Zoe Barnes Nude Novels & Stories

Boldly, she reached out to unbutton Melinda's blouse, desperate to explore her lover's body in return. Melinda shrugged out of her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt and panties, now standing nude before Zoe. She looked gorgeous, all soft curves and porcelain skin. Zoe drank in the sight hungrily before Melinda guided Zoe to the edge of the bed, her movements deliberate and unhurried. “Lie down,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.

Michael asked with concern in his voice. “This little girl is trying to kill me,” I hissed. I stared at the pictures that Zoe sent me of her floating on a giant unicorn float with English by her side. She was wearing a sexy little red bathing suit. Zoe actually sent multiple photos in various poses making sure that I caught a glimpse of her glorious ass. I was hard as shit and I didn’t even care if my brother saw.

I went on high alert masking my aura as I moved forward but stopped when I saw a silhouette clad in a red two piece suit bikini sitting at the edge of the pool, her feet in the pool playing with the water. Zoe….I almost called out her name but bit my tongue. Hiding behind a huge pillar. All thoughts about having a late night swim were thrown out of the window. I just stood there behind the huge pillar, hoping I was not visible and gawked at her. She was really gorgeous… a goddess like Lewis said. Her long brown hair, laid flat on her scalp, exposing her bare face. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Seeing her only clad in nothing but tiny panties made me throb harder.

Zoe’s face flushed red, tears springing to her eyes as she stared down at the photos. She took a closer look and felt sick to her stomach. In every photo, a woman was tangled up with older men, shirtless, her expression dazed, her body posed in deliberately suggestive ways. And the worst part? Every single photo starred her. Dylan’s voice was ice-cold. “Zoe Stone, if you want to be trash, that’s your business. But don’t drag our family name down with you.”

“Well… God knows I need the exercise, kiddo.” Remembering their enthusiastic and breath-stealing activities from just a few hours earlier, Zoe giggled, giving herself away. Scars turned to look at her standing there barefoot, miles of curvy leg exposed, and his eyes darkened with lust, loving that he knew she was naked underneath that baggy shirt, and loving even more that he knew how she looked naked. She was pure sin disguised as a blonde, emerald-eyed angel, and he’d never tire of her. “Hey, beautiful,” he grated out, stripping the material off her with his heated gaze. “How long you been standing there?”

They promised not to tell anyone other than their mates. Ryder took his clothes off, leaving him only in his boxers. When the bathroom door opened, his mouth fell open. Zoe was wearing a thin white nightie, almost see-through, that stopped at the top of her thighs. Ryder could tell she had no panties underneath as she walked toward him. He was going to make her last night of being human unforgettable.

It felt as though the floor had been ripped out from under me. Nude on the bed, with Marelva on top, lay ... ZANE!!

Zane said, stepping further into the room. “Okay,” I murmured, immediately looking away as he reached down and pulled his soaked shirt over his head. I stared intently at the wallpaper while the sound of rustling fabric filled the small space. He stripped out of his drenched clothes until he was down to just his boxers. When he turned back toward the room, my eyes accidentally darted over his bare skin—the rain dripping down his muscular chest, the dark ink sprawling across his ribs, the sheer power of his body.

But this week at Satan’s Bar had opened her eyes to beauty in ways that she’d never contemplated. Look at Zoe: so tall and imposing, almost regal. She was a real force of nature and of womanhood: she was the manager at the tattoo place, she was a mother to a beautiful little girl, she was Scars’ fiancée – and it was all wrapped up in a blonde, emerald-eyed, absolutely stunning package.

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.