روايات وقصص ضمن Fifty Shades Darker Online

“Good. Stay mad. Fight me. It only makes me want to own you more.” We crash together again — angry, messy, obsessive. She rides me with defiance in every roll of her hips, like she’s punishing me for my past while taking everything I give her. I bite her neck, mark her skin, whisper every dark truth against her ear as I thrust up into her. When we finish, she collapses against me, both of us sweating and breathing hard. “Tell me more,” she demands quietly. “I want to know the worst of it.”

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.

Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me better. After which, he will tell me which shade of each color. My clit has the darkest black piercing, the kind that shimmers yet soaks into the pit of my leaking precum. Maybe compliments it. My pierced clit is an appetizer, something that when you spank your cock on it, it spreads a dose of chilly wetness all over your bad cock. It's the same reason I don't have a bestie.

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.

He was smiling that mega-watt smile and it made her weak in the knees. “Colton, hey,” she smiled back. Colton stepped closer and examined what she was holding in her hand. “What you got there?” he asked. “They’re my grades,” “Aren’t you supposed to get them online?” “I asked for it to be mailed. For some reason, looking at it on the screen makes me nervous,” “Nervous?” he scoffed. “Why? How’d you do?” “I don’t know, I haven’t opened it,” “Well, what’s stopping ya?”

Azael was on it and soon they saw Elise's beautiful face on the screen. "Damn!" Azael felt his heart burn when he saw her dress. It barely reached her thighs, exposing her long legs to the world. The black sexy attire made her look like a minx who had come to destroy the world, their world to be precise. Reuel felt his throat run dry and he had to take a sip of his drink to calm his burning heart. Elise looked tempting, a fucking enchantress and he couldn't move his gaze away from her even for a moment.