Roxanne Hart Nude Novels & Stories

She didn't even bother to notice his hands as white as chalk. Angry, she couldn't help but strike her knee at his most vulnerable spot. Unexpectedly, Richard Harris had already prepared himself and quickly moved away. "Damn it! Do you want me to end your life?" Richard Harris cursed. There was a slight distance between them now. Roxana Nelson revealed herself before Richard Harris, making him stare at her in awe. He had never seen such a beautiful body before. Suddenly, his eyes became even darker, and his body became mesmerized by her.

She had no choice but to spread her legs wide since he had gotten too close. “You got me wrong… I don’t believe in those rumours-” “Shh, I understand, babe. Since I’m stuck in this wheelchair, you must have thought you would have to live without getting some loving.” Henry smirked as he held Roxanne’s gown and began to hike it up slowly. "Let me show you what I can do.” “Henry... What are you- ah!” A moan escaped Roxanne's lips when Henry suddenly stroked her core with his long and large fingers.

It had all been for nothing. She tried to back away, but she could not move. She was stuck, unable to flee as Colton stood in front of her. "That, that's a..." Roxanne felt the tears well up in her eyes as her words trailed off. What was she going to say? It was a misunderstanding? Or shit didn't look like what it was? Her face was caught clear in fucking 4K HDR! There was no escaping this and she sure as hell wasn't going to say those were photoshopped. Her dignity had already been crushed, now imagine Colton funding out that those were true, she was going to be fuck.

Oprah mercilessly read Roxanne's mind, "You are afraid of being ridiculed by others, losing your identity as Mrs. Harrison, and being said to be unhappy in your marriage..." "Shut up! Don't say anymore," Roxanne's voice was sharp and angry. She glared fiercely at Oprah, and her chest heaved with anger. This was the worst time Roxanne had lost her composure since she became Mrs. Harrison. The atmosphere in the bedroom was tense and depressing. Roxanne held Oprah's hand and sighed, "Oprah, listen to me. I will help you find a reliable doctor. When you get rid of this child, everything will return to normal, and no one will know about it."

Roxanne stood at the light pink doorway with her arms crossed against her chest. She was already dressed, and dear goddess, she looked so good. Her dress was ridiculously short, revealing her perfect legs and it had a stunning red colour that suddenly reminded me of… “Is there a reason your dress is the exact same shade of red as Orion’s hair?” I questioned her with a small teasing smile on my lips. Roxanne rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into the back of her skull. “I will actually smother you in this bath if you don’t get up right now.”

★★★ Roxanne stood before me in a shimmering short black dress, clinging tightly to her curves that one would doubt she’s the mother of a three-year-old. “Coffee or sperm?” I asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. She rolled her honey-colored eyes, hands clamped on her tiny waist, her beautiful oval-shaped face rumpled in a failed attempt to frown. I bit my lower lip. She’s still pretty and sexy. Her husband, Alex Hawthorne, the CEO of Aetherion Technologies, must be really happy having her all to himself. Most times. Her hands folded tightly across her chest, shooting me a glare.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

Why on earth was she half-naked? "Why on earth would you make her stay naked!?" I snapped at Eleanor. "I wanted to downgrade her! She shouldn't feel strong! I had to break her!" I couldn't believe that I was listening to Eleanor. I felt like she was possessed by an evil demon. "Adrian, just take Rayne to the hospital now, she is dying," Olivia told me. I looked down at Rayne and saw how bad she looked, she was in a terrible state. Her head was rested on my chest as she lay silent in my arms. Her hair fell over her face, covering half of it. Small breaths escaped her blue busted lips that used to be naturally pink and soft.

"Well, your full name is Cincinnati Roxanne Lopez, twenty three years old, ex-stripper, hitman, other vices and there are also a few other details." "Like?" "You have people dear to your heart, Reynolds, Renata and Lauren the old widow." "Don't call her that!" I flipped. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He apologized, a bit laid-back. "Wait how did you even find out I go by Roxanne? It's not even on my birth certificate or records." "I have my ways?" "Riiiight." I drawled. "How old are you?" "Twenty five, in August though."

“Yeah that is why he came out looking for you. I nearly ran into him and that would have been the end of me.” I sigh and walk out of the surf gear renting shop, Jessica hot on my heels. “He drew me.” She had a look of exaggerated shock on her face. “And here I was thinking the nude art house was for wining and dining.” I roll my eyes. “He drew Roxanne Harrington genius. He drew my body and Roxanne Harrington’s face.” Her eyes bulged and she looked like a fish out of water. We get to my car and i make her get into the back. She does not complain as she is still in shock.