Novelas y relatos de Skyla Nsfw

“So Miss McKenna really insists on drinking the punishment wine instead of the toast?” Boss Trent snarled, propping himself up against the doorframe. He snatched a gun from one of his men and aimed it directly at her. Skye didn’t even flinch. Her snow-pale fingers spun her gun playfully. She didn’t look at him—instead, she turned slightly toward her ten men behind her. “Any problems?” “None!” They instantly understood her meaning. Skye gave a faint nod of satisfaction, then finally looked at Boss Trent. “You’re looking a little rough, Trent. But I’ve always had a spine—I like drinking the punishment wine. So…”

"Do it perfectly without mistakes, understood?" "Yes boss" Skylar Brandon, you are so going down. TBC....... ©️ Tricia

Jace spinned the bottle and it pointed at Stacey "Truth or dare"he asked "Truth" she replied "You should have chosen dare, any way let me ask you.....do you have a crush " he asked "Nope I don't " she said "Boring ass" Erick said, Stacey glared at him "Ok...Whitney it's your turn" Jace said I spinned the bottle and it pointed to Jack "Truth or dare" I asked "Dare" he replied. I grinned as a mischievous dare hit me

Then, in a move that felt too intimate, he whispered in my ear, "Kyle, your favorite. He's coming." The information sent a jolt through me, causing me to stagger back. Instead of colliding with the cold metal of the locker, Skyler's warm hand caught me. I looked at his arm, the barrier between me and a potentially embarrassing fall, and had to admit, despite my reluctance, his touch was softer and warmer than I anticipated.

Broad-shouldered, rugged, and relaxed in black slacks and a leather jacket, Damon walked in with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You look like shit,” he said. Kyl didn’t answer. Damon eyed the untouched scotch. “What is this? Your post-coital guilt ritual?” Kyl’s jaw ticked. He still didn’t speak. Damon threw himself into an armchair. “I haven’t seen you like this since that thing with what’s her name—Elodie?” “She was an escort,” Kyl said flatly. Damon shrugged. “Weren’t they all?” Kyl stood slowly, crossed to the bar, and finally took the drink to his lips. The scotch burned like regret going down. He barely felt it.