Shaken Dirty Book 4 Novelas e Histórias

|To my readers, this chapter is a bit extreme as it contains BDSM and torture. Feel free to skip this if it makes you uncomfortable.| Ava's POV Whatever we did in the first round was child's play. This time, my hands were bound above my head while on my knees as Davin circled me for a while. “Look at me, Ava.” He commanded but I kept my gaze down, my lips curving a bit when I knew what being defiant would get me.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

He pulled off his shirt last, and even though his body was older, it was thick with power, defined in a way that made it hard to look away. Dennis’ voice brought me back. “Stewart, are you going to give us an answer?” My eyes drifted over them, shameless and greedy. I didn’t even try to hide it. I blamed the alcohol and the heat and the fact that these men looked like sin and temptation rolled into one. I thought about how professional I was supposed to be, how nothing about this was in the rulebook. But then again, this wasn’t a rulebook moment. I didn’t even get the chance to answer.

Ricky’s pov Finally ropes of my cum land on my abdomen. It felt like my orgasm was never going to hit. Using my left hand made it awkward. I get up and head to my on suite. I need to clean myself up and go see Ellie. She didn’t say anything to me last night, I can tell she is starting to shut me out and I am putting an end to it now. Opening my bedroom door I spot Shelby leaning against the wall. “You stood out here listening to me” I say invading her space. “You should have just stayed in the room at this point” I wanted to reach for her hand but she looks withdrawn.

“What matters is that she’s useful now. She’s the key to the last lock. The one that seals the past away for good.” He turned to me, the strategic coldness in his eyes softening into something more complex. “But using her… it’s ugly. It’s the kind of thing I said I wanted to leave behind.” I understood. We were stepping fully into the shadows now, playing the game with its own dirty rules. There was no clean victory. Only choices between different kinds of stains. “We started this to burn it down,” I said quietly, walking to the window where the first hints of dawn were bleeding into the sky. “We can’t be afraid to get our hands sooty.”

He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane. He held it up like evidence in court, the pages fluttering. “Snatched this gem from you the other day. Knew you were deep in it. What, ten pages from the end? I finished it myself last night.” He grinned devilishly, and my chest squeezed hard, like it was about to combust. “Fuck, Cindy, the shit in here… it’s pure filth. Balls deep in demon dick and submission games. I didn’t peg you for such a dirty reader.”

The logical part of my brain, the part that liked neatly restored paintings and clean brushes and answers, was having a very bad month. The occult section was tucked in the farthest corner, behind a dusty pillar and next to a broken radiator that hissed like a snake. The books looked untouched, mostly oversized hardcovers with cracked spines and spooky fonts. I traced my fingers over them, unsure what I was looking for until something sharp pricked my index finger. I jerked back, hissing. One of the books had a tiny iron spike sticking from its spine, like it didn’t want to be opened. I stared at the title.

SLIPPERY SINS 1 PAMELLA KENT(FL) — 22YRS ENZO BLACK (ML) — 40YRS PAMELLA “Oh, Bella… I’m gonna come inside you—” “You drive me fucking crazy… yeahhh…” His voice was gravel and silk, a growl wrapped in lust. His cock drove deep, pounding into me with brutal precision as his balls slapped wetly against my ass. Every thrust sent my body unraveling.

"Holy shit..." End of Volume 4: Necessary Risk

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.