Nash Grier Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together. “Omg you will never believe what happened, so you know the Cohen gang in America, well guess what. The leader, Jared Cohen’s daughter ran away right after her marriage to the heir of the Hawthorn family was announced. It was the quite a scandal, most people are still talking about it. The Cohen’s are searching for her to save their reputation and pride, while the Hawthorns are enraged. They say she’s coming to Italy, but tha

she cried out shamelessly, her head smashed against the pillow, her fist pounding the bed repeatedly. Noah closed his eyes and tightened his grip on his partner's hips. He groaned with pleasure. It surely felt nice to be inside a warm, wet p*ssy again. Why didn't he think of doing this sooner? He valued his clean image more than the needs of his physical body. "Ingrid..." Noah and Lara both stopped. Did he just...? Sh*t! "Ingrid? W-who's Ingrid?" the woman asked. "I-a..." He didn't know what to say. H*ll, he didn't even know where that groan came from!

“You poisoned a girl who had done nothing but her job, in my house, because she heard you plotting. You are a pathetic, greedy little man playing with our father’s toys.” Terror contorted his features. Then, something else flickered behind his eyes—a desperate, wild calculation. It wasn’t surrender. It was the look of a cornered animal choosing to chew off its own leg. “You think you have it all figured out?” he whispered, a hysterical laugh bubbling under the words. “You think you’re clean? You built your empire on the bones of that business! The start-up capital, the political favors—it was all his! You’re just the sanitized version! I’m the honest one! I’m not pretending!”

My father’s voice rolled through the congregation, gentle and booming all at once, but I could barely hear him over the thud of my own heart. I was supposed to look pure. Redeemed. I glanced at the pews—faces shining up at me, smiling, proud. None of them knew. Not my mother. Not my friends. Not even the little girl I used to be. And certainly not my father, whose hands held mine as I waded into the water. But Nathan Carter was there, front row. His eyes never left me, dark and hungry, the corner of his mouth curved in that secret, dangerous way. I wondered if he knew how it felt to be washed clean in front of a crowd when all you wanted was to stay 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.

he said and left. Things are getting really awkward, I didn’t travel all the way to the city to sell my body, even if it’s pleasurable. I would rather stick with one man, but it feels wrong with Jack now, knowing he’s a petty snake. Do I really need to go down with Nate as well, what if this is just a game? My dignity is on the line, they do not seem to care about my dignity though. After they had finish exercising, I was waiting in Nate’s bedroom when he came in all sweaty and hot. He removed his singlet, flexing his muscles. He has broad shoulders, his chest fully formed, and his abs were tight as fuck.

Roman says. I throw the sheet back off of me, revealing my still naked body. I spread my legs and offer my hole to Roman. He looks at me. "I am not trying to get killed today," Roman says. "So I am off limits without the boss?" I ask him. The upstairs door opens, and Ezra comes down the steps fast. He rushes over to my bedside. He grabs my arms and pulls me up. My body is on the bed, but my face is in his face. He kisses me hard. "You are a fucking whore, my fucking whore, do you understand?" Ezra asks me. He is furious.

’ she thought. “ Don't speak, no, don't try It's been a secret for the longest time Don't run (oh), no, don't hide Been running from it for the longest time So many mornings, I woke up confused In my dreams, I do anything I want to you My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind Right now, I'm shameless Screaming' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to Need you more than I want to

It’s that simple. But today, today is very different from my usual self. One of the ways to shake Natasha’s table is by hounding her ass with the press. Already, the press has been after her ass, asking questions about her recent marriage to Martinez Wilson, a man old enough to father her. So far, she has not given an official statement.

I held her there for a beat until her throat spasmed. My head fell back. Fuck. She kept going deeper with another line of praise. She liked this, I realized. Being told she was pretty and that she was good. My good girl. Seems she hadn’t been told that enough, which I would, all the fucking time. Right now, she looked like a fucking dream — mascara smeared under her eyes, chin dripping with spit. Fucking. Gorgeous. I dug out my phone from my pocket and took a picture. She was so dirty and gorgeous, I knew I’d jerk off to this image for weeks. Fate or luck...maybe persistence but either way, she was mine to ruin.