Trinity Bandit Nudes Novels & Stories

Vincent forced a smile on his lips with a wicked thought in his mind. “Well, the sign of 'no smoking' is on the tree that you're leaning on,” Aziel said, pointing at the tree. Vincent immediately looked at the tree and there was truly a sign there. The audacity of the kid to remind him about rules was quite surprising. “Nice one kid, I mean brat” “I might be a kid, but I'm not a brat. My name is Aziel Lions and I always tell the truth when necessary,” Aziel said, proudly placing his hand on his chest.

“take your shirt off.” “skipping the basics are we?” he teased. My face flamed . “no, I’m just gonna see how deep the scratch is and put on some bandages.” He complied without further argument and peeled off his shirt. Tristan was muscle all bunched together and it took every restraint in me to not trace the hard planes of his chest. There was a deep scratch above the left side of his chest looking unmistakably like finger nails. So he was up all night getting freaky with one of his women.

"My Goodness..." Arthur muttered inadvertently with his mouth still wide open while the Tribrid eyes awoke to life. "Nicodemus!" Stella mentioned with equal surprise filling her face. "I can't believe you're alive." She added,bowing her face immediately. "The Trios,Arthur, Vincent,Sabrina and every other person that betrayed me,I will make their life miserable. An unexpected fight to death shall be the fate I'll bestow on their pathetic life." Those were the first words of Nicodemus as he arose from his rocky bed naked.

He yelled and got up from the bed. " I love you so much, don't you get it? " He screamed, his face filled with rage... to say I was scared as hell. He closed his eyes for a few seconds to calm himself down. A guy came holding a tray filled with food, he handed him and left without a word. Tristan brought the tray in front of me ... ohh did I mention he was shirtless , flaunting his six pack abs , he is still hot and can get any girl he wants but here he is forcing me .

Tristan was shirtless, his hair looked rough. I slowly walked closer to him; Tristan had a dragon tattoo on his upper back; I couldn't tell where the tattoo stopped as he was in pants. “Stop eye-raping me,” Tristan said without turning to look back, and I rolled my eyes at him. I wasn't eye-raping you, you might be an eye candy to everyone, but you aren't to me. “Okay, if you say so Mrs eye candy,” My eyes widened when he repeated the words I had said in my head.

Nala mind-links me. "I'm trying to," I say, but Damon would have none of it. "Change." "Uhm...you do realize I'll be naked?" "Just do it fast." "Fine." I change and turn. Nala runs to the back of a tree, and that gives me the chance to get dressed. She comes out fully dressed and bites her nails. She does that whenever she is nervous. "That was weird," she says. "I know right...it's okay, it does not mean anything," I say and catch her smile drop, or at least I think that is what I saw.

My bed hit the back of my knees and I sat down. Tristan was watching me with this hunger that I haven't seen before as he removed his t-shirt and then he undid his jeans. Removing his sneakers and letting his jeans fall to the ground and he stepped out of it. He was left in his boxer briefs. His erection was visible and he was huge. He removed his boxer brief, his c^ck springing to life and my eyes widened at how huge he really was.

"We're not taking a single cent from him." "Tristan, that's ten million dollars…" "I can afford it." I looked at him closely, and something clicked. "Who are you, really?" Tristan was silent for a long time. Then he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Below his collarbone was a small, intricate tattoo—two crossed daggers. My heart skipped a beat. The mark of the underground auction houses. "You're…" "I'm not some trust fund kid playing dress-up," Tristan said, his gaze intense. "The underground art market in North America? That's my table. I set the prices."

“We don’t feel like this is the time to be fighting and agreed to leave it for as it is and focus on what actually matters. Which is finding the cave and getting Mom and Dad back.” Trinity mumbled. “Well, your feelings also matter.” She held my eyes for a second, then leaned back into the couch with a mischievous grin. “So how is it having sex with the devil?” She asked bluntly. “Any dangerous moves, unheard of positions?” I grabbed the pillow from under my arm and smacked her with it, my cheeks glowing. “Hello?” She responded with a laugh. “He is literally hosting the devil, and I’m just simply wondering if the devil’s got some moves or not.”

“Please.” Brian scrawled his last name under the black guitar with white flecks. “After you get this done, you should send a picture of your tattoo to the webmaster on the Sinners website. There’s a fan tat page on there. Sinners Ink.” “I’m the webmaster,” Trey murmured. “So make sure it’s a naked picture.” Mark laughed nervously. Brian handed the pen to Trey, but he set it on the dresser and covered his pretty fan boy’s belly with both hands. His pinkies dipped into the waistband of Mark’s jeans. “I’ll sign it later.”