Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

After a few more moments, Bella became scarlet, realising her scandalous behavior and her reactions, to Reid’s delight. As Bella's scarlet blush slowly faded, leaving her feeling somewhat embarrassed and shy, she couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of her actions. It felt as if a different person had taken over her body, guiding her in a whirlwind of passion she hadn't known she was capable of. Reid watched her with amusement, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the sight of her flushed cheeks and bashful demeanor. "You're adorable when you blush like that," he teased gently, his voice filled with affectionate amusement.

Friendly overtures, attempts to prove she was not a crazy sex fiend. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she told herself. Just because her relationship did not look like most everyone else’s did not make it bad. Compared to some so-called normal relationships, hers was far healthier for everyone involved. But stuck in her head was the image from a movie she had once seen where a crowd of scandalized people had hissed and pointed at the heroine: Shame! Shame on you! Shame! “Why are we stopping?” Alexei was immediately alert, sliding along the seats to the driver’s window and pulling it open. “What is up?”

“I like how you think, boy, let’s do it. May 27th! Launch time. You have a top budget, feel free to get some assistance hired get it prepped. Jimmy will be in touch for updates and costs.” He walked around and placed an arm uncomfortably around both mine and Jacob’s shoulders. Like those awkward family parties where the relative you hate tries to give you a kiss, just repulsive. I shot a look at the red head, wondering what on earth made her give this old warthog a go. “Imagine if there were some shifters and they found their mates, we could have a filthy orgy going on under the roulette tables, that would get the headlines” he cackled filthily. As I said, repulsive.

A black lingerie, a red Louboutin heel and a short female gown that exuded a strikingly familiar scent. ‘Nah, there's no way in hell Liam would cheat on me,’ I thought to myself but as my fingers closed over the cold door knob, I instantly knew I was lying to myself. Immediately the door creaked open, the sight that greeted me stole air from my lungs. A redhead was straddling my boyfriend and riding him with so much euphoria. “Fuck, yes baby,” Liam groaned as his finger tangled in her red hair. “I’m... I'm cumming!” the redhead squealed excitedly, increasing the pacing of her movement.

I was about 3 seconds away from getting down on the ground, spreading my legs, spreading my pussy for him, and begging to take his load. “Wow, Misha, you are seriously such a slut!” A voice off to the sidelines made me start violently. We both looked over, caught bright red handed in the act, to see Red himself standing there, staring at us with sizzling golden eyes.

She grinned using her shoulders to rub against mine. "Shelly do I ask you about you and micheal's sex life?" "That's because you don't want to know else I would surely have told you how he kisses me, caresses my cheek, fucks–" "Enough!" "I was just getting to the good part bestie, why did you stop me?" "Shelly you're actually Shameless." "Of course! I can't be ashamed of what I do with my man and oh yeah hope you use protection?" "Why would I, it just happens and I don't even think about that when he touches me."

I found her strangely cute when threatening me. "Have you imagined how that voice would sound moaning my name while I fuck you so hard and make your legs tremble?" I winked at her, and she gasped. "The fuck! Are you shameless?" She stuttered, turning her face away, but I bet her cheeks were burning red from embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm shameless. Do you have a problem with that, huh?" I finally stood up and went to stand behind her. I packed her hair to one side of her neck, revealing her bare neck and shoulder.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

My red hair tumbled loose in the night air, earning a few whistles from nearby idiots. “Damn, look at that redhead chick,” one of them slurred, stumbling out of a beat-up car with his buddy. His eyes raked me up and down like I was a damn meal on a silver platter. “Bet she’s a wild one in bed.” “Mmhm, fire in the hair, fire in the sheets,” the other laughed like a hyena, elbowing him. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. Typical. Trash never changed, no matter what part of the world you were in.

He stood there for a second and left the room, closing the door with a bang. The second the door closed my body collapsed to the ground and I started sobbing with anger, hurt, and shame. How can he treat me like this when he has a girlfriend? What does he think about me? Am I going to be his shame forever? I don't want to live like this and I definitely don't want to be a second option.