Novel & Cerita Tear Away Pants Red

What are we even doing? “Take it off,” I order. Her hesitation irks me, my jaw ticks. If she didn’t want to be here, she would have left. She wants me too, not that fucker. “Now.” El gives a shaky nod. I step back for her to pull off her panties. The stirring in my groins intensifies at the colour of her underwear. Red. The colour of sin. Does T also know the colour? I stretch my hand for it, she drops it on my palm and I sniff it. Amazing.

She quickly turned away to hide her amusement. Mars glanced down, his eyes widening in surprise. There was now a massive hole in his pants, exposing his skin. It explained why he had suddenly felt cold. "What? What happened?" Mars asked, subconsciously nervous. He couldn't fathom why his pants had torn so unexpectedly, which was extremely humiliating. These were Findellan-made pants worth about 80,000 dollars, and they were completely ruined. One of the bodyguards couldn't contain his laughter. To anyone else, the situation would have appeared comical, especially given Mars' self-righteous expression.

Because I sure can’t keep going on thinking like this about Tate. I had to do everything in my power not to think of her during the ball game and it was seriously hard work to keep my eyes off her, and those legs of hers encased in her ultra-tight jeans. What can I say? They look so long and lean from all her Pilates. That girl I know has some serious legs on her, I’ve seen them often enough in shorts but when she put that fucking red dress on in the changing room. Let’s just say I could feel my dick wanting to burst out of my fucking jeans.

It felt so frustrating. I tugged at the zip constantly with force for as long as I could, until it was removed. “Noooo!!” I yelled as I held the zip in my hand. “This was my favorite pair of pants” I said as tears streamed down my eyes. I walked over to my bed, and sat down. I couldn’t even understand why I felt so sad about it, but it hurt so damn much. “It was my favorite pair of pants!!!” I screamed as I threw the broken zip at the door.

Ann showed a light blue short dress. "Set that one aside for me," Kitty signaled, and the saleswoman added the dress to several other pieces that were already set aside for the blonde to try on in a fitting room. "This pair of pants is by Narciso Rodriguez." "I'll give them a try," Kath announced. "I thought you wanted more colorful things, friend," Harmony commented, as the pants were navy blue. "But the outfit can't be all bright, even in this new phase of mine," Kath replied, laughing.

I lower my lip to her right ear, watching every move of hers in the mirror. “You feel that, kitten?” When her throat bobs, I know she can. My brothers do not interrupt. They know better. They know she’s gotten on my last damn nerve, and will suffer for it. “I’ll rip you apart with it. Here and now, while they watch.” I lift the red fabric past her hips and waist, only stopping when it’s placed right above her stomach, perfectly out of my way. Her pretty pussy comes into view. Yes. She took her fucking pants off during her little strip show.

I could feel his erection through his gray jogger pants and circled my hips to feel the curves of it through my athletic leggings. I pulled back and grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, yanking it upwards in a hurry. I needed the nagging pack pressures out of my head and didn't want to wait another second. His hands met mine halfway and he ripped the dark blue tee over his head, tossing it the side and giving me a show.

"Are Reese and Tobe alright?" He nods, and takes a seat next to me. His hand hovers around the red-stained area on my jeans, and his eyes lift to mine and soften, asking for permission before he touches me. I don't flinch away, and he pulls apart the shredded fabric, revealing a deep scratch that's bleeding sluggishly. Ryder pulls away and starts digging around in his pack. "Take your pants off." At first I think he's joking, but when he looks up and sees that I haven't moved, he frowns. "What are you doing? Take your pants off."

THIRD POV Scarlett removed the mark on her arm before entering the suite. Jaguar didn’t put on a real tattoo on her because it seems the man wanted to tease her. “I swear, I’ll kill you! Argh!” she mumbled as she tossed the alcohol into the trash, then looked down at her swollen arm from rubbing it. “Damn, they’ll wonder what happened to my arm. TSK.” “You’re back, Scarlett.” It startled Scarlett when the door to their suite opened, so she hid her arm, so her companions wouldn’t notice. She finally entered their suite after nodding.

I had to make things right, but the thought of facing her and seeing the hurt in her eyes made me feel uneasy. The first lady came forward, her name was Lia or Lisa, or something of the sort. She was in very revealing lingerie. The lingerie was a deep red color, made of a sheer and delicate lace material. It was a two-piece set, consisting of a barely-there thong and a matching bra. The bra had thin straps that wrapped around the neck, leaving the majority of the back exposed. It had delicate cups that barely covered the nipples, held up by thin straps that criss crossed in the back. The thong was just as scanty, with a thin strip of fabric that barely covered the hips and a thong back. The