Luxuria Novels & Stories

LUXURIA She has always been a fucking drug to me. I have always needed her. Needed to have her with me, to feel her supple skin shudder under my hard thrusts, to watch her pale skin turn red under the harshness of my spanks. I have always needed to hear her pretty moans. To hear what she sounded like when she wasn't being such a decent, prim girl. I have always needed to hear what she sounded like, dirty and naughty and now all of those needs were slowly being satisfied.

There were many reasons why many heiresses liked Luxie. Not only was the fact that its name was tied slightly to luxury but the decor and ambiance was just something else to behold. From the crystal glasses that make the lighting on the room even more beautiful and conspicuous and the polished tables and chandeliers that dangled down from the roof. The music in Luxie was always the most elegant. From violin to piano to recitals to solos. It was so elegant that being in such space alone was enough to make you feel good.

"Oh, I don't need to use the courts to destroy you, Nathaniel. You see, I have something much, much better." She produced yet another sheet of paper. "Suffer, I suppose, if you can manage to get through this." Nathaniel's snarl was on the verge of falling apart. Saben smiled evilly. "Good day to Firenze Luxe." Gasps resonated throughout the boardroom. Firenze Luxe, the biggest luxury fashion house in the business, had always been unattainable. Until now. Nathaniel’s fingers twitched. “You’re bluffing.”

“Always surviving like one.” Elias just looked at her and drove quietly... Moments After the Car Ride Solaris Luxe smelled like polished wood, faint citrus, and the kind of wealth that didn’t need to prove itself. The boutique was a minimalist haven clean white lines, subtle music humming from hidden speakers, and clothes arranged like exhibits in a private museum. Lyra stepped in like she owned the place, her pajama pants flowing with each step, iced coffee still in hand. Somehow, she managed to look like both a disheveled heiress and an international model.

The first thing she saw was a reception room larger than many apartments. Beyond that, a door opened into a walk-in wardrobe spanning more than five hundred square meters. It was already filled with countless luxury outfits. “This is the newest collection from Roux.” Jace spoke casually. “Roux is currently the hottest luxury designer in the country. These pieces are almost impossible to buy. I got you ten of them.” Rue glanced at one of the price tags. Over one million dollars for a single dress. If she remembered correctly, one of those same dresses had been resold on the secondary market for nearly five million.

not to sunside the fact that she is his bound slave till divorce. He had his glistening raw flesh dipped in lukewarm scented water, filled upto his chest in this soft glow of candle lit grandiose mirrored bath space. Money indeed is a heavy player, the ace of the card, voracious it makes the sane mind compelling to have their pockets stuffed with this greed embellished element that weighs their fortune more than the other unfortunate creatures. Rose petals were scattered on the deluxe wet floor, some floating in the still pool while he leaned on the edge with a glass of Pinot Noir, his eyes darted towards the maiden etheral glow of the moon, looking bewitching as ever as it never ages..

" If she is hurt then Jasmine you at the biggest fool there is!!" Taking to her feet, Lucia sprinkled some of the substance in her eyes turn rushed upstairs too. '" Huh! I hate you, Jasmine!! Why is your life so good" Lucia cursed upon seeing the diamond chandelier which stood up high emitting light. It was the biggest she had ever seen. Looking at the porch at the corner of the corridor, her lips twitched. " Even my house furniture isn't close to this porch. Indeed the Yates are ultra-rich" Although not wealthy or have stable financial backing. Lucia had forever had an interest in luxuries.

She asked before Maxwell helped her inside. “Fine, ma. Thanks for asking.” She heard him say before closing the door behind them. The limousine's interior was so beautiful it could make the eyes water. It had upholstered couches, beautiful curtains, and an artistically shaped built-in bar which reflected the glow of the ambient lighting. It was stocked with gleaming glassware and bottles, and the advanced entertainment system promised a journey of unparalleled luxury and comfort. Junior was already helping himself to the treats on the rose-shaped table close to the couch.

Finally, the doors opened. Elara stepped out. And froze. The penthouse was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the entire city. Elegant furniture filled the massive living space. Modern art decorated the walls. Everything radiated understated luxury. Nothing looked flashy. Nothing looked excessive. Yet every single detail silently screamed wealth. This wasn’t a home. It was a kingdom in the sky. Lucien tossed his car keys onto a table. “Make yourself comfortable.” Elara laughed. The sound held absolutely no humor.