Prickly Romance Nia Arthurs นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

Her hand moved higher—palm flat over Kamara’s ribs, then up. She cupped one bare breast, her thumb brushing across a nipple. Kamara gasped. “It’s so fucking hard. Poor baby—he left you aching, didn’t he?” Nia pinched gently, rolling the bud between her fingers. Kamara moaned softly. “I bet your pussy’s soaked too.” She slipped her hand down again, this time between Kamara’s thighs, pressing right against the lace. Hot. Wet. “Fuck me,” Nia growled. “You’re dripping already.”

Angel rebutted. “Nonsense! I’ll tear your mouth apart!” Nia was agitated. She even had reconstructive surgery before marrying Jamie Brooke, and he thought that she never had any relationships before. How can she accept that Angel is snitching on her about her past? Nia immediately pulled Angel’s hair and started wrestling with her. Mandy and Cecilia naturally jumped in to help when they saw the fight happen. Nia would surely lose if she had fought against three people. Jamie froze for a bit, clearly anxious for Nia.

"Maybe this is getting a little bit awkward, but I gotta admit... surrendering my virginity to a handsome prince like you isn't bad at all!" Prince Artur tilted his face to smile. "I will be more than happy to do that. I mean losing virginity is something I looked forward to happening as well!" Arya bowed her head and saw Prince Arthur's semi hard dick. "Can I touch it?" she asked. Prince Arthur grabbed Arya's her and put her arm on his dick. "Of course you can!" he kissed her lips again, this time, more aggressive. He pulled her head against him and they exchanged saliva.

He hugged her like he was trying to consume her body into his. Another giggle. Another hug. I stood there frozen, watching him touch what I once thought was mine. Michael clapped Nia on the shoulder next. “Fine ass Nia! Pregnant, huh? By who, Matt? Where’s his ass at?” “Inside,” Nia said with a smirk. “Fine, fine. Well, check me in so I can see my people.” Nia handed him his bag, and of course, he hugged Aria again before strolling inside.

Not again. Just a few more steps and I will be free. One more step... Suddenly, two strong arms caged around me. Sparks shot through my soul at the contact, and a newfound warmth enveloped me. Mate! "Let me go!" I yell. I thrash and squirm in his grip, ignoring how Nia is having a completely different reaction to him. She purrs for the first time in 12 years. Her entire body relaxes, downright contempt as our mate holds us. I'm relatively sure I elbowed his gut, he grunts, but doesn't say anything, containing me with a strength I've never fought against before.

One of them drooled. Oh, someone please shoot me!! I was amused by how thirsty the women were all acting, one even said she was willing to die for him. Was it for the money or out of genuine attraction? Nia was the last to approach him. My smile vanished the moment she walked up to him. She gave him her hand like the first lady. “Hello, Mr. Hayes, I am Nia, but you can call me Babe,” she said in a soft sultry tone. I clenched my fists till my knuckles turned white. How dare she flirt with him?

She decisively turned leave when the door swept open! Natalia froze on her tracks! "Natalia?" Arian De' Argent was surprised to see her there. The princess turned to him and passed him an awkward smile. Arian's responding smile was brighter than hers. Natalia got lost, staring at his handsome profile. Dressed in black sweats, his raven black hair dripped with water which cascaded down the skin of his smooth neck. Arian's after-shower figure looked nice for her sinful eyes to feast on.

Her face was flushed with shame, and she looked at me with a look of feigned guilt for having an affair with my husband. My hands clenched into tight fists, the happiness of my pregnancy crumbling. I tried to look calm even though my heart was burning. There was no longer any happiness or enthusiasm as I felt a moment ago, but I stayed where I was and entered Lyord's study. "Lyord, I have something to tell you ...." Lyord's voice, sharp and cold as ice, interrupted. "Do you know how to knock on the door, Nia?" A shadow fell as Lyord spun around, his height and bulk blocking the light in the window. His hair was black as night, contrasting with his ice-blue eyes, staring at me with piercing i

“Nina, stop.” “No.” She touched his chest, her fingers pressing against solid muscle. His body shuddered at the contact. “I am tired of being denied. Tired of being unwanted. I need to be touched. I need to be taken. And if he won’t, then one of his most trusted men will.” “Ryker will kill me,” Arthur growled, his breath uneven now. Nina leaned up, her lips brushing his ear. “Not if he never finds out.”