Mira Murati Nude Novels & Stories

That was the scariest part of having a mate. Mira shook her head a few times, regaining her own mind before taking out a few clothes from the drawer. The sound of the shower could no longer be heard. Exiting the bedroom, she went to the door of the bathroom. Cohen couldn’t wait for a correct moment to come out with just a towel covering his lower half and showed his strong V-line. A few water droplets dropped from his hair and landed on his muscular chest before they rolled down on his body. The tattoo covering his right side of his chest was screaming at her, begging for her touch. Mira kept her hands to herself and was thinking how much longer she could resist this Alpha. “Hope these would

My body ached in places I didn’t want to think about, tender and bruised in ways that made heat creep up my neck even as shame twisted in my gut. The first thing I saw clearly was Mira. She was seated on the floor beside my bed—no, not my bed, I would learn soon enough—her posture impeccable despite the uncomfortable position. Her knees were drawn neatly together, her spine straight, her hands folded gracefully over her lap in that way she had of making even servitude look dignified. Her head was tilted slightly forward, her chin dipped, her eyes closed, her soft breathing steady and rhythmic in the heavy silence. She looked small. Almost fragile. Like a child who had fallen asleep waiting f

I didn't hear anything about Mira for a long time. One day, I stumbled upon her again when I was scrolling through different livestreams. Mira had a thick layer of makeup on, and she had set the filter to the highest setting. Despite that, I could still vaguely make out that she had some bruises on her face. Mira forced herself to smile as she posed in front of the camera. The skin on her left breast was sagging. It looked like a deflated balloon.

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

That cunt looked so sweet and fuckable I wanted to dive in and eat her until she came all over my face. “Uhm… Cass, I don’t think you should do this,” I told her, feeling anxious about it. What if the stupid idiot circulated her pics, what if he showed his friends? What if— “Come on, Mira, don’t be so rigid,” she said, laughing again. She placed one hand over her dripping cunt, covering it teasingly, and lifted one of her tits to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around her own nipple and sucked hard, eyes half-closed, tongue flicking over it. She looked so fucking slutty and ready to get fucked. I almost moaned out loud.

She pointed to the stool and Erika quickly walked over and sat down. Madri didn't say anything, she just started to rapidly disrobe. In a manner of seconds she, like Erika, was completely naked in the examination room. Erika admired Madri's body. She was tall, slim, and her breasts were so perky. Her pussy looked so tight and well-groomed. And when Madri walked naked, she looked so powerful. It was like Erika would be able to tell Madri was a doctor, even if she wasn't wearing clothes and had never spoken to her before.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a shadow moving across the tile in front of me. I turned. Mira was standing in the doorway. She had nothing on. Her hair was loose down her back, and her skin was pale and smooth, and she wasn’t doing anything to hide her perfect, perky breasts. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she said. Her eyes were on the floor. Her cheeks were a little pink. “I got halfway home and I turned around. I shouldn’t have walked away.”

In the early morning light, Mira drove into her compound, parked and stepped out. Dressed in fitted gym wear that clung to her rounded belly, she opened the backseat and pulled out her gym bag. She paused, inhaled deeply, then walked inside. She headed straight to her room, dropped the bag on the bed and made her way into the bathroom. But the moment she stepped in, she froze. Her breath caught. Painted in bold, bloody strokes across the mirror were the chilling words: YOU ARE A MURDERER. YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED.

She met Lena’s eyes and gave a small, shaky nod. Lena smiled, slow and predatory. She kicked off her shoes and crossed the room. Without hesitation, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts. Her jeans followed, sliding down toned legs. She stood in matching black panties, confident and unashamed. Kevin slowly pulled out of Mira, his cock glistening with her wetness. Mira whimpered at the loss.

But if, in the next ten minutes, I don't find any of the two then I'm leaving this place, not to Ginevra's place again but just see if some stranger can be nice. Fifteen more minutes and I stand up, wiping the sweat drops away from my face. I'd never sit in the sun before, and for this long. I might just appreciate a cup of water from any stranger in this moment. But just as I'm about to walk away, a car stops by for once and starts blaring as if seeking for attention. I wait for the driver only for him to turn it to be neither of the two I've been expecting. But damn... This man is probably the hottest black man I've ever seen, with the bad boy strut. Pierced ears and nose. Heavily loaded n