Leah Williamson Nude Novels & Stories

In her underwear, she fixed her things and the documents Keanu was begging her to sign. She hid her slim figure in a peach sleeveless blouse and cream slacks, and ankle boots over a brown coat. In the mirror, Leah didn't look bad at 38; for a former model and now a mother of two, her features improved over time. She parted her short brown hair to the side, put on mascara and a red lip, and headed out.

At most, she was just a fleeting novelty, someone he would tire of and toss aside soon enough. But instead, she was the one cast aside. The more the model thought about it, the angrier she became. Grabbing her phone, she sent a photo to Xena, accompanied by a feigned casual message: “I just saw your sister. She’s really something now, walking arm-in-arm with William Lucas.” On the other end, Xena opened the message. As she clicked on the photo, her expression darkened. In the picture, Layla wore a striking red gown, standing elegantly beside William. She didn’t wear any jewelry, yet she exuded an air of grace and nobility.

Shaking her head, she picked up the juice glass the maid had just dropped on a table in front of her. Then her phone beeped. Was it Joye emailing that he'd backed out? Haley took the phone only to see a message from an anonymous number. Huh? She tapped into it, and what her eyes saw next had her brain reeling. Resting on a bed was a sleeping Liam. Deeply asleep, he appeared more beautiful. The person who took the selfie was Leah, resting beside him, her eyes drawn into slits, smiling sweetly at the camera. The text that accompanied the photo read; [Still won't give up?]

He stared back at her, waiting for her to strip. Leah couldn't let her people be killed because of her, it was cruel. With anguish and pain, Leah slipped out of the dress, now clad in only underwear. She could feel his deep gaze that followed her every movement. The gaze that licked every inch of her skin. She despised this devil. "Your undies... Step out of it" he commanded. Leah bit her lips, closing her eyes from the embarrassment she has to go through. She wanted to strangle herself for letting this happen. She felt shame when air licked at her private part.

But Leah smiled serenely at the cameras, as if the world were her loyal audience. “I want to clear the air today with full honesty.” My stomach turned. Every time she said the word “honesty,” I wanted to scream. She took a breath, lowered her gaze for dramatic effect, then looked straight at the camera. “There is a woman who has made it her mission to tear this family apart.” I froze. “She manipulated Zane Blackwood,” Leah said, soft and sorrowful. “She preyed on his trauma and vulnerability.” My heart hammered in my chest.

I fumbled with my boxer to remove it when I heard palo snapped from the back of my head, “Snap out of it you drunk fool she’s trying to seduce you.” He shouted. I jumped to my feet and shook my head bringing me back to my senses, I pulled my pants all the way up and asked palo for his eyes to see. Leah was now standing in front of me naked, no bra, no underwear. I could smell her arousal, it smelt desperate. I turned away quickly and pointed to her clothes “put them on and leave.” I said calmly. And with that she huffed out of my room.

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

Leah was unclad. As in stark, bullocks naked. Her enticingly pink nipples had become hard, fleshy nubs and the vee housing her most feminine part, looked stunningly beautiful with the sparse hair covering it. “What a lovely view,” I said, my mouth watering like a dog at the sight of treats. “Thank you,” She replied, biting her lower lip seductively as she catwalked up to me. Looking me in the eye, Leah smirked ravenously before splaying her hands on my chest then dragging it downward until they were pressed against my boner.

Leah , having freshened up during the private flight from London, exuded allure with her dark, glossy hair cascading past her bare shoulders. In a vibrant red jersey dress, she showcased the top curve of her breasts beneath spaghetti straps, and the dress flirted daringly above her creamy thighs. Lipstick matching the dress adorned her lips, and her slender legs culminated in sharp black stiletto heels, creating an irresistible image that captivated those around her.

I back her up until her spine hits the edge of the vanity, knocking a perfume bottle to the floor where it breaks. "You already have me, Lea," I say, my voice a deadly, quiet rasp. "I am standing here. I am playing your sick game. What else do you want?" Instead of looking scared, Lea's lips curl into a slow, seductive smile. She reaches up, running her manicured nails lightly across my bare chest. "I want you to get dressed and smile for the cameras, darling," she whispers, her breath ghosting over my jaw. "Because if you embarrass me tonight, your precious Tara will be spending the rest of her life in a ditch."