Pretty Reckless Novels & Stories

"Okay, I'll have a check and I'll show you the result tomorrow." "No thanks, I already have a piece of evidence." "I'll have you checked too cause you know I need to be safe also." "I'm not like you!" "Whatever, if I'm not positive you should have sex with me every day." "Are you going to kill me?" "Kill you from pleasure." "No, thanks." "You're not going to lose here though you have a hot, handsome, and big dick partner." "You're so vulgar, you need to have a percolator."

Chapter Thirty-one: Tessa. After Mr, Randerson exchanged pleasantries, I tried to keep the conversation light as we strolled through the crowded room. The music was classical and the lights were slightly dimmed. "So, Jaime, what do you like to do in your free time?" I asked, attempting to steer the conversation towards business. "I'm a bit of a workaholic I'm afraid." Jaime replied smiling. "But I do enjoy attending events like this. It's always great to meet new people."

For the first time in my life, i could be the woman I had always secretly dreamt of being. A sexy, fearless, and very bold woman. Suddenly excited about playing the sex goddess, going to a new, über-sensual place I had never dreamed of allowing myself to go, I pitched my voice into a soft, sexy purr. “Are you kidding? I’m all about taking risks. Especially when it means I’m going to have your cock in my mouth in sixty seconds.”

“Honey, why don’t you pour the wine while I go grab the cards.” Jill had an apprehensive expression as she poured everyone a glass of wine. She was feeling a little light headed herself from the alcohol, even though she’d been careful to limit her consumption and had drunk far less than the other three. Once Larry had returned with the cards and they’d all taken their seats Max explained the rules of his special card game. “It’s called Risqué,” he began. “We each take a turn at drawing a card. If you get an ace you’re off the hook and skip your turn. If you draw a 2,3 or 4 then you have to take a drink. If you draw a 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 then you lose an item of clothing, kind of like strip p

* * * "Are you crazy? Have you gone nuts or what? I have told you that it wasn't safe. How could you just come out of no where and do something like that? That's the blood of a diseased. " "You got that on you too. " He said quietly while sitting semi naked on a chair. I had his shirt removed since it was stained with blood. Even though,the view beneath his head and further down his neck is quite distracting me, I still managed to yell. "What if it is infectious?" "Like I said,it has that on you too. " This man is driving me nuts now. "That's different,you are not supposed to...." He abruptly got up from the chair, kicking one of it's leg and that steel chair fell on the ground with

Luke had unknowingly violated Rule #1 of dealing with an angry person: never ask them to calm down. "Calm down?" Ruby's voice rose again, incredulous. "How can I calm down? Is it even legal to post someone's video without their consent? It's a violation of privacy!" Luke shrugged, maintaining his grip on Ruby's arm as he spoke. "How would I know? I'm not a law student. I study science, just like you." Ruby sighed in frustration, realizing that her extensive reading had not equipped her with effective anger-management techniques. Luke attempted to reason with her, urging for a more civilized approach. "Let's try to handle this calmly, okay? No screaming or violence. We don't want to prolong y

[flashback] Kayla’s being scolded now for a sin that she didn't commit. It’s because her mom's favorite vase worth several million was broken. She didn’t know what happened here because when she arrived it was already broken. She was right in front of the broken vase picking up the pieces just so no one will get hurt when her mom came that's why she thought Kayla was the one who broke it and scolded her right away.

But none of it compares to the fire that ignites the moment he leans a little closer. His fingers are on my jaw before I even register the movement. Dirt and blood smudge his skin. His touch is rough. Raw. I should pull away. I should shove him back and spit every name I’ve ever cursed him with. But I don’t. “You almost got us killed,” he growls. “You’re welcome.” His jaw tics. His hand doesn’t move. “You almost got yourself killed,” he repeats. Is he angry over that? “I’m alive.” “You’re fucking reckless.”

Hope you all enjoy this one as well! Frequently updates on my P*****n exclusively!✨ Follow me on i*******m as well for more exciting updates. User id : _ ._chaoticsoul_._ "Are you sure you're not coming to the party?" I asked my best friend who was now lying on my bed with her blonde hair spread out.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.