Johnny Sins Elle Brooke Novels & Stories

It left me cold. I’d lie there staring at the ceiling while he slept, my body unsatisfied, mind replaying Vincent’s rough grip, the way he’d growl my name like a claim. The guilt was different with Alex... because I was using him. Pretending. Vincent found out, of course. Laura mentioned it casually over Easter brunch, “Linda’s seeing someone. Some literature guy. Cute, right?” I saw the shift in Vincent’s eyes across the table. A flicker of a dark possessive look.

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid

She offered them polite smiles as she made her way toward the private elevator. As she approached the silver doors, she spotted a tall, broad-shouldered figure walking in from the other side of the lobby. It was Sin. Elara’s smile turned genuine and playful. "Hey, Stone face. How are you?" she greeted cheerfully. Sin froze for a fraction of a second. He audibly gulped, his dark eyes refusing to meet hers as he looked away at the elevator panel. "You know you really don't have to come into the company every single day, right?" Sin muttered, his voice cold.

“EXCUSE me, Ma’am Evadne,” NoraLee apologized as she poked her head through the slightly ajar door. Evadne gestured for her to come inside. “Come in, NoraLee,” she said. NoraLee bit her lower lip as she entered and approached her. “Is there a problem outside?” “Uh, yes, Ma’am Evadne.” “Did something break in our coffee maker?” She shook her head. “N-no, it’s not that. Everything is fine. Nothing’s broken. It’s just that Sir Handsome is outside. He’s claiming his free coffee now. He said he wants you to make it for him.”

I ran my soapy palms over her shoulders, down her arms, across her collarbone. “Ahhhh!” Grace gasped when I cupped her breasts. Her body shivered. I squeezed them, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks under my touch. “These are mine,” I growled. “Every part of you is mine now, Angel.” She moaned softly, her head falling back against my chest. I kept one hand on her breast, rolling her nipple, while the other slid down her stomach. Lower. I touched her pussy gently, my fingers pressing against her folds without entering her. She was still so wet, even with the water running over us.

Brooke ordered the nurses to stay away, saying the girl had a contagious disease, then slipped in around the curtain. She hugged Jack tightly. Her honey blonde hair was soft against his cheek. "It's been a while," she said with a smile. He hugged her back with one arm. "Yeah, guess it has," he said awkwardly. Brooke pulled away and caressed his beard. "You look like a crazed mountain man. Ellie, did you do this to him?" "What? You don't like it? I think it makes him more snuggly," Ellie said, slipping around the curtain.

But for a con actress like her, she could forge any personality that would suit her present conditions and set it on display. “What are you saying, dear? I finally had the chance to see my son, and you asked me why. Is it because of Joan? Whatever she told you is a lie, and you know, deep down, you know I would never hurt my son.” She played the emotional card, and I could tell Fred was falling for it. “I went to see George; he told me about your stealing scheme, and now you left Fred to go be with him; he also told me how you cheated on him with Jones, and the slightest chance you had, you left Fred here, then ran back there.”

I could perceive a scent but couldn't see anyone. Just then, a woman appeared beside us, breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath. "Hey, why did you take my bag?" She asked. How could she ask such a dumb question. "He stole your bag, can't you see that?" She turned to me with a frown on her pouty lips. Hair cropped short and plastered her head, a gown that looked like those of nuns. A face that was so familiar my breath caught. Elaine. It had been over years since I'd last seen her, but her image had been carved into my memories so deep that it seemed like yesterday.

“Entertain me.” “Amolet has a mate, Ira,” Sinful says suddenly. My head whips to him, but he looks away from me, smiling ruefully at Ira, whose mouth pops open curiously. I can’t bring myself to look toward Cian, but I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, the pressure in the way it examines my face for answers. Ira slowly turns toward me, smiling sickly. “Really? Who?” “Some mortal from her hometown,” Sinful says before I have a chance to fumble with a story, my mind unable to grasp what he’s announced. “I took one look at her and could tell she had met her mate.”

I needed the comfort, and it managed to calm down my erratic heartbeat. "I know." Damian nodded at one of the security guards- who didn't bother looking at me. What was the deal with that? Once we arrived at the front doors, it was already opening and a man greeted us. He had a friendly smile as he gave Damian a handshake and I recognised him as Santino. "Boss, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were going to make it," he said, a grin on his face that matched Damian’s . "Of course, but I'm not staying long. Nova, this is Santino, my cousin. Santino, this is Nova," he paused for a moment. "My date."