روايات وقصص ضمن Kristen Ashley Wild Man

“You’re not a kid, Lexie. You’re a grown woman. A maddening, impulsive, beautiful woman.” He exhaled hard. “You talk too much. You drive me insane. But none of that changes the fact that I want you.” My heart stuttered in my chest. “I’m not the man you think I am,” he whispered. “You’ve seen Ram Jordan. You haven’t seen the version of me that no woman has ever satisfied.” He came even closer. So close, his heat was on my skin. “You wanted one night? You wanted me to fuck you?” I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to.

But Irvine was already surrendering and she was already giving in to whatever and whoever this was. The stranger kissed her more hungrily this time grabbing one of her breasts whilst at it, he kissed her as though he had been starving and she was the only thing that could fill him up. His lips moved against hers with such urgency, and she let out a sound half gasp, that was sign to him that she had let down her guards so he took the hand grabbing her face down to her behind and did a small grab. He smiled subtly against her mouth when she moaned again, it was a knowing smile, then he deepened the kiss. Her fingers twisted the fabric of his shirt, she was desperate for balance because now her

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

I was not done with the woman before me. “I will show you right now who the real First Lady is,” I grunted with rage. Just as I crossed the gap between us to engage with her physically, Asher stepped in, holding my arms and pushing me away with his strength. “Don’t you ever lay your filthy hands on her,” he said coldly. “I know all about your cheating and bad behaviors. Your parties and everything. I know all about it. But guess what, Zendaya is a thousand times better than you will ever be so stop trying so hard and leave already.”

He faked clearing his throat and coughed to let his chuckles go without being obvious. Bianca was disappointed to know about his deal. But she did not doubt his words to be lies. She can tell he is sort of a pussy magnate. Nikita was one proof. That girl was a blonde bombshell with her body figure and face, although a lot shorter than Bianca. And with the way they wrestle in bed all night during weekends, Bianca can tell Asher is a beast with his endurance, and maybe, just maybe, as she cannot be sure, he is a beast in his skills in bed as well.

In fact, it gave the illusion as if she was the queen who could not be bothered by the buzzing of the mere mortals around her. The woman was no other than Ashley Connor—the famous joke of the entertainment industry who was currently viral for her black materials. Her crazy pursuit against the famous socialites, influencers, and celebrities whose names were attached or photographed at the same angle as her husband earned her as the most hated small celebrity in the industry. Many believed that the reason why she was able to take part in the audition today was because she was the nominal wife of Jaxon Elijah—the big boss among the big bosses of the capital.

He hit hard, rolling fast, crashing like a wrecking ball. Ashley landed on her heels, elegant and fierce. I watched the man roll down the stairs, his body pounding against each step until he landed in front of Chris and the others, limp and lifeless. Jake stepped closer, nudged him with his boot, and said, “He’s unconscious.” Ashley cracked her fingers. “He will be fine.” My heart outpaced my breaths. I always forgot how badass she was. It was one of the reasons I had fallen for her in the first place. She didn’t need saving. Hell, she didn’t need a man. She was the man.

“FUCK!!! "I'm going to kill you!" "Don't do it, Tristan!" Please, no." Tristan's emotions, as a man who has just turned thirty-four, are simply unbearable. He kept punching his fists, kicking hard, and nearly breaking the neck of Carlos, an actor with whom Ayana had an affair.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

"And why are you both dressed like that? Don't tell me the water washed away your clothes?" There is no denying of the sarcasm in the woman’s tone. "We had a photo shoot, remember?" Kyle answered her but the man's eyes were focused on her. "I'm Claire and you are?" The woman even held out a hand to her. "Ash. Ash Grande." She accepted her handshake so she let go of one end of the cloth. Half of the cloth covering her body fell off. She saw Claire's surprise and sigh when she saw the only thing she was wearing. She quickly let go of the woman's hand to cover herself again.