Novel & Cerita Trinity Bandit Nudes

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

Five times, he pinned Roman to the mats before they finally climbed out, reaching for water. The day was sweltering. Tristan pulled off his shirt, splashing water over his head and chest before sitting down to watch the next round. Zoriana couldn’t help but stare. His shoulders, arms, and chest were covered in intricate tattoos—shadowy wolves and tribal ornaments that accentuated his ripped muscles. Droplets of water clung to his skin, looking sinfully delicious. Realising she was openly ogling him, she turned away, heat rushing to her cheeks. “Alpha Zoriana, would you like the next round?” Roman asked. “Tom is one of our best; he’d be a worthy opponent.”

"Let him get naked so I have something to do while you're busy, or getting busy." "I do like how you look naked," Lisa giggled. Lisa turned on the water and held her good foot under it to test the temperature and Troy quickly got naked. "It's not even weird being naked together." "Some people would call it that, Troy." "Not me." "I love it!" Bunny giggled while she ran both hands the length of Troy's hard cock. "You're such a nympho, Bunny." "Is it even a nympho if I'm just a nympho for your brother?"

I run my tongue in a circular motion on her belly button, leaving kisses on her exposed abdomen, and that’s when I notice my name tattooed on her left hip. “Tri, when did you get this?” I ask, tracing my fingers on the ink. I lift my head when she doesn’t reply. She’s biting her lower lip again. “Nevermind, I will ask you later.” I continue kissing her down to her pubic bone. I’m a little bit annoyed with her PJ bottom. Trinity sits abruptly, reaching the drawer in the nightstand. I look at her, raising my brows quizzically. “Trinity, that can’t wait later, and I still need to taste you.”

he whispers out his breath fanning my face I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, I'm lost in his eyes, I take in his face and his lips are calling to me, I bite mine involuntarily. "You're driving me crazy Red" he breathes out looking into my eyes "and I know you're scared, what you're scared of is what I can't fathom but guess what? I'm scared too Red" he says making me look at him in shock,the all mighty Tristan, aka New York's most eligible bachelor and Playboy is scared

He simply stopped in front of her, close enough that she had to tip her head back, and said, voice low and rough, “Sit down.” Nora sat on the edge of the table. Cassian unbuckled his belt with sharp, angry movements. The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room. He shoved his jeans and underwear down just far enough to free his cock. It sprang out thick and flushed, the head already wet. Nora’s eyes dropped to it. Her throat moved as she swallowed.

I tried to shield the front of my body with my hands as heat traveled to my cheeks. "Drop your hands and spread your legs," Caleb said in a hoarse voice. "Don't ever cover your body; you look perfect," Colton chirped in. I dropped my hands slowly, standing there unable to meet either of their eyes while they stared at me like I was art on display. Caleb was the first to undo the zipper of his pants. Colton followed suit. The two boys, standing a few feet away from each other, started stroking themselves.

She let out a moan. “There were a couple of times,” she said, whimpering. “I would imagine us together. I really wish that tape hadn’t come out.” “You and me both.” He let go of her ass to open the buttons of her shirt. The bra she wore this time was white, lacy, and it showed off her red nipples to distraction. The clasp for this one was at the front, and he flicked it open. She let out a moan, and he was lost to everything but her. “I wouldn’t have seen it through, I promise you.”

My body betrayed me as my nipples hardened in the cool air. “I’m fairly sure God designed your body to drive men into insanity,” Tristan said darkly. Stifling the excited thrill his words sent through me, I retorted, “You believe in God?” “No. I don’t. But looking at you, I could turn into a believer.” I huffed. “There’s a cozy warm place in Hell reserved just for you.” “I’ve burned before.” I slanted him a look. He’d said the same words before, and I wondered what exactly he meant by it.

"My brother is right, doll. You’re our incubator now. Every single drop of your blood belongs to this house." Ethan didn't give me a chance to argue against their golden trap. He reached down, his large, calloused hands violently ripping the front of my tactical shirt open, exposing my bare breasts to the dim amber light of the cabin. He unbuttoned his trousers with an impatient, heavy movement, freeing his rigid, thick length before driving himself deep inside my slick center with a single, breathless thrust that filled me to the point of screaming.