Liam Payne Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

Lauren replied. "And the pay?" The masculine voice asked. "I've always paid like I should. I'll send you the pictures and details of our target." Lauren said and hung up the call. She stared at the door of the restaurant, smiling. If Melissa thinks she was going to blackmail her, then, she had another thing coming.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

Sonia was shocked. In her imagination, he should be pissed off and cursed her. 'Why is the picture so gentle and weird? Is icy guy mad to say something ironic?' she thought. "Okay. How about I spend five million dollar for you tomorrow?" She tried to sound him out to see if he would change his face at once. However, he still smiled at her with connivance and love in his eyes. "The card belongs to you and you can spend as you like. You don't need to report to me." "If I spend five million dollars a day, will you go bankrupt?" She pouted. "You silly girl. I will always make far more money than you spend. How can I go bankrupt?" He shook his head with a smile, feeling her words were childish. A

He pushes in slow. The stretch of two cocks filling me at once, Liam in my pussy and Harlan in my ass, pulls a sound out of me that’s animalistic. It’s lower than a moan and louder than a gasp. “Fuck,” Liam breathes beneath me. “I can feel you through her.” “I know,” Harlan says behind me, pushing deeper. “She’s taking both of us like she’s been planning this all night.” I have been planning this all night. Not the specifics. But the recklessness, and the self-destruction. The need to feel something so intense that it burns the image of my ex out of my brain for good.

Married as a virgin, just twenty-four hours, their wedding night had been tender, sensual Liam's cock sliding slow and gentle into her untouched folds, kisses feather-light, whispers of love. But Anita's mind had swirled with darker cravings during it all: ropes binding her wrists, spanks cracking her ass red, his hand choking her throat while he pounded her raw. Now, alone while he fetched water, those fantasies had spilled over, her moans barely muffled by the pillow. Liam's eyes darkened, not with anger, but something feral, hungry. He stepped in, closing the door with a soft click that echoed like a lock. The air thickened with the musky scent of her arousal, pussy juices coating her thi

They were so different, and while he tried to accept Vivian for who she was, sometimes it was too difficult. Most nights, while they made love, he would close his eyes and imagine she was Holly. It never helped. Vivian would hate him if she knew this was what it took sometimes to enjoy their lovemaking and he tried to appreciate her effort but it was difficult. He saw lights beam on him when he got super close and he knew he had stepped on the alarms that had been planted around the gates. It only rang within however, anyone who wasn’t within the gates would hear nothing.

Tears threatened to stream from her eyes. It suddenly felt colder in the car. "Dirty?" Liam's grim gaze was pinned on her. How dare she say that he was dirty! Amelia's voice trembled, but she managed to say, "Yes, you're dirty! You keep so many women, all different shapes and sizes and careers. Now, one of them is pregnant, too. Doesn’t that make you a dirty slut?" Of all those women, many had numerous scandals and bad attitudes. Liam even took on Ava. Yet, he was the one who saw Amelia as dirty!

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

My eyes go to the house in front of us, thinking this place is better suited for a family of five like my sister’s, not Owen. “What, did you think I was just here mowing lawns or something?” “No, it’s just not…not what I expected.” He gets that irritatingly sexy cocky smirk on his face again. Fuck, I want to slap it right off. “So you expected things from me. Does that mean you’ve been thinking about me?” “No,” I say pointedly. “Not at all.” “Who is that?” Libby whispers. “That’s Owen,” I tell her. “An old friend.”