Patricia Bloom Nude Novels & Stories

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Patricia’s expression was steely, and she did not seem at all afraid of death. This touched Dustin greatly, but it also made him more furious. “Shut up, b*tch!” Edmond roared in a rage. He looked at Patricia and grimaced. “This Proud girl is really quite pretty. Although she is blind and disfigured, she has a seductive figure. “If you don’t get to your knees, I’ll take off this woman’s clothes and let everyone savor her charms!” The men of the three families laughed lewdly in anticipation.

It wasn’t asleep. It wasn’t dormant. It was awake in a way that made my stomach twist And it had Clara’s storm coursing under its skin. No. No, no, no “Clara?” I whispered. The vessel tilted its head. Not curious. Not aggressive. Just… aware. My vision blurred again, and I forced myself to blink. There beyond the vessel a figure crumpled against a broken pillar. Clara. Unconscious. Her storm flickering weakly around her fingertips like static dying out.

Patricia tauntingly asked. "You seem bothered." Is all he said. "I'm going to take a bath and have my peace. Do you need to shower?" "I'll just shower downstairs." Patricia nods and step inside. She stripped all her clothes before she ready a bubble bath for herself. She was thinking of having a wine and a slow music, but she's not comfortable knowing that Luca is just on the another side of this thin wall. She heard the door opened and closes as she dropped her body to the warm water.

NOAH POV "Her hips sway with every step she takes, her body a damn work of art. She walks up to us with a smile, telling Oscar to get up from the chair, and rubs her shoulder. Blondy squeals and laughs, feeling relaxed among us, the most dangerous criminals in the city. She laughs because she doesn't care who we are. ************************************************** I'm lying in bed, having taken a shower and waiting for Penny. I'm only wearing pajama pants, with my arm behind my head, feeling myself drifting off to sleep as I listen to the sound of the hair dryer." However, the dream disappears when the Blondy comes out of the bathroom. Fuck. She wears a tank top that reveals her flat abdo

I took a shower and headed to my bed when I got to my bed I noticed that someone was laying on my bed. "Who are you" I held the person's throat tightly, ready to kill the person if I didn't get any response. "Kelvin, it's me, it's me" Patricia said Chocking. I released her. I was shocked and switched on the light. That's when I saw that Patricia was the one laying on my bed wearing a transparent bikini. It could have turned me on any other day, but not today especially not after meeting my mate "what did you think that you are doing?" I asked furiously.

"Strip to your undergarments." Patrina stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "No." "No?" Nyxios's eyebrow rose, amusement rather than anger in his expression. "The choice is yours: strip yourself or I will do it for you with my shadows." Heat flooded her face. She glared at him, hands clenched at her sides. For a moment, she considered fighting him on it. After a thought, she gave in. Patrina undid the buttons of her nightdress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but her thin undergarments, her skin prickling with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

He yanked the blanket away, stood up, and strode into the bathroom. ​ 'You idiot. Why aren't you wearing any clothes?' ​ Patricia cursed him in her mind, but when she glanced down at herself, she was startled to find she wasn't in a much different state than he was. She slowly pulled the blanket, which had slipped down to her waist, back up to cover her body. Then, she slid down into the bed, thrashing about under the covers in sheer frustration. ​ 'I let another man see my entire body. You've gone mad, Patricia.'

Patricia smiled and closed her eyes, as they both drifted off to sleep, feeling grateful for the love and support they had for each other. ~•~ Patricia was lounging on a mat near the pool, basking in the sun with a novel in hand. Her legs were dangling in the air as she flipped the pages, lost in the world of fiction. Her hair was piled up in a messy bun, giving her an effortless yet beautiful look. As she sipped her strawberry yogurt through a straw, she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up to see Chloe carrying a tray. “I baked shortbread biscuits for you,” Chloe said, placing the tray down beside her. “Your yogurt is finished, let me refill it for you.”