The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again Novels & Stories

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

I can’t remember the moves! In the end, my body moves about like a glitching robot with an obvious malfunction. Worst of all, Dylan’s potent gaze observes me like a hawk. And like a little rabbit, flustered and fearful of being swooped up and eaten, I hop about with absolutely no regard to what I’m doing. In my panic, I trip over my own two feet, releasing an uncontrolled ‘Waaaa’ as I face plant the dirt. I’m not ready to witness Dylan’s disappointed expression. So I stare at the more comforting dirt for what feels like ages. Admiring the ground in all its glory, since dirt can’t hurt me anymore than it already has… at least it’s better than having to face Dylan. Right?

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Sighing, I climb down the ladder, taking down more books. I begin dusting again, one by one. Yes, I'm alone again. I chuckle softly. I cannot decide if I prefer it now. —————————— Do not Worry, the next chapter is still a "Kayde" chapter 😉 ✨. Please leave a comment, and a review if you’re enjoying the book! Thank you!

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.

“You have to remember that we are in this field where no goody-two-shoes wins anything. It’s all about blood and all the dirty games we have to play right if we want our plans to even move forward. Adrianna just happened to receive an offer that we will make us all win and we don’t fucking care anymore if it is from Matt Zamora or not!” She already called me in my first name—we are not, in a way, kidding anymore. I sighed and before I could even break the silence that just happened right after Leondelle’s speech; Rozaine—our woman barely speaks—takes it upon herself to do it… by popping a wine bottle.

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

“You’re such a dirty little thing. Getting off on the risk?” I tried to protest, but he pressed his hand over my mouth, silencing me. “Not a sound,” he ordered. “You make a noise, I’ll stop. Understood?” I nodded, my pulse hammering against his palm. He slid two fingers inside me, hard and fast. I bit down on his hand to keep from crying out. The shelves rattled as he moved, the rough scratch of cardboard and plastic digging into my back. He pumped his fingers hard, his breath hot on my neck.

"Elaine isn't even bleeding, Mr. Lowe. You don't need to help her." I was wearing black today. In reality, the shards of glass pierced my thighs, making them bleed. Anna moved in front of Zachary before instructing Isaac and Sean to pin me to the floor. "Let me teach her a lesson, Mr. Lowe! That's the only way to make her cooperate!"