روايات وقصص ضمن Leila Williams Fifty Shades Darker

The drama of being completely at their mercy on the open deck, with the sea breeze cooling my overheated skin, only made the intensity sharper. I had gone from powerful billionaire to their toy, and the humiliating thrill of it sent fresh waves of arousal through me. Finally, when I was shaking and begging incoherently beneath them, Victoria leaned down and whispered against my ear, “I think our toy has earned his reward.” They untied my wrists and ankles, but only to reposition me on the wide, cushioned lounge. Lila climbed onto my lap first, straddling me with her back to my chest. She reached between us and guided my throbbing cock to her entrance, sinking down onto me with exquisite slow

She arched into me, her hands clawing at my shoulders. Then she looked down at me, her eyes dark with lust, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I want to make a mess on your cock. You like it, don’t you? You like it when I squirt all over you. You want to feel it drip, don’t you?” Fuck. Ollie Hale, you’ve met your match. At the same time, I brought my hand down on her ass again, harder than before, making her cry out. She knew exactly what I wanted, and she wasn’t holding back. My control was slipping fast, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

The man of my fucking dreams doesn’t mind me watching him, he likes that I watch him beat his meat… "Goodnight, Layla." His footsteps faded. I lay in the dark, my legs still shaking, my cunt still pulsing. He saw me. He didn't mind that I reached for the Sharpie. Wrapped my fingers around it. It was still wet. I pushed it back inside me. One more time. Just one more.

But she proved that her obstinacy extended to their current situation. Leila yanked her hand from under his, flashing him a warning with her eyes before both hands curled around him. His breathing dragged, and a plea rolled up to the tip of his tongue. Her hands worked in opposite directions, carefully drawing out shameful sounds from him. Both hands latched onto the wall, his toes curled, and his entire body flushed with excitement.

Tonight marked the beginning of the first subtle fracture. Lila was young, barely sixteen, and desperate to prove herself. She moved through the house with nervous grace, careful not to draw attention, naive enough to trust kindness when it was offered. That innocence made her useful. Sudan found her in the kitchen, arranging silverware for the following morning, humming softly under her breath. She looked up when he approached, eyes wide but polite. “Lila,” he said quietly, leaning against the counter with practiced ease. “Working late?”

"Leila, you don't have to do this." But Leila's eyes found his across the room, and the look she gave him was one of such calm power that it made his wolf whimper in submission. "Actually," Leila said clearly, her voice carrying to every corner of the ballroom, "I do." She closed her eyes for a moment, and when they opened again, they were no longer brown. They were pure, brilliant silver. The same eyes that had glowed when she rejected Adrian. But now, they blazed with ancient power that made the very air tremble.

“And right now, I want both of you.” The air crackled with a new, dangerous energy. David stood, paralyzed, watching his boyfriend’s resistance melt under the touch of the woman who had just blackmailed him. This was a disaster. This was also the most electric, forbidden thing he’d ever witnessed. “You want to punish him, Michael?” Leila whispered, her fingers working his zipper down. “Punish him by taking what’s his. Fuck me while he watches. Make him see what he’s been missing.”

I’m in for some serious groping, before Jefferson takes me to meet the girls; no doubt of that. * * * “Whatever you have that’s going to get me smashed in the shortest amount of time.” Leila eyes the bar tender, wildly tossing that choppy blonde hair back off her face. She’s dressed to kill, wearing a strapless, short, tight, electric blue dress with killer spiked heels that look rather dangerous. Steel spikes sticking out the rears with a defiant look welded to her face. She’s been this way since we picked her up at her apartment and she’s not our usual, bubbly, happy Leila at all.

Eleanor’s POV As I stepped into the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to Leila. Her beauty was undeniable, like something carved from the moon itself. The silver-grey waves of her hair cascaded down her back, shining softly in the dim light. Her eyes, too, were striking—piercing blue, radiating both warmth and quiet confidence. At that moment, they seemed to spark with an understanding, as if they could see right through me. Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a gentle, knowing smile that made my heart flutter uncontrollably. And though her frame was slight, Leila carried herself with a serene but unmistakable aura of strength.

Leila was inside the bathroom, washing the stains of wine off her dress, she was furious about Shantelle's actions towards her, Leila wanted to pay her back but she needed to make a perfect plan for it. She could tell that Dominick was into that Woman— even though she didn't know their relationship. From what she observed, Shantelle is the woman he would replace her with for tomorrow's mission. She wouldn't let him do such. Leila had just finished washing off the stains, it could barely come out of her dress but then, she had to go out. She didn't want to leave Dominick and that woman alone.