Neiva Mara Nude Novels & Stories

“So you’re just going to let yourself in now?” The voice came from behind her, calm and amused—and it sent a shiver straight down her spine. Aire turned quickly. Too quickly. Marcus Cole stood at the edge of the hallway, tall and solid, dressed casually in a fitted black T-shirt and jeans that had no business fitting him that well. His sleeves hugged his arms, tattoos barely visible, salt-and-pepper beard neatly trimmed. He didn’t look like someone’s dad. He looked like trouble. “I—Nia forgot her laptop,” Aire said, words tumbling out faster than she meant them to. “She asked me to grab it.”

I wouldn't put him in a tight spot. “But the ceremony cannot go on without me, Luna,” Corvina's tone sounded of mockery, and her gaze was no different. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my brows knotted. Merrick intertwined his fingers with Corvina. “This ceremony is for Corvina. I am officially taking her as my concubine.” My heart shattered at his words. Concubine? I looked around and no one, not a single soul looked surprised by this. I didn't want to believe what was happening.

She was a woman in her fifties with hair the color of deep waters and eyes that looked like they had seen a thousand wars. She didn't stand when I entered. "Amaya Vega," Natalia acknowledged. "The girl who has turned the world upside down." "I prefer 'The girl who’s trying to keep it from falling apart,'" I replied, sitting across from her. The negotiation was long and grueling. Natalia wanted rights to the new training grounds. She wanted to know of the experiments. In return, I wanted her warriors guarding the perimeter of the Academy. I wanted her eyes on the woods.

All that matters is that they can do whatever they want without restriction. The whole swimming pool is colorful. The area was noisy, crowded with people, and a variety of buffet food and drinks were everywhere. A wine glass was arranged in a tower and wine was poured. Vapes used by women or men can also be smelled. Right now, Ameira stands on the side, waiting for someone to order her. If there were eyes watching the exposed body, they would still be hesitant to be near her. Her appearance and personality were very different from the real her.

Kevin and Kiara flanked him, silently supporting him. The healer made Emilia smell something from a bottle and she woke up slowly. She checked her pulse then pressed her finger to her throat. To my surprise, her lips curved in a smile. She turned towards Nivaan and beamed, “There is no need to worry. Your mate is pregnant. That is why she fainted.” I had expected Nivaan to jump with joy but his face grew pallid instead. Emilia’s expression was similar. She shook her head and whispered, “This is impossible. It’s been so long since I… we…. I mean after Nivaan returned we never came close.”

I wish he would lose the people he loves the most and his adopted son hating him for life. "Fuck it!" Dropping the phone on the table, I opened my laptop to see my cargo. Nodding in approval, I smiled genuinely for the first time in a while. "Three free, two to go," I said aloud. Minimizing, I could not tell why I needed to check my camera but I did. Gio, swimming alone. My men, ready. My girls, probably resting; I don't know why they are not dancing. And Amara, that crybaby is crying in her room.

I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting. But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now. Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍