Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines Dirty Novels & Stories

The entire cottage would need to be sanitised once they left and there was still the unknown woman out there somewhere and Michael. The pungent aroma of the bedroom assaulted his nostrils once more and he stifled down a groan and quickly crossed to the bed. The change in Pietro was staggering. His skin was no longer black though still covered in angry red scars. It was pink and so fragile looking Demetri was afraid to touch him for fear of hurting him. "Wake, my friend," he urged softly. "I can't leave you lying in this shit any longer. It's disgusting." Pietro's eyes opened instantly and Demetri blinked in surprise as he stared down at him. "Well, that's going to get the ladies attention,"

“Yeah… that’s exactly what I’ll do.” I pushed off the counter, crossing my arms, already imagining the way his mouth would curl into that teasing smile when he saw me again. The way his body would look when he wasn’t hidden behind work clothes. I turned slowly, my eyes locking on the hallway light above me. My lips curled into a grin. “Sorry, buddy,” I whispered, snatching the broom from beside the fridge. One sharp jab upward and the bulb shattered with a dull pop, raining tiny sparks before fizzling into darkness.

He pulled off his shirt last, and even though his body was older, it was thick with power, defined in a way that made it hard to look away. Dennis’ voice brought me back. “Stewart, are you going to give us an answer?” My eyes drifted over them, shameless and greedy. I didn’t even try to hide it. I blamed the alcohol and the heat and the fact that these men looked like sin and temptation rolled into one. I thought about how professional I was supposed to be, how nothing about this was in the rulebook. But then again, this wasn’t a rulebook moment. I didn’t even get the chance to answer.

The penthouse had turned into a slaughterhouse. FBI agents in tactical vests swarmed through the shattered remains of the living room, shouting commands over the ringing in Cedric’s ears. But they weren’t here for falclone. They weren’t here for Dante. They were here for Marcus Chen.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

I could feel the female staff shaking in fear from behind me as Dante closed the doors. “With every mark or bruise inflicted on her, You all lose a limp. I'll be generous enough to make you choose which body part I'll break off first” He muttered calmly but his tone carried power. He walked towards one of the staff and grabbed her roughly by the cheek. “You have Beautiful eyes” He complimented as he dragged his claws down her cheek. I turned away as she screamed out in pain. “It Was Miss Sophia. She accused her of stealing. She started it” The female staff screamed and I turned just in time to see Sophia's eyes widened in fear even though she tried to conceal it.

Instead of making me stop, it made me push back harder, meeting his thrusts, fucking myself on him like I couldn't get enough. "Em, you're so tight," he groaned. "So fucking perfect. You feel that? Feel how deep I am? No one else is ever gonna fill you like this." "No one," I moaned. "Only you. Fuck, Rowan, only you." He spanked me again—three quick, stinging slaps. "That's my girl. My dirty little sister. Taking my cock on the day she's supposed to marry someone else." “Yes, yes, yes, yes—”

Leo sat on the bed, waiting for his mother. --- The cleaning truck stopped outside the penthouse. Alex got out first. Rayn followed. Ethan came last, still scowling under the fake beard. One of Andrew’s men stepped forward. “Who are you?” Alex didn’t miss a beat. “Cleaning service. Your boss sent for us.” The man’s eyes narrowed. He looked at the truck, the equipment, then back at Alex. Something still felt off. “I need to confirm that.” He reached for the walkie-talkie on his belt.

Both men were hidden behind cars— Unable to see each other. But both were watching only her. 🔥 Rose still held the goon’s twisted arm. Tony shouted— “What are you all staring at?! Ruin her face today!” 😡 Roma casually sat on a car bonnet— “Let the show begin…” 😏 Rose smirked— “The main highlight of this show is you… you’ll make it a hit.” 😈 Roma snapped— “Break her. Make her beg for death!” 😡😡

“I swear she is dead.” Achilles nodded and stood up. “Okay, let's go to business matters then. Who is fucking with my drugs?” Jus as Brody opened his mouth to tsk, he rsised a hand, stopping him. I loved watching my brother like this, wearing his business suit, brimming with destruction. He looked familiar now, with heat in his eyes. “I need you to think about your answer, Brody. I already know you're a dirty cop and frankly, I hate how much you stink. So give me something clean, Okay?”