My eyes widened, my hand flying to cover my mouth in disbelief. Lucas was lying on my bed, half naked, his abs staring at me beautifully and his cock…