Under Her Skin Movie Novels & Stories

I watched as Victor and some of his men made their way to the lady's room while the others were on the lookout. The men waited for a while in front of the lady's room and waited for Sofia to come out. After about ten minutes of waiting, she stepped out finally. She looked elegant in a long midnight-blue dress. Even from the video camera, she looked wealthy. She might have stayed away from the family business but she sure had no problem with spending the money, even though it was dirty. Maybe Sofia was not as innocent as she made herself out to be.

They weren't quite as small as a thong but she looked sexy regardless. They went up into a thin band at the waste, then back into enough material to barely cover her gorgeous ass. She bounced across the room while I watched her braless tits stretch the thin material for all it was worth. I jokingly whistled and she just looked at me and winked. “What movie do you wanna watch hunk?” She asked me and I shrugged. “Umm…how about inception?” “Sure…” She got on all fours, since the VCR was beneath the T.V, and began to set up the movie. She was

"She's getting under your skin, isn't she?" "Shut up," "Oh look, there she is." He taunted, gesturing behind me. The screen there. "She's out on the lounge cameras." My jaw tightened before I even turned around. And as I did, I spotted her without stress. Average height lady dressed in all leather fit. Black again. My gold insignia, bright on her neck. Her hair pinned up, giving more than enough view of how the mini leather dress she had on, stuck to her skin. Her back on full display, bringing further attention to the proud swell of her ass.

My pulse hammers in my throat, my ears, between my legs. Every muscle in me goes rigid, ready to claim. She’s stripped down to almost nothing. The fur jacket is long gone. Her rich brown skin shines under the lights, begging to be touched, licked, marked. The black bikini is a fucking joke—tiny triangles barely covering her full tits, thin straps digging into her soft curves, fabric pulled so tight over her nipples they’re hard points pushing through. The thong rides low on her hips, cutting high, showing off the perfect round of her ass and the smooth line between her thighs.

The midday sun streamed through the study window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as Nickey stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to Trina. She stood bent over a large wooden desk, her emerald green dress hugging her curves, the fabric stretched taut as she shuffled through a stack of papers. A soft, almost involuntary moan slipped from her lips, a sound that stirred the air between them. Nickey felt a twinge of both revenge and longing rise within him. This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life.

Sometimes having a dragon in your mind feels very intrusive. ‘I’m not intrusive. I’m just aware of when you’re lying to me and yourself.’ “Thank you. Hold her, while I undo my shirt,” she says. I watch as she quickly unbuttons her shirt. Underneath, her skin is milky white. I don’t know why that’s turning me on, maybe because it feels like her skin is never exposed to any one or any thing and here I am, seeing it. I force myself to look at the egg.

"Adam, don't marry her. I found the rings. I told you once I'd save up and replace them with the most expensive pair I could find. I wasn't lying!" She fumbled in another pocket and lifted a velvet box. "See? I wasn't lying!" She looked at me with the eyes of somebody who needed an answer. I did not even look at the box. I took the original rings out of her hand and tossed them. They rolled into a planter at the side of the lobby. She let out a sound. "No!" I almost laughed. "Ms. Lake, are you still trying to fool me? Are you not done with the playing-poor act yet?"

I watch with horror as a bound woman wearing too much makeup around her glassy eyes – and nothing else – is fondled by four hooded, leather-clad men. “Harper…” Lila’s broken whisper rings with fear and pain. “Oh my God.” I hurt for her. How terrible it must be to see a loved one at the mercy of strangers willing to degrade her for a sick thrill and profit. Then it gets worse as the ad’s words begin to scroll across the screen. Lila gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth as she reads. Another rung of horror grips me. “They’re going to force her to star in a snuff film?”

I flung it aside. Gasps exploded around the hall. Underneath, I wore black underwear. A simple top and briefs that left most of my skin bare. Pale flesh. Hard lines of muscle. And scars. So many scars. White lash marks carved down my back and thighs, some raised, some twisted, crisscrossing like a twisted landscape. “What in the—” “By the Moon…” “Who did that to her?”

She took off her home clothes and put on a very short skirt that hardly covered her hips, a smooth top with a neck that went down to her belly button, and high heels. She painted her lips a blood-red and headed for the Underworld. She needed to feel powerful again. She needed a distraction that tasted wrong. ******** Inside a private, soundproofed room at the Underworld, Jackson was failing to find his own distraction. The Omega girl Dave had provided was beautiful, her body soft and obedient, but she wasn't her. As she knelt between his spread thighs, her warm, wet mouth held him, head moving with skilled timing. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head on each upstroke, sucking with ju