Novel & Cerita Katherine Justice Nude

That's what a normal person would've done. I didn't move. Katherine's eyes stayed locked on mine, reading every flicker on my face. "You're not embarrassed," she said quietly. "You're fucking starving for it." The word hit me like a slap between the legs. "I am," I said, and my voice came out hoarse, wrecked. "Then come here," she told me. I hesitated maybe half a second, then stepped into the room. Katherine slid off the bed, completely naked, not a shred of self-consciousness, and walked straight to me. When she reached me she lifted one hand, cupped my face gently, thumb brushing my lower lip.

They were entirely defenseless. Door of the bunker suddenly groaned aloud, throwing open with a harsh, metallic screech. A single figure stepped into the dim light of the vault. It was Katherine. She looked entirely unrecognizable from the elegant, proud noblewoman who had sat at the head of the Alonso dining table a few hours prior. Her expensive crimson dress was shredded at the bottom, dragged through the mountain mud and stained with black ash. Her right wrist, shattered by Oscar Wayne, was crudely wrapped in a dirty piece of cloth, hanging limply against her side.

Katherine finally and gradually pulled out of her shell as she threw her head back, enjoying my ministrations on her body. With her head thrown back, her breasts pressed forward, her lips parted and despite the bruises on her wrists that were still healing and the faded yellow bruises that played peekaboo with me in those moments when her dress shifted to reveal her skin...in that moment she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. In fact, she was even more beautiful to me with the bruises on her body because they told a tale of a woman who had gone through hell and back but was still fighting.

she purrs. I run my hands down the length of her curvy body and bring them to a stop at her chest before running my thumbs over her taut nipples. Her back arches, and she lets out a soft gasp, then she tilts her neck, baring her nape to me. “What the fuck, Priest?!” Katherine asks and jumps to her feet, horrified at what I am about to do. “I’m having my dinner as well; now sit the fuck down before I exchange her for you,” I say, watching as her already pale face grows paler now that she knows what’s about to happen.

She hesitated a lot before agreeing to her crazy friends' requests. Katherine was dressed in a black knee length dress with a single sleeve reaching her wrist while leaving her other hand almost bare. The dress hugged every curve of her body. She had left her hair open and wore a black stilettos, which made her legs looks endlessly long. Hudson picked her up to the night club. She notices that he was smirking at her secretly. "What's wrong? Why are you smiling like a maniac?" She asked, checking herself in the dashboard mirror.

She had been out for almost four hours, long enough for me to bring her here, strip her completely, and bind her spread-eagle to the bed. Her wrists and ankles were locked in padded leather cuffs, her beautiful body stretched out and completely vulnerable. Her auburn hair fanned across the pillow, and her full breasts rose and fell with each slow breath. She looked like a goddess laid out for sacrifice. Katherine stirred. Her eyelids fluttered. A soft groan escaped her lips as awareness returned. Her green eyes opened, confusion clouding them for a moment before they widened in pure shock. She stared at the walls, taking in every photograph of herself. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out

"Just relax and enjoy it. After this, you'll want me every night." Her hands were now sliding down the front of his pants, and Aiden felt dirty and cheap. His head hurt and his feet struggled to shake her off him. Vee knelt in front of him, her fingers fumbling to free Aiden's flaccid member. His hands went to her head and gripped her hair hard, pulling her head off him. "No," he uttered. "Ahhh! I’ve always known you like it rough, Aiden," she giggled. Aiden's office door suddenly burst open and in walked a grinning Katherine holding her basket or treats in one hand and using the other to fling open her cloak, revealing a sexy red lace lingerie.

And why were these sheets so soft? I sighed in content, digging in deeper as I didn’t want to lose this wonderful, wonderful feeling. The soft sheets cocooned me, their silk brushing against my bare skin like whispers. For a moment, I floated in a haze, heavy and languid, my mind foggy as if I had been drugged by pleasure. Pleasure? My eyes snapped open fully as memories from the night before came rushing back. Escaping Kodra’s men in the forest... Meeting The God of Justice...

“Thank you.” “No thanks needed,” I said. “I think she’s in heat. Why don’t I leave this space for you two to enjoy yourselves?” “That’s—” “Do you have a problem with that?” I interrupted him. He shook his head. “No, I’ll do as you said.” “And you know what to do after,” I said to which he nodded. Katherine was pulled by the hair to the centre of the room with her clothes taken off. Her ex was attracted to men and so he only got satisfaction from beating up women. Not sex. Too bad.

She no longer looks away. The evidence piles up: emails, false ultrasounds, contradictory analyses. The pieces align. The case is opened. Cassandre is no longer a silent threat. She is a target of truth, of justice. And in Lyra’s eyes, for the first time in weeks, I no longer see terror. I see a woman standing. Standing, strong, pregnant and alive. And beside her, I stand there. Not to repair. To begin.