Tangled Prom Poster Novels & Stories

Worry edged in—had she collapsed? I pushed the door open. Hazel stood there, shirt gone, plump breasts spilling free above her underwear, skin flushed deep red. Water dripped from her hair, trailing down her curves. My cock surged hard, tenting my pants painful. Damned if I'd sleep tonight with this image burned in.

My hair was swept back, my heels were too high, and every eye followed me when I walked in. Including his. Dominic stood near the bar in a black tuxedo, talking to a board member. He didn’t approach. He didn’t wave. But his stare burned into me like a promise. And then Rafael walked up. Tall. Bronze-skinned. With a Spanish accent that could melt glaciers and a smile like sin. “Lana Lane,” he said, offering his hand with a sly grin. “Dominic’s intern, yes?” “I’m not an intern,” I replied.

Clayton replied with a shrug and a smile, watching her intently. She pulled the hair tie out of her braid, which had loosened over the course of the day at the farm and was on the verge of falling out on its own now. She shook out her waves with the elastic wrapped around her wrist and was about to re-tie it when Clayton stopped her. "Leave it. I like it like this," he whispered to her across the table as he leaned forward, reaching over to her as he allowed his fingers to lightly brush through her pale locks. She nodded, giving him a small smile as another man from the bachelor party joined their table, handing the men each another shot before offering her one. "Ya fancy one, love?" he aske

The girl screamed again as my guys covered her mouth with a chloroform handkerchief and she was struggling to break-free from their grip but soon the alcohol she inhaled decreased her struggle as she fell unconscious. “Get her in the car.” I told them and they obliged my orders but as they picked her up a ringing of the phone echoed through the silent night. “Boss, her phone is ringing” one of them passed me the phone and Aunt Mavis was written on the phone screen with a red heart besides the name. She has a family. I silenced the phone as I exhaled the harmful air from my body and crushed the cigarette on the floor with my foot. “Send the body in a courier to the Salvator’s estate with a sp