Rachel Zane Nudes Novels & Stories

"Paige, you know how much I love you. I actually thought of something. My friend I met earlier today, he told me about his sister who got millions of dollars just by doing something" "What is that?" She asked. "I could help you" she replied. Zane bit his lower lips and sighed deeply before speaking up. "It's um... It's a..." He stammered. "Come on, tell me" she said. "She's a model. She just did a shot and got 10 million" "Wait... A nude model?" Zane nodded his head. "Zane, you know me very well. I can't do something like that. I can't show my body in public, that is trash!" She said.

Instead, I let it fall, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. 'Breathe,' Nyx urges as Zane hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, drawing them down my legs in one smooth motion. And then I'm completely naked before him, goosebumps rising on my flesh despite the warmth of the room. Zane takes a step back, his eyes never leaving my body as his hands move to his own clothing.

She knew she sounded act like a bitch, but she purposely didn't wear a bra, leaving her nipples visible under her clothes. "Hey, you brought my order?" said Rachel with her innocent face, at that time she just poked her head out. "Yeah, it's in the kitchen," Nicholas answered grimly, "I'm going to bed right away," she added as she walked to her room. Rachel quickly slipped out of the room, showing her sexy body that looked very attractive in hot pants and a black tank top without her bra. Nicholas looked up, staring at Rachel with eyes that twitched in impression.

I nodded as much as I could with him still filling my mouth, and Zane's smile turned wicked. "Show me," he commanded, pulling out of my mouth completely, his cock glistening with my saliva. "Spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are." I shifted on my knees, parting my thighs, and even through my dress I knew he could see the evidence of my arousal. "Touch yourself," Zane ordered. "Pull up that dress and show me your cunt." My hands were shaking as I reached down to gather the fabric, pulling it up around my waist, exposing the black lace panties that were completely soaked through.

Can’t approach infinity, or it’ll stretch us too thin. I move closer and closer. The cotton of my shirt abrades my hard nipples all wrong, so I yank it off and toss it as far as I can. It lands in the tub, and I swallow a smile. Oops. “Better,” I say. Zane freezes. His eyes, already suspicious, narrow on me. But he doesn’t— Look, Zane— even glance down— Come on, Zane— at my naked body— I want you to look. He doesn’t ask stupid questions— What are you doing? Are you okay? What is happening?— and I’m grateful for it.

Zane's smirk doubled as he entered the dimly lit room with red lights. Shedding off his jacket. He proceeded further as he heard the muffled sounds of a woman. Of course, he was aware of the little kitten he fished out for himself. Getting close to the bed, the lady was now stripped naked and only in her panties. His dick throbbed at the sight of her luscious thighs. The outside of her private area was in those tight lace panties. The need to fuck her was even greater as he kicked off his shoes and approached the bed

Reality sank into her when she realized that she was naked only in her bra and panty Elena pushed him with all the strength she have and try to hide from her hands. Zane was looking at her with lust written all over his face “What the fuck is wrong with you” Elena shouted at him and Zane chuckled “You look more good without clothes,” Zane said with a sinister smirk on his face “You are the worst man that I have ever seen in my life,” Elena said to him with a disgusted look. Elena didn’t know what she should do now, an alpha male was looking at her and her body was vulnerable

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.

“Well, go get ready. You can lean against the headboard or sit on that chair. But it’ll take a while—sitting might get tiring.” Rachel twisted her fingers. She didn’t want to sit anywhere. Because she’d heard what he said: figure model. Back in her village, women used to gossip about a girl who went to the city to model nude for painters—sitting there naked, getting painted. Some scoffed, some laughed, some were jealous. But none of that mattered. What mattered was—now she was the one being asked to do it...

"We also know, that when they issue dire warnings, sometimes they come true. Have you been back to the asylum again?" "No, "Rachel answered, averting her eyes. "I haven't had the time. " Which was a complete lie of course. Now that her work schedule was hardly packed, she spent her evenings watching Brazilian telenovelas on cable. She didn't want to risk running into Galen Munroe and feeling the desire he awakened in her. What she sensed from him that night, was something so rare, so precious, that she almost wanted it to remain in her mind as her fondest memory. A once off meeting had opened her heart, to a man she barely knew.