The Dare Elle Kennedy Audiobook Novels & Stories

Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight. I slowly lifted my head and released Cindy Hurst, the intern I'd just kissed. Like a startled deer, she stumbled back a step, covering her mouth. Her cheeks were so red that they looked like apples. Without looking at her, I slowly wiped the corners of my lips with my thumb before turning to Whitney. In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?"

Kendall suddenly screamed, “Ask that crazy bitch! She’s the one who brought me here!” “Watch your mouth,” Daria warned sharply. She stepped closer. “I can help you, but it seems you're still hell bent on still refusing to cooperate. I can easily go up and tell the gods about your sudden actions. I intervened for you, by the way and Lyka hasn’t found out about it yet. But I can walk to her right now and spill everything. And trust me — she won’t make things easy for you.” Kendall paused. A slow, mocking chuckle escaped him. “You are scared of your own daughter, aren’t you?”

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

I murmured, barely able to speak. The girls all growled with disappointment. They wanted dares. Dirty ones. Nasty ones. “Okay, Kelly,” the girl said, thinking of her question. I was sure she already had a dare in mind. “If you could do any famous woman, who would you be with?”

After all, the thing I used to do the most in the past was to accommodate him. After needing the call, Austin paced restlessly in his office. Elsa showed up and handed him a cup of coffee. In a gentle voice, she reassured, "I believe Rennie hasn't gone very far. She has always had a strong sense of responsibility, even since she was a kid. "Like our mother, she can't tolerate the slightest flaw in her life. Who knows? She might just come right back on her own one day." Austin finally spared her a glance. "How could you be so sure?"

I looked like a stray cat who’d been electrocuted. He didn’t ask what happened. He didn’t offer small talk, didn’t even pretend not to notice the way I was falling apart. He just stepped aside and said in that low, impossible voice: “Come in, Dolly.” God. If humiliation didn’t kill me, that voice would. Warmth hit me immediately—fireplace glow, cinnamon, pine, the soft murmur of staff preparing for the evening. The lodge was beautiful as always. But this time, something was off. A tension under the garlands. A storm behind the smiles.

Ethan Ford’s dare was: [Choose any girl here and kiss her for three minutes. Make sure it’s a French kiss!] The next second, Ethan’s eyes fixed on my girlfriend, Clara Sutton, who was sitting beside me. Everyone followed his gaze. Among them were glances eager for entertainment. Reason told me Clara would never agree. She was always so fastidious. But my emotions tightened like a coil, my right hand clenched into a fist. Ethan strode straight toward me.

She turned her back to the catwalk as she stared at the furthest exit, wishing she could somehow get there. A voice comes from the microphone. Irena recognized it as a feminine voice with a business accent. Amanda . "I want to thank all of you for coming here today. I hope we can summarize this as Mr Kennedy is still recovering from the injury he suffered last week. I want to keep the questions to a minimum so we can get out of here in time. With that said, I will pass the time to Mr. Sage Kennedy , CEO of Kennedy Outdoors." Irena closed her eyes when she heard noises in the background, then a clear clearing into the microphone. She braced herself to hear the soft voice that had become a con

“Breathing. Centering. How to feel the difference between a spike and a controlled push.” Daire’s head snapped toward him. “You think I’m handing her over to you?” he demanded. “Alone?” Kieran’s mouth tightened. “You don’t own air time with her, Nightmoor,” he said. “You want her safe, let her learn from someone who’s seen what happens when power goes sideways in a tribunal hallway.” “El’s not an experiment for you to tick off a box,” Daire shot back. “You’ve been hovering around that bracelet for months. Are you going to tell me you’re not interested in what she can do?”

I was trembling, right on the edge, when Ryan leaned down and whispered against my ear: “Stop touching yourself, Emma.” I whimpered desperately but pulled my fingers out. My pussy felt empty and aching. Ryan looked down at my dripping, swollen pussy with dark eyes. “Your turn to give me a dare,” he said. I bit my lip, breathing hard, my body burning with need, and whispered: “I dare you to use your mouth on me… but you can only lick and suck my clit. No fingers inside me yet. And I have to keep describing everything I feel while you do it.”