Livvy Dunne Nud Novels & Stories

"How many times have you done this, Livia?" She said nothing for a very long time. Then she slowly walked over to the bookcase and knelt down to pull out a lidded crate from the bottom shelf. She fixed her gaze on Rhye. She lifted the lid and calmly set it aside. In the bin were more Minion cell phones. At least a dozen of the damned things. Rhye dropped his ass onto the futon and raked his fingers through his hair. "Holy hell, woman. Have you lost your goddamn mind?" Livia rubbed her palm over her forehead, trying to ease some of the throbbing that was battering her from within. The migraine was coming on fast, bearing down hard. She closed her eyes, hoping to stave off the worst of it. It

In the morning, Livy woke up with a naked body. Her body felt very sore, especially in the lower abdomen. When she sat down, her heart immediately throbbed with pain because Artha was no longer beside her. The man who had just touched her body had already gone somewhere. Livy chuckled sadly. She felt like a bitch that was only used for one night, and then in the morning, she would be left alone in bed. After cleaning up, Livy intends to cook this morning. Her stomach felt very hungry; it was already nine o'clock. No wonder Artha was gone; the man had definitely left for work.

Nadine ask biting off the grass on her plate. "Just some girl I don't know, light brown hair, olive skin, intimidating posture, rude, and caked up face," I say describing the girl to them. "Oh my gosh don't tell me you met with Quinn?" Nadine asked her jaw dropping. "I don't know who's Quinn?" "Really beautiful, shape of a goddess, perfect makeup, olive skin, intimidating--" Nadine was cut short by Liv. "She wore a high waist Jean and a crop top." "Yep that's the one, Quinn." I confirmed.

"You can tell me anything now. You'll be so relieved to have someone listen to all your concerns." *** "Ah! Finally we're here." Darren laid Vivi's body on the bed before stepping back to look at her. He admired Vivi's beautiful body, which still looked seductive even though the woman was wearing a shirt and trousers. Darren had listened to Vivi's stories for tens of minutes, until the woman couldn't open her eyes anymore and put her head down on the table. Darren then carried Vivi's body out of the nightclub. And this is where they are now; in a hotel suite room, where Darren is unbuttoning his shirt one by one while his piercing stare never leaves Vivi's body like a wolf watching its prey.

Livvy yells back. I hurry to open the door and pull her in for a hug. Her red hair is spilling out of the messy bun she’s sporting, wispy strands falling around her face. The dark circles under her eyes speak to how tired she is but it’s the haunted look in them that has my heart plummeting. “Livvy, what’s wrong? Did something happen to Uncle Zayne? He was stable when I left.” I rush out in a panic. “No! No, he’s still resting. Mama and dad are with him. I just . . .” She breaks down in tears in my arms.

I whisper to Elizabeth as she fiddles with her phone for the booking. "Then just tell him. You can dismiss the bodyguards. It's not like they are under mum anymore." She shrugs. "No, he’s not under mum; he's just under the D'Amico's." "Oh...? You have a bodyguard who works under your boyfriend? sounds...healthy?" "It's not." “Are you okay, Livy?” “I'm fine. I just want to feel alive today, maybe get drunk, dance with a stranger and kiss a raccoon, who knows?”

Then, I freeze. Someone is breathing in the room. And it isn't me. My heart hammer against my ribs. I lunge for the nearest heavy object on the nightstand, gripping it tight. My eyes lock on the bathroom door as it slowly creaks open. Three women step out. They are completely naked, their skin glowing under the flickering blue light of the room. One is a black girl with a thick, heavy ass that swayed with every step. Beside her is a caramel-skinned woman with massive, heavy breasts that bounced slightly. Then there is a slim white girl, her pale skin contrasting sharply against the grime of the motel.

She chuckled, biting her lower lip. “I swear to God,” Liv laughed, “you’re gonna get arrested for public indecency.” “Let them try,” Bella purred, crossing her legs slowly, revealing the black lace lining her denim shorts. She felt alive. Her body ached for touch, her mind craved chaos. She wanted to lose herself in filthy pleasures, sweaty bodies, and meaningless orgasms.

Nate’s poor mom nearly fell into the desk. “Oh! Sorry about that. I’m Livia, Tyson’s mate. I’m a demon like Susie but I can teleport,” she said, smiling and taking his hand. *Can you read minds too,* I thought at her, but she continued eyeing her mate. Hmm, guess not. I glanced at the female, she was absolutely stunning in a very classic kind of way. She was dressed as if she had a business meeting to attend and certainly not like it was the middle of the night and she’d be roused out of a sound sleep.

“It’s time to get up, detka.” “Mmmmm...” She curled into me for a moment, inhaling the sensuous mixture of our friend’s scents on my skin before sitting up to stretch. ”Okaaaaayyyy...” “Morning already? Shit.” Nicole bolted upright with a yawn, rubbing the sleep out of her bleary hazel eyes with an upturned palm. I blushed at the sight of her pierced nipples, remembering how the metal barbells tasted in my mouth as I swirled them around in blind pleasure. It was yet another example of how brave I thought she was to get something like that done to her body. She turned to the lump beside her and shook it a little. “Livvy, it’s Pride day! Get the fuck out of bed dude.” I recognized the cursing,