Novel & Cerita Waxing Lovely

Chapter 45 Maya’s POV The boutique smelled like fresh lilies and money… me likey hehe. The Lovely Bride on Hudson Street was open and ready for business. Soft lighting, blush-pink walls wrapped in delicate vines; girly without being cheap, expensive without screaming it. The kind of place that whispered, “Girl, you can’t afford any of this shit, so scram,” but in the sweetest, most polite tone only Ava’s black card could answer back to.

"Please, keep me and use me however you want. I am ready to do anything to keep a stunning goddess like you. You have no idea how much I've missed you ever since the last time I saw you." Dex gently stroked Phoenix's wet hair, while admiring her natural beauty. She had this innocent and radiant freshness from within. Her body was so soft like freshly baked bread and her fair skin glowed so brightly. He slowly wrapped some stands of her wet hair around his finger, while holding her intense gaze.

My cock throbbed against my underwear and pants and I took my hand to it, adjusting it so that it didn’t bother me so much anymore, but it was difficult, as I wanted to bury myself deep in this woman and wanted it overwhelmingly much. As soon as Scarlett's screams began to subside, I gave her another blow, this time weaker than the last and noticed the wax loosen and Scarlett squirmed more. At least it appeared that her eyes were now more focused because she followed all my movements with her gaze. It only took four more lashes for all the wax to come off, and that was enough to leave very red marks on her breasts. I told her to bring some ice too, but Liam said that it would be too much for

I continued my conversation with the wolf. “If you're so important, then you should help me with the competition. Your human side should reveal itself to me. I want to know you, and I promise I won't judge.” The wolf had fallen asleep. I watched it for a moment, then quietly stood up and snuck back into the mansion, leaving the wolf sleeping peacefully under the stairway. _______ After breakfast, we were told to get ready for a waxing session. “As beauty queens, your body must be spotless and hairless. No blemishes and flaws are allowed. You must never be caught with a bush between your legs. That is your responsibility and it's imperative,” Miss Rose, the beauty expert explained.

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss so deep and passionate it made my head spin. “Sure,” I whispered when he finally pulled away. He smirked, a cocky yet tender expression that made my stomach flip. “That’s my girl.” Alex sat up, reaching for a bowl on the nightstand. He pulled out a damp washcloth and began to carefully clean the wax off my chest and stomach. His touch was gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting me. Once he was done, he leaned down and placed soft kisses where the wax had been, soothing any lingering discomfort.

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.

If she was anything like Cassie, I was sure we would get along. "You know, now I understand why your parents thought you'd end up in a ditch if you were trusted to these guys," I whispered in Cassie's ear as we walked into the living room. She suppressed a laugh in response. "Where were you, Justin?" someone purred. Like, literally purred. How does a human purr? A brunette was sitting down on one of two-seated couches, her outfit ridiculously expensive and fancy for a casual meeting. She had put on blood-red lipstick which made her look like a vampire with her pale complexion. She was so beautiful that it made me want to shrink into myself and disappear.

She leaned into the touch with a contented sigh, her joy palpable. Lena whispered, almost seductively, “See? She let you in. And she loved it.” I pulled back, heart racing. “I think I understand now.” Wax Play The next room glowed like a cathedral. Dozens of candles flickered, their wax already pooled and ready. The scent of melted beeswax hung thick in the air. On the platform, Jennifer Wolfe held a long red candle above her submissive’s bare chest. The first drop landed, and he gasped—then moaned.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

No one said, “Hey Queen Kyla, would you like your soul snatched one strip at a time?” Because if they had, I would’ve said “Absolutely not!” Instead, I was mid-luxury, sipping rose tea and enjoying a seaweed wrap, when BOOM—some spa demon named Lurleen appeared with a pot of molten lava and a spatula. “What’s that for?” I asked, already side-eyeing her. She smiled. “Your royal wax.” “Royal what now—AHHHH!” Rip. Rip. Rip. RIP ME.