Novel & Cerita Trevor And The Virgin 2

I mumbled in a small voice, taking her hands in mine. “Of course!” She cried, pulling me into a hug. “Of course! The thing with Trevor is also a secret… I wouldn’t spill on you when you know things about me too.” She added. I had no idea if she said that to reassure me but it indeed made me feel better. I hugged her, crying some more when I remembered how I had lost my virginity to a total stranger. Heck, I could still feel his gaze on me, even his sinister smile, and couldn’t help but think about how his deep dark eyes would forever haunt me.

Trevor closed the door and leaned his back against it like they were hiding from a serial killer. “I never thought I’d say this, but I hope Alan has a big emergency,” Christopher said with relief. “There is no emergency,” Trevor admitted and walked over to the mini bar. “What?” “I lied, Christopher. There isn’t an emergency in the Virgin Islands,” Trevor admitted as he picked up a crystal decanter filled with clear liquid. He snatched the top off and smelled it. “Shit, I needed a break and don’t deny you didn’t either.” “I’m not,” Christopher said flatly.

"So what? We fucked, and that was it. She doesn't want anything serious. She came for the dick, and I gave her what she wanted." "Oh my God, can you guys stop?" I groaned, cutting him off. Greg smirked. "What, are you a virgin or something?" I shot him a glare. "I swear to God, if you don't shut up, I'll kick you out of this truck." He made a motion of zipping his lips, but his amused expression didn't fade. Trevor chuckled. "Still gonna tell Jane." "Trevor, you're not excluded," I shot back.

I look up to see Damon glaring our way. "Sure, daddy’s little angel." I stare at him, shocked. "What?" My dad turns and looks at him. "Oh, I forgot, we all act like little Trix is a virgin, but we all know she isn't. She likes her bikers." I feel my heart shatter, my dad glancing around. His eyes settle on Trevor. Shit! "You!" My dad steps towards him. "Not me. I think you should look closer to home, Scorpion, two people very close to your home, as news travels fast."

The internet exploded. Nick’s fans went feral — a digital storm of accusations, slut-shaming, and moral outrage. But Miriam wasn’t hiding this time. Within hours, she verified her T*****r account. In her bio, she casually added the title of an unreleased Hollywood film: Fantastic Adventure 2. Serena nearly dropped her phone when she saw it. That movie was under tight NDA — even the cast list hadn’t been publicly announced yet. Miriam was bold, reckless even.

Savannah threatened Juliet trying to make her eyes big though a smile was slipping out from the corner of her lips. “Finished where?” Juliet asked, looking out of the limo window into a green park area. Gingerly she rubbed at her ribs to ease the discomfort. Travis opened the door and extended his hand to first help Savannah and then Juliet out. “Miss Greenfield, Mr. Rowan asked me to show you the accommodation available to you, in case you might want to use it.” Something was playing in his eyes about which Juliet wasn't able to add the right word.

Playing the role of hapless victim perfectly, she squirms and twists her body against the tree trunk in a vain attempt to keep from being impaled by his solid six inches. But the forest deems it necessary Jade loses her virginity here and now in this silent clearing deep in the enchanted woods. The spirit of wild rutting beasts fill John's heart as he slides both hands under her dress, gripping her hips forcefully, before he lunges forward and buries his cock deep inside his virgin daughter. Her scream of anguished, glorious yearning echoes through the forest making the wicked ghosts that reside within smile. John pumps his hips forward three times in quick succession just to make sure she k

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

“But let’s not stop there, shall we? You weren’t just threatening her. You were also having an affair with her former best friend. Isn’t that right, Mr. Hale?” Tristan’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. His composure cracked as the crowd murmured in confusion. Trevor turned to me gently. Then he lifted my arm. I winced slightly as he revealed the bruises Tristan had left earlier. The gasps from the onlookers were loud, echoing in the now-still room. “And if anyone needs more proof,” Trevor continued, pulling out his phone’s gallery. “Here are some pictures of Tristan and his mistress, Megan Smith.”

“She was lying so defenseless and unconscious when I got here, and I was pretty horny” “What?? What are you saying?”. “It was just sex, I thought she was into me?”, he laughed carelessly. “Ohh shit! Ohh shit! You monster, you raped her?”. My fists tightened. “She was a virgin!” “So…?”, he yawned. “Do I look like I care?” All my life, I’d never been so irritated…… Trevor had to die! And it ought to be a slow-painful death! He spoke up again. “Drop your gun”.