Shayla Black Wicked As Sin Novelas e Histórias

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip. Family: Mother: Alice Black / Father: Bruce Black / Siblings: Joseph Black (Older - 32) Gregory Black (Middle - 30) Friends: Anna James (BFF since high school) John Campbell (BFF since kindergarten) Raphael Lockwood / The shark (34) Job: CEO of Lockwood Enterprise Leader of the Italian Mafia in NY Personality: Direct, Confident, Rude, Courageous, womaniser, Dangerous, Mysterious, Caring, Responsible, Focused.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

or for him to fuck me? “I can't hear you, Olivia.” Rowan rasped, his left hand traveling under my shirt squeezing the cup of my bra. “Make me your little slut.” I moaned. “Am already wet—” That was all he needed, he slapped my ass “Keeping the soft ass for me.”

The pain shot straight to my clit. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. He slapped my breast lightly, making it jiggle. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” He shoved two thick fingers back into my pussy without warning, pumping them deep and fast. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he finger-fucked me roughly, his thumb grinding against my clit. The wet, squelching sounds were humiliatingly loud. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “And so wet. Being blackmailed turns you on, doesn’t it, Miss Voss? Knowing I own you now. Knowing I can make you do anything I want.”

“They held me for three fucking weeks in that hole. They fed me when they remembered and there were times I was so weak, I could barely move, so there was no escape attempt for that time as I could barely function. Then one by one, they brought in the girls. Those girls were so young and scared. They didn’t know what was going on but I did. Blade got himself hooked up in human trafficking and he was filling an order for the cartel. Remember, I told you he loved to brag? Well, he made no secret of his actions the last week I was there. That’s how I know all that I do. He never thought I would be around to tell anyone, that’s for sure.” “You went back into that hell for those girls?” Greer ask

Her head fell back, a long, throaty moan escaping her lips. She began to move—up and down, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing with each motion. Kai gripped her waist, guiding her pace. His hips snapped upward, meeting her descent, driving deeper into her. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room. Zoya leaned forward, her mouth finding Khalifa's nipple. She licked it, circled it with her tongue, savoring the taste of her skin. She sucked gently, and Khalifa's breath hitched. Her rhythm faltered, her movements becoming more erratic as the pleasure built.

"It appears that way, sir." I drain the rest of my whiskey, slamming the glass down on my desk. What the hell does Black see in her? Stella is nothing. A lowlife omega with no power, no status, no backbone. She was barely adequate as a Luna—couldn't even command respect from the pack members. She couldn't even please my sexual desires. She's pathetic. Weak. Worthless. So why is a rogue like Shawn Black—wealthy, powerful, connected—wasting his time on her?

She stood about 5′5", shapely with hips, thick thighs and fat ass. Her smooth butter pecan colored skin glowed as she had used the body butter with glitter. I could see her skin shine as she sat down on the only couch I could put in this place. “Good morning. You looking good and smelling good.” “Thank you Boo,” she said as she received the blunt I passed. “I was like let me look at least decent today cuz a Bitch is tired too.” Shayla inhaled on the blunt and closed her eyes. “I feel you. I got this outfit for today,” I said, holding up a pair of black slacks and a royal blue blouse with white polka dots and short, puffy sleeves. “Oh that’s cute. That will bring out your freckles. You always

Of course, she never heard from him again, but she sure is satisfied. I shook my head, then reached for a black dress. It was floor length and would hug my figure down to the very edges. I took it in, nodding slowly. It was sparkly and had a slit up to the thigh that was covered in transparent black material. The sleeves were slim, almost nonexistent, and the neckline was a little loose and had an arrangement of pearls around it. It was perfect. I immediately popped into the bathroom, and even though I hated to leave my dream shower, I equally didn't want to keep Florian waiting.