Shaken Dirty Book 4 Novels & Stories

Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat. Lila possessed the vision, the money, the Rolodex full of powerful names. He had the street smarts to keep the predators at bay and the charisma to lure in the high rollers. They built an empire together. Planned a family. Talked about kids with her dark locks and his temper. Then the drugs made their way in. Lila introduced him to the edge first. She was always wilder, older, hungrier, unafraid. One night, she brought home a stripper from the club, all long limbs and knowing eyes.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

Zariah stood waiting, arms folded, posture sharp enough to cut glass. He entered without hesitation, every inch the man who had built and destroyed empires with equal ease. His dark suit carried the faint scent of rain and expensive whiskey. His eyes, black and unreadable, locked on her. “Zariah,” he said simply. “Damian.” Her tone was cold, a challenge. He glanced at the crumpled newspaper still lying on the counter. The headline. The scandal. His gaze lingered a second too long. “You look tired,” he said.

I drain him dry, from base to tip, watching as the last drops fall upon the holy items. It is a dirty, taboo sight that makes my pussy throb once more. He pulls me down after, his cum-smeared cock pressed against my thigh. We lay there, breathing heavy, the chapel smelling of sex. My body aches in the best possible way; vows are shattered on the altar. I kiss his neck, tasting salt and the knowledge of this sin binding us.

his dirty words making me even hotter and wetter than before. “Is it them?” He asked while pulling his finger from my pussy. “No, no Tristan” I whimper, drawing his hands back to my pussy and rubbing against them shamelessly. Fuck when did I become this shameless. “What a good little girl you are” he slams one of his fingers into me and I almost scream. “Fuck, oh my god yes fuck!” He pushes two more into me and starts to thrust wildly before suddenly removing his fingers. “No please..” I whimper

The car swerved right, hitting another car that tumbled down the road. The sirens grew louder as streams of police vehicles rolled forward, cornering us in all directions. Gareth jerked the wheel suddenly, veering off the main road and plunging into a dirt path. The car jolted violently, my body slamming against the door. His lips curled into a chilling grin, and a cold wave of dread crashed over me. What is he planning? “If I can’t have you,” he growled, voice low and unhinged, “then no one can.”

So, so wrong. The screen flickered before me, revealing sins so dark they made the usual crimes, drugs, arms dealing, trafficking, money laundering look almost ordinary. Those were the visible sins, the kind the world already whispered about. But what I found inside the Black Book was something else entirely. The kind of secrets that should never have been recorded, or even committed. One file showed a member of the Order in a dimly lit room, his hand tangled with the trembling fingers of a much younger girl. The caption beneath the footage bore her last name, one that matched another prominent member of the Order.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and