Fifty Shades Darker Online Novels & Stories

I growled against her lips, forcing her to meet my gaze through the dark curtain of her hair. Her eyes were completely unfocused, dark with a raw, primal lust that defied the amnesia, the suppressed files, and the corporate armor. In this room, in this dark, she knew exactly who I was. With three more heavy, desperate surges, she shattered, her body shaking violently as the climax tore through her, her fingers tearing into the skin of my back. The intense, crushing grip of her release sent me over the edge, and I buried myself inside her with a low, animalistic groan, spilling my heat deep inside her as the fire finally died down to gray ash.

He stretched out with positive indolence, his eyes a pure glimmer of light below the luxuriant veil of his ridiculously long lashes. “One of my PAs from the New York office… Five-foot ten, red-headed... my perfect kind of sin,” Christophe confided softly, reflectively, his eloquent mouth taking on a sensual slant. “She was as wild and hot as I was. I got laid in my coffee break…” Frozen by appalled disbelief that he could actually be confessing to such behavior, Lara was welded to the spot. Her vocal cords were strangled.

That's all I could do. Caden chuckled, a low, humorless sound. He stopped a few feet from me, close enough that I could feel the cold power coming off him. "Oh, I think you do. Do you really want to play this game? Because I have a video. A very clear video, Maeve. Of 'Eve' dancing at the Eclipse Club." My stomach dropped to my feet. A video. Security footage. Of course. How else would he know? I felt sick.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

It felt like it, like it had appeared out of nowhere. She was so focused on the pain that erupted across her face that she hadn't noticed the dark shadowy figure in front of her. The release of a viscous growl had her body tense, muscles every so still. She froze, her eyes only stared at the ground and the feet that occupied her vision. Large Dark boots, muddy and worn out occupied the ground. They seemed to face her, when she slowly began to lift her head upwards. Eyes wide, panic sinking in. The heat that ran through her cheeks made her inter-turmoil worse.

In the video was an unclad Sara riding on top of Eden's body excitedly. She dropped the phone at once and she wanted to scream but she couldn't. She burst into hot tears as she couldn't control her emotions any longer.

"Yes, Dark One." Footsteps followed. Mr. Kline appeared and sat on his chair facing me. He leaned his bearded chin on his hands over the top of the chair and watched. I pretended to be asleep. He sat for a long time without moving. I waited. Hours went by. I replayed their conversation over and over. He was working with the darkness. That meant Remi was here somewhere. This was the closest lead I had on Remi since I killed my mother.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

“No, i wasn’t but I will soon.” “Well, you should work faster because I Can see her sitting in front of me, with her girls in a newly open cafe, in the town.” Oliver dropping the hints. “Are you playing with me?” I doubt. “You don’t trust your friend now? I can’t do facetime as it will look awkward.” “Just send me the damn location.” “Yeah! Yeah! You crazy son of a bitch! Wait.”

Rumors flew that he had stabbed a woman 10 times, leaving her to bleed out. Online, Samuel was torn apart. However, the story then flipped on its head. That was the second meltdown. A video of my mother's leap from the second floor somehow made it online. With it, my own tangled story came to light. As Samuel's ex-wife, I had ended up in a coma trying to save him, and in a cruel twist, I was forced to donate my corneas to Amelia. Samuel was vilified anew, and even the once-pitied Amelia could not dodge the backlash. They were branded the scum of the earth.