Vanessa Kirby Bikini นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The man yelled and slammed his hand on the table. " Rex cool down, we will strike when the time is right, we need lots of preparation you know old soldier never dies, we need to have a solid plan for the mission " Vanessa said and stood up form her seat. She pulled off her fur jacket and her sexy body was showing. She was putting on a Transparent black gown with no undies, shark could clearly see everything and he swallow a Invisible lump. No man in this world could ever resist Vanessa,her body was like a temple that men worships.

She’s impossible to forget. Vanessa is wearing a slate-blue dress that clings to her like a second skin. Her wavy blond hair flutters gently in the breeze. Diamond studs, delicate wristwatch, no necklace—understated elegance designed to say I don’t need to try. Her skin is golden, glowing. She looks like a woman who sleeps in silk and wakes up at sunrise for Pilates and fresh-pressed green juice. Because she does. And she’s still one of the most dangerous people I’ve ever loved.

Vanessa was waiting. She stood at the island counter in a thin white sundress that hadn’t been there earlier no bra, nipples visible through the fabric, hem barely skimming mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot, a few blonde strands loose around her face. She looked freshly fucked and still hungry. The second I stepped into the room, she set down the coffee mug she’d been holding and crooked a finger. “Come here.” I crossed the space in three strides. She met me halfway, hands sliding up my chest, pulling me down into a deep, filthy kiss tongue stroking mine, tasting like coffee and want. I groaned into her mouth, hands dropping to grip her ass hard through the dress.

And then, my breath caught in my throat. A ripple broke the glass-like surface of the water. Ruby. She was swimming a slow, elegant breaststroke under the moonlight. When she reached the edge of the pool, she smoothed her long, wet ginger hair back over her shoulders, the vibrant strands glistening like dark copper in the silver light. She was wearing a simple, high-cut black bikini that left very little to the imagination. The contrast of the dark fabric against her pale, flawless skin was utterly arresting. Every curve of her body—from the soft slope of her waist to the elegant line of her collarbones—was completely exposed to the night air.

Vanessa’s POV Bali was everything I hoped it would be and more. A gentle breeze teased my curls, and the scent of frangipani mixed with expensive sunscreen made it feel like I was in a travel commercial. Heaven. The kind you had to earn, or manipulate your way into. I lay back on the lounger, a mojito in hand, oversized sunglasses covering half my face. My bikini was designer, a limited edition. The kind Riley would call “excessive” but never dare try on.

Vanessa didn’t just enter the executive suite; she commanded it. She glided past the threshold of the resting room in a daring black mini flare skirt that clung to her hips and swished high above her thighs with every step. Her matching halter top was entirely backless, secured by thin silk ties that left her golden skin bare down to her waist, while the plunging front revealed a generous, unashamed display of cleavage. She looked exquisite, glamorous, and entirely out of place in the sterile, high-stakes atmosphere of Ashford International.

Her hair flowed in cascading waves down her back, adding to the allure of her pool-ready look. Kendra, a trusted companion of Saira, donned a two-piece bikini that radiated her innate charm and self-assurance. The top was tied around her neck with a rope, which made her breasts appear perky and perfectly shaped, while the bottom featured a vibrant floral print. Her toned abs were on full display, revealing the result of hours spent at the gym. She effortlessly exuded elegance and grace as she mingled with Saira and Cory in the pool. Cory complimented her, "Wow, Kendra, you look stunning in that bikini! The way you carry yourself with such confidence is truly inspiring."

Wear something easy to take off. Sophie’s heart raced as she read it. She replied with one word: ‘Okay.’ The next afternoon, Sophie told her mother she was going out with Vanessa. Clara was happy and waved her off without suspicion. Sophie drove to Vanessa’s house with butterflies in her stomach and heat between her legs. Vanessa opened the door wearing a short, sheer white cover-up over a tiny black bikini. The cover-up did almost nothing to hide her body. Her full breasts strained against the bikini top, and the bottoms disappeared between her round ass cheeks when she turned.

Ava followed him and realized that everyone in the room except Zane and Gabriel had turned their back. “What?” she asked as she straightened up at the side of the pool. “Angel, you can’t just wear something like that,” Zane groaned. Ava looked down at the turquoise bikini. It wasn’t that revealing. That was why she had chosen it at Gabriel’s recommendation. It looked like an ordinary bikini except for the straps that ran between the breasts, around her ribcage and then over the hips.

I turned, wiping the water from my eyes. Vanessa was standing there. She had dropped her silk robe onto the floor, her body lean and pale through the mist. She didn't look like a bride, she looked like a hunter who had finally cornered her prey. She stepped into the shower, the water slicking her hair back, her eyes dropping to my waist. "Woah," she breathed, a predatory smirk stretching across her face. "Down there... it’s even bigger than I remembered. The biggest I have ever taken."