Kiera Young Nude Novels & Stories

"If we're measuring despicable, I could never compare to you, Ms. Mira." Kiera's expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the other woman. For a moment, she looked startled, then finally accepted the truth. She lifted a hand and peeled the mask from her face, tossing it aside. Shrugging out of the loose, padded garments, she let them fall to the ground as well. As she straightened, the once-bulky figure instantly regained its slender, graceful form. Her pale face, bathed in moonlight, carried a faint, icy elegance.

Neither of them said a single word, but the profound weight of their silent attention hung heavily in the air. ​KAEL'S POV ​As I stepped down from the high charity stage with Tanya on my arm, my gaze instinctively drifted across the sea of moving guests. ​My silver eyes locked onto the refreshment area. There, kneeling in the middle of a ruined floor, was Amara. She was ignoring the nobility, ignoring the dirt, completely focused on comforting a common servant girl who was trembling with fear.

“But I would never… Kiera, I’d never break up a marriage. My dad cheated on my mom and left the family when I was nine. So, I know that pain. You have to believe me…” “We do,” I assure her, stepping closer. But Kiera holds up a warning hand, keeping me back. Best to just let her have a good cry. Proximity to me will likely only make it worse. “You saw the article?” I say at her. “Oh, I saw. The articles, the videos, the stupid fucking photo diaries. Who knew he had such a ‘bad boy’ streak, huh?” She teases, still patting Tina’s back. “I guess I bring it out in him. We’ll have to get him a motorcycle to go with his leather jacket.”

He needed to extinguish this fire. "You! How dare you kiss me without my consent." Lisa pointed her slender fingers at Brad. "Why are you making a fuss? Aren't all these normal for a woman like you?" Brad coldly said. "Yeah, a woman like me- who don't have the right to live her life on her own way- a woman who was forced to sell her body- a woman who everyone looked down- a woman who don't have any dignity any shame." Lisa yelled, fresh and hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

We'll be fine after she comes to terms as to why I did it. I lay back and wait for my baby to surprise me with that beautiful body of hers. The bathroom door opens after a few minutes and Kera walks out in a beautiful, black string set. "Fuck baby. Come here." I say to her as my eyes drag all over her body. She smiles and gets onto the bed, crawling over to my body so that she's hovering over me. My hands automatically move to her waist and pull her down onto me. She giggles and kisses my neck.

"Kia, you may be the mother of my child, but that does not change the fact that we've become strangers." "I'm still madly in love with you, CJ. I love you too much to let a little girl replace me." Ignoring her, I walked away into the master bedroom to have a bath. When I returned to the room, I froze at the sight of Kia's naked body lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a g-string thong, fluttering her long lashes. Age didn't do any harm to Kia; there was no indication that she was thirty-eight. She was the perfect picture of youthful beauty, lay sprawled over the sheets, legs opened.

“Yes ma'am!” ** ** Rihanna did as instructed – once she had shown Kiera the designated place, she dashed back off. Kiera decided to take a bath, so she went into the shower. She had been feeling reluctant to bathe due to the fact her back is yet to heal; it'll surely sting, right? Then again she summoned courage and went in. As predicted, she shed tears while bathing. She came out, dried herself then glanced at the bandages which she had taken out; the one wrapped around her head was waterproof but her chest wasn't.

Instead of answering, I simply nod in agreement. After a nap and some chill time on the couch, we get ready, or shall I say, Kiara gets ready. She's wearing light blue torn jeans hotpants. Jesus, that ass on display is a heavenly sin, her ass cheeks slightly plunging out of them. A black cutout t-shirt with Guns'N'Roses on it. The bottom part is cut off, showing her perfect navel and belly. Her back is nearly totally on display due to string kind of cutouts. One shoulder slips out of the cut off neckline, and of course, her cleavage is a killer again. She's swapped the blue lace bra against a pink one, which doesn't look less hot. And it definitely pops up underneath that shirt, causing her

“Because when Nyx arrives, she must see something that destroys her. Something that takes every shred of hope, every ounce of love she still clings to, and burns it alive.” My chest rumbled with a low laugh, though confusion still pressed at me. “And what would that be?” Kiera’s eyes burned as she whispered her venom. “I want her to see me and Caspian. Naked. Together. Wrapped around each other as if we were lovers. Let her walk in and watch her soul shatter.” For a moment, silence held me. Then slowly, my lips stretched wide, a cruel smirk cutting across my face. “Bold,” I murmured. “Dangerous, but effective.”

Especially one who looks like Kiera. Even in pajamas, she is stunning. A blue-eyed blonde, Kiera was wearing pink short shorts that looked like cut-off sweatpants, tall white socks, and a plain white tank top that revealed the black straps to her bra. Even in the dim light of the TV, I could tell her clothes were working overtime to keep her curves covered. Kiera is what we would call “well-endowed.” She has large D-cup breasts and a big butt that she and Bethany jokingly refer to as her “dump truck ass.” They even make beeping noises like a truck when she is backing up.