Scarlet Hand Body Novels & Stories

I undo his towel, and fuck—he's so hard already. That's my bodyguard! Red licks his bottom lip. He's so enticed by my astuteness, patiently anticipating what I'm about to do. I smile wickedly and tie my hair into a delicate bun. Leaning over toward him, I rub my breasts on his pulsing erection, from the base to the tip, laying it to his stomach. "Ah!" Red tenses right away, and I'm just started. A/N: Thank you all for reaching this chapter. Should the scene stop here? 😊😊😊

"Scarlet, wake up!" "No, Scarlet!!!" Fateball's scream shook the air, startling Scarlet out of her daze. Her breathing was haggard. Sweat clung to her forehead, and her body wouldn't stop trembling. When she lowered her head, all she saw was an outstretched hand. She followed the hand, and her eyes widened when she saw where it ended... The alpha's heart. That hand... It was hers. She had stabbed her claws into the alpha's heart!

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

"We don't have a deep-seated grudge, and all of this conflict has arisen because of business competition. I believe that whether you kill Michelle or not, it might not be of great importance to you, sir." Wilbur was silent. "Sir, why don't you have a look at the gift?" Sterling beckoned the butler. The butler behind him immediately opened the box. There were the bones of a hand inside the box. However, it was not an ordinary human hand. The bones were five times larger than a regular human hand, and it had been crystalized. It had a sheen of iridescent light inside, and it contained a terrifying power.

Pale, smooth skin stretched over his lean swimmer’s frame: long legs, flat stomach, and a chest that rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths. Jax released the wrist only to bat Alex’s hands away when the younger man instinctively tried to cover himself. “Don’t you fucking dare hide from me,” he snarled, eyes devouring every inch like a predator sizing up a meal. “Look at you… slim, tight, made for taking dick. Bet no one’s ever touched this body the way it needs.”

Henry said, "Okay Jack, just like we planned. And Brian, don't try anything stupid. I've had training with this, and I'm a good shot. I could shoot all three of you in about ten seconds, and I'd start with your little sister. Alright, Jack, you can start cutting off Scarlet's nightgown." Jack was gleeful, said, "Oh yeah," and then pulled out of the back pocket of his jeans a pair of scissors, and immediately started cutting Scarlet's nightie off of her. The scissors were sharp, and soon Jack had cut enough so that Scarlet's medium-sized and nice looking breasts were exposed, and it was clear that soon jack would be able to cut the nightie completely off. Henry said, "You have nice breasts, S

She let out a long, low 'shhhhhh' as she traced my body. Scarlett's hands went lower. She pulled down my zipper. Intuitively, I put my hand over hers to stop her, but the movement seemed to only encourage my slim sister-in-law. Like it was nothing, Scarlett stuck her hand through the fly of my boxers and grabbed my dick. I heard her breath catch in her throat.

The crowd gasped, a hundred voices sharp with shock. Rowan loomed over me, his claws dripping red. His chest rose and fell, his wolf fighting to break free, his eyes glowing with the savage light. “You should’ve stayed quiet.” He growled, his body tensed, ready to pounce. My breath caught; I couldn’t fight him, not like this, not when I’m human. The courtyard held its breath, and then…a hand shot out, catching Rowan’s arm mid-strike.

of my head and smashed his lips harder against mine, his teeth biting my lowe lips, drawing a wince mixed with moan from my mouth. His hand immediately found the button of my jean before pulling them off. And with one string live he dragged the jeans down my leg and then turned by body around so my face was pressed on the wall. "You think I'm going to quietly watch another man touch what it's mine. You don't know what you just confessed to now, Scarlet," he said as he wrapped his hand around the back of my head pushed it due aggressively his breath uot against my back. "This body... This pussy, they all belong to me. And you'll do well to remember that. No man dares touch whats mine... Not e

Several bottles of liquor littered the floor. Christopher himself was standing before a huge canvas that had an incomplete drawing on it. His white singlet was soiled with paint and sweat and he held the brush tentatively. When he heard the door open, he turned sharply. I thought he was about to yell at me, but he didn’t. he just paused, staring at me as if I was a mystery.