Read 50 Shades Darker As Told By Christian Novels & Stories

DARK FIFTY FIVE: OWNING HIS BELOVED Third person's POV: "I fucking love you, you know?" Asked Luca, hungrily. " I'm going to make you mine right now, baby. The smaller male under him was dazed in lust and passion, as he stared at his lover, who's in verge of taking him. Blake looked at him with full of admiration and love, as he mentally counted the days where he was lusting over him but decided to ignore to avoid the odd feeling. "You're so beautiful, Blake."

she blurted out. “What do you want with us now darkness?” Bruno asked fearlessly, “We are done with your game.” “Actually,” Darkness voiced, “I was hoping you all would die in that game, But since you didn't, I'll have to kill you myself.” “That wasn't the deal we made.” Bruno snarled. “You don't tell me what to do young man,” She snapped back. “Before I kill you, I'm bored… so how about one last game?” She asked, rubbing her palms together in excitement.

Christian stared at him. " No. She was overjoyed and delighted with me when we woke up and I couldn't understand what happened, or how it happened. I know this is going to sound like a cliché excuse, but I was really into Skyller and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her when I was sober," he bowed his head, and for a moment it felt like a cake forming in my throat. " Are you saying that this girl was sober and took advantage of you? " Christian looked for confirmation.

There was a long silence before Christian whispered, "Do you think… do you think I was wrong, Owen? Should I have let her see me from the beginning? Should I have shown her who I really am? Would it have been better than pretending all this time?" Owen took a deep breath before answering. "You know Emma better than anyone else, Christian. You have to ask yourself—if she saw everything, every broken piece, every dark corner… would she have stayed? Maybe she would have, maybe not. But now… you’re at a crossroads. You can’t keep hiding. You need to really think about what you really want." Christian swallowed hard, the words sinking in. Owen continued, "That last business transaction we carried

But she didn't release me. "Take a step and I'll blow her head off." She yelled. "What do you even want with her? Who is she to you?" "If you hurt a single hair on her head, I will kill you!" Christian growled. "I will rip you apart, bit by bit, until there's nothing left of you." I was shocked at his words. I'd never seen him this way. He looked like he had been possessed by something dark, because this wasn't the Christian I knew. He looked completely different.

When I opened my eyes again, Christian had a seat in front of me, he wasn’t wearing the towel again but this time he wore just a pullover exposing his chest. My eyes scanned to the tattoos all over his body,each tattoos which seems to tell a story that I had no f*ck*ng idea about. I wanted to ask him questions , I wanted to know more about him. Who is she ? I finally caught the courage to ask. I saw Christian smile at my question but it didn’t last because the next moment his expression was back to normal ,cold and unreadable. My questions seem to awaken something in him and Christian moves closer. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous wifey”

I browsed through the movie channels and settled on 'Fifty Shades Freed' as I stuffed my face with popcorn. A knock came to the door. I got up and opened it and in walked Christian. "Christian, what are you doing here?" I asked him. "How was your date? It ended well?" "Yes it did. He's a perfect gentleman. In fact, he would be taking me out soon again." Christian chuckled. "You wouldn't be seeing him again." "You can't tell me what to do. You're not the boss of me. You may own my body for a year but you don't own me completely!" I was getting annoyed by his controlling words.

She glances at Daryl and then back at me “He hasn’t made you cry so it must have been Christian” Daryl fills her in for me as I watch baby Rudy, his tiny fingers wrapping around my own and when I glance up at Tasha, she was looking horrified, she hadn’t known much about the abuse I had been through. “Why would Christian have a book on it?” “The book was written by the man who kept me as a slave, he knew everything about my hybrid side even though he never said. Christian said something about the book being useful” “That sounds ridiculous” An explosion goes off somewhere nearby and I practically toss the baby at Daryl, I had to find out what it was, I had to protect the babies.

Like Christian read my mind he started thrusting forward, even hard that I moaned out loud forgetting where we were Christian changed positions again. It was like he wanted to torture me when I wanted so badly to come. He lay on his side with me on my back, my legs raised to his shoulders. He then entered by opening my legs and pressing himself against me. Not only that, but he had me stretched and filled to a hilt. It gave me a heightened level of pleasure. With limited movement, he thrust in and out, pinning my hands above my head that I was going crazy

Christian murmurs, looking at me pleadingly. “So, she wasn’t offering to perform sexual services there on her knees in exchange for your favor and continued support?” Christian hesitates and looks away from me, running an awkward hand through his dark hair. “Okay, so it’s partially what you think.” I gasp, appalled – because, I mean, a huge part of me was hoping that when Christian insisted that I was wrong in my interpretation that I was really wrong. But this!? “Christian!” I gasp, leaning forward and giving him a shove – hard – on the shoulder. “What the fuck!?”