Piper Rockelle Pictures Novels & Stories

"Oh, sweet lord in heaven," Piper giggled again. She had never had a client like Bill. He watched hungrily as she gently lifted a boob and brought it to her lips. He made an animalistic noise low in his throat, watching her kiss her mound, running her pink tongue over the pale, creamy skin. Then she wrapped her lips around the nipple, and precum seeped from his cock, staining his pants and drenching it. "Oh, someone's very excited," She purred, eyeing the spreading wet patch in his pants.

And she resented him for never revealing his true identity when he came to take her back. Now all of it belonged to Ella. None of it had anything to do with her. Soon, Piper stepped inside. She claimed to be the daughter of Lucas and Lora, here to celebrate Old Master Willow’s birthday. Security was minimal—just two housekeepers hired by Mayor Willow for her father’s care. They had heard that Professor Hart and Lora’s daughter would be coming. Seeing Piper present herself confidently, they let her in without suspicion. Inside, several guests were already seated in the living room chatting.

one of them asked, microphone thrust forward. Piper's face lit up with a triumphant smile. "Yes, I'm having an affair with Harrison," she declared, her voice dripping with confidence. "And soon, we'll have a child together. He'll divorce Lyra for me." "Oh my, Harrison impregnated you while he's still married to Lyra?" A reporter asked. "Yes!"

White stockings stretch up to her thighs, leaving just enough skin between them and the hem of her tiny red, black and white plaid skirt. There’s still some space between them as they start dancing. Piper is facing Adam the entire time, not allowing him anywhere near her ass like a lot of the girls in here pressed against guys that have no problem groping them. It’s the only reason I don’t push through the rest of the people in my way and rip her from his hands. Well, that and the fact that I don’t see how that will get me anywhere.

“Piper’s best friend—wasn’t that enough? Why the hell do you need this too?” Aurora smirked wider, lifting one photo between her fingers like it was a trophy. “Because accidents get buried, Rowan. People forget. But pictures?” Her eyes glittered, cruel and cold. “Pictures are forever.” I wanted to tear them apart right there, burn every single one. My chest burned at the thought of Piper ever seeing them. I forced the words out. “What do you want?” She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached into her clutch again and pulled out something small and metallic. She held it up between two fingers, the sunlight glinting off it. A chip.

“He’s definitely intense. “Not much of a talker. Hard to read. Feels like someone who keeps everything locked close to his chest.” I turned away from Bex under the pretense of fixing the photos on my dresser, but really, I needed to hide the burn of tears threatening to fall. I looked at the one of Piper, with her gap-toothed grin, dressed up as a doctor. She’d spent one whole week trying to decide what she wanted to say during her report. I had made her entire outfit from scratch, and she had told me that it was her favorite clothes. The way that she laughed and twirled around in it…

Either way the Moon Stone pack will be no more once I'm done with them. I was pleased that Piper didn't protest my answer to her question. I could tell she was stubborn and a fighter. I suspected my touch made her calm and more open to the idea. That or she was a damn good actress. I couldn't rule out that she was behaving until she had a chance to run.