The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

He hurled mound after mound of wet soil over his shoulder, gasping for air. CLANG. The shovel struck something solid. Chadwick froze. “No...” he whispered. He tossed the shovel aside and plunged his hands directly into the cold dirt, tearing away chunks of mud and root fibers with his bare fingers. His fingernails cracked and bled, but he kept digging. I shoved my hands into the pit beside him, throwing dirt out as fast as I could. “Come on, Danny,” I prayed under my breath. “Come on, please...”

"Fucking hell, Finn. You say the dirtiest shit! Does she even know what you like to do to shes?" His baritone nearly a bass growl, the wolf eyed the black-haired beauty. "I enjoy plunging my cock as deep inside a she's walls as I can get and shifting while buried inside her. She can't help but cry out as my cock grows and it forces her painfully wide."

An island no bigger than a postage stamp on most maps. We drove south along a potholed coastal road, mangroves on one side, black ocean on the other, until the pavement ended and the track narrowed to two ruts in red dirt. The jeep bounced over roots and rocks; Damian kept one hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh, steady, possessive.

The footage showed us from weeks ago, raw and unmistakable: skin slapping, her back arching as she gasped my name, my growled dirty talk about how wrong and perfect it felt to be inside my stepsister. Clara’s message previewed above it: That is just the first warning. Should have died in that building. My stomach dropped. “Maya—shit, turn it off!” The door opened again. Mom stepped back in, still holding her coffee. “Everything alright in here? I thought I heard—” The audio continued for another agonizing second—my voice low and filthy, Maya whimpering “stepbrother” right as Mom froze in the doorway. Maya fumbled desperately to pause it, cheeks burning red..

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

He hissed but I shook my head. “Is that really how you want it to end though?” I twisted my lips. “Such a tragic conclusion to an even more pathetic life that you lived” I spat in his face, watching as his eye brows twitched with anger. Then a footstep thud echoed from above us. Almost instantly, Diablo froze.