Red Room Fifty Shades นิยาย & เรื่องราว

was situated on 25th floor of SS corporation, samrat called his secretary and informed her to not disturb him for any phone call also to call off every meeting even if it might be emergency or Important, Samrat locked himself and dimmed his cabin lights, Samrat cabin was half of 25th floor ,which included his spacious meeting area along with his personal master bedroom attached to it , it also included a big bar cabinet and a gym, Samrat walked towards his bar cabinet and started chugging a whiskey , he drank half of the bottle when his eyes fell on envelope given by Dr.Chang lying on his big white Arabian marbel Desk , Samrat glanced at it but turned his face to other side and ignored it,

My heart pounded as I tiptoed toward it. A chill raced down my spine, and goosebumps prickled across my skin as I leaned closer and peered through the gap beneath the door. A wet sound. Loud and rhythmic. Coming from the room. I froze. Noah was bent over the back of the couch in the room, his face pressed hard against the wall. His shirt was ripped open. His pants were down around his thighs. Humphrey had him pinned, hips slamming forward with brutal force. “Fuck… yes… harder… please…” Noah groaned, his voice breaking. “Humphrey… shit… do not stop… right there… your cock… fuck—”

The 51st street address, a building that styled itself discreet in the way of places that catered to people who needed to not be found. Max was already in position when I arrived. Standing in a doorway across from the entrance with the stillness of someone who had been there long enough to be part of the architecture. “Room?” I said. “Four-twelve,” he said. “Registered under a name that doesn’t match anything but the description from the desk matches.” “How long ago?” “Twenty minutes.” He looked at me. “His arm was bad. He was moving carefully.” “Good.” We crossed the street. The lobby was empty except for a night clerk who looked at us and made a rapid assessment and found something very in

The place looked like some cathedral built for billionaires — towering windows, massive fountains, trimmed greenery everywhere, lights glowing across the estate like something out of a damn vampire film. How did places like this even exist in California? Before I could admire it longer, the suited man lightly shoved my shoulder forward. Rude. I followed him inside and eventually into a bedroom drenched in deep red décor. Red curtains. Red sheets. Red accents everywhere. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. “Whoever lives here really loves red.” I sat nervously at the edge of the bed with my hands clasped together while the suited man turned toward me. “The Don will be with you shortly.”

Light makeup, just enough gloss on her lips and a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. And those nails… long, blood-red. If the room had been full of a thousand people, I still would’ve only seen her. It had always been like that. My eyes drank her in greedily, every detail and every shift of her body, the way her chest rose a little faster when our gazes finally locked. She looked composed, but I knew her too well. That faint tremble in her fingers, the way she pressed her thighs together. She was just as affected as I was.

He drags the heavy metallic door to something I suspect to be a garage… Oh, no! I freeze. Watching the dangerous weapons in the almost dark room. St. Andrew’s cross. Chains and carabiners. Spreaders bar. Floor-to-ceiling mirror. A table with dirty costumes; masks, dildos of thick sizes, vibrators… gags, blindfolds, whip… Red unholy candles. Thick bumps sprout on my naked body, not out of the fear that kills. But the one that destroys every inch of your body till you're loose.

I don’t know the level of kink these people were into. Dante approaches the door that has a keypad for entry and punches in a code. He slowly opens the door. “Well, Amelie, welcome to the red room,” Dante declared. Amelie’s POV I slowly walked into the room. I was not prepared at all for what was inside, but I tried not to look shocked. I know I was sheltered; heck, I was downright innocent and naïve. The room before me looked like a literal dungeon. There was a strange bed against one of the walls with red satin sheets on it. It looked more like a cage at the head and foot of it. Each of the columns on the bed had chains attached to them and leather cuffs on the other ends of the chains. Oh

she says, making a small space between her thumb and index finger. "Where's the bathroom?" I say, looking around. "Over there in that corner." Riley says, pointing. "You have to go through the red room." she adds. So The Red Room actually has a red room? Wonder what they do there. Maybe it's just a VIP room. I walk into the room full of red lights and as soon as I open the door, the smell of alcohol and sex slaps me in the face. "Oh my god. In public?" I say, gagging.

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