Scarlett Bordeaux Hot Novels & Stories

“Why are you doing this to your best friend's wife?” “I'm not doing anything. I just want a piece of this cake and I intend to have it either way.” Carlos uttered as he placed his hand on her cleavage. “I'll get a drink and be right back.” Scarlet conceded to his words. “Getting drunk would make this faster than possible and I'm certain that he'll be weak afterwards. I'll get his nudes, and the next time he tries this, I'll threaten to send them to the media. He doesn't want his reputation ruined. Tit for Tat,” Scarlet's thoughts as she pulled out a bottle of wine with a hundred percent alcohol.

He hooked his fingers into the delicate fabric and dragged it aside, baring her to his gaze. She was wet, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink. He leaned in, his tongue finding her, licking slow, agonizing circles around her clit. Scarlett let out a high, broken moan that echoed off the walls. Her hips bucked off the couch, her hands flying to his head to weave her fingers through his hair. She wasn't the polished princess of the Pierce empire anymore; she was a woman coming apart at the seams. He increased the pressure, his tongue working with a relentless focus until she was sobbing his name like a prayer, her body shaking with the force of an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

His dirty little secret. His Scarlet.

Blackwood House rose that evening like a palace beacon. Chandeliers erupted into flames in the ballroom, golden fire consuming marble floors so highly polished they reflected like mirrors, silver-edged tables bending under the amount of crystal glasses, and the four world's best wines. Scent, aged liquor, and rose's darkest scent rolled in compactly controlled waves up the stairs. A night to blind the crème de la crème.

"Fine. Jordan and Caleb are fucking, and I don't want to disturb them. You're the only one I can come to because you're the only woman who has been with Dylan in this pack, apart from me of course." Bevvy folded her arms and leaned against the doorpost. "What exactly do you want me to help you with?" Scarlett turned the book and showed her. "This." From the look in Bevvy's eyes, it was obvious that she already knew what Scarlett was asking for. She slowly accessed her with her eyes, taking in the wide curve of her hips, her slender waist, high perky breasts and a real lethal face card. She had to admit again, Scarlett was really a beauty.

Scarlett’s hand moved down again, brushing over his belt. “Just once,” she murmured. “Touch me. No cameras in this corner. No one has to know. I’m cold, Matt. Warm me up.” His hand moved almost on its own. He reached through the bars and cupped the side of her breast. It was heavy and soft, filling his palm perfectly. Scarlett let out a quiet moan and pushed into his touch. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Squeeze it. I know you want to.”

Come on dear for heaven's sake you have to stop being a fucking nerd, Cassie retorted helping her pass through the crowd of sweaty individuals making it to the bar . And does that mean that l have to take wine, just like a real nerd Rinna asked. Of course, Cassie shrugged getting the two glasses of wine she had ordered. Okay , Rinna shrugging her shoulders and after she closing her eyes as tight as she could she then gulped down the wine at ago. Oh crumbs the feeling was so harsh against her throat and her tongue seemed to burn.

Her blonde hair perfectly going along with her dress and golden leaf pendant she was wearing. Scarlett was looking beautiful in her wine coloured off the shoulder bodycon dress. She had her hair slightly curled and let down. Her shiny black waves flowing smoothly against her olive skin. She had minimal makeup done. Just Kohl and lipbalm. Katherine and Mia were excited for the party. Mia was all set to get wasted and just enjoy without any care. Katherine was anxious and excited both to meet Carson and talk to him albeit she gets tongue-tied whenever she's near him.

The preparation of the wedding has been a rush, choosing of wedding gowns, the church luckily Christian suggested the reception should be held in one of his hotels. My best friend Madeline Maddie for short and I are the maids of honors. Emily and I have cleared our differences. Emily is one lucky bitch, her wedding with Christian has been on every television stations and newspapers, even radio's. Emily and I are l like practically the same being. You wouldn't know which one is Emily or Emery short for Emeline when we are together. But people closer to us do know. Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep.

He started to take off his clothes as he keenly kept his eyes on her as she seductively sways her hips before his beastly gaze. Scarlett crawled over him as she teasingly rubbed her half-naked body against his still-clothed lower body. He was able to take his coat and suit shirts already, but his pants remained as she hovered before him before he could take them off. Scarlett intentionally lingered with her breasts right above his bulging manhood as she rubbed it in between her 34D cup-size globes.