Naughty Vs. Nice: A Holiday MMF Bisexual Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  Naughty Vs. Nice

  A Christmas MMF Bad Boy Bisexual Romance

  Victoria Cabot

  Sinful Selections Publishing

  Contents

  Description

  Hello From Victoria!

  The Sorority of Sin

  Prologue - As Told By Liam

  1. Nadia

  2. Gabriel

  3. Nadia

  4. Nadia

  5. Gabriel

  6. Nadia

  7. Liam

  8. Nadia

  9. Liam

  10. Gabriel

  11. Liam

  12. Gabriel

  13. Nadia

  Epilogue - Nadia

  Wait - Please Read

  About This Book

  Other MMF By Victoria Cabot

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Naughty Vs. Nice

  A Christmas MMF Bad Boy Bisexual Romance

  By Victoria Cabot

  Copyright 2016 by Victoria Cabot

  All rights reserved

  Kindle Edition

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Description

  Naughty Vs. Nice: A Christmas MMF Bad Boy Bisexual Romance

  Cocky, conceited bad boy clashes with strong, silent alpha male. Together, they might just have a shot at taming the most notorious woman in the world.

  Lady Nadia Moore is as infamous as she is beautiful. But thanks to the broken postcoital promises from princes and presidents, the once powerful woman is now in disgrace. And she’ll do _whatever_ it takes to repair her ruined reputation. No man, no matter how rich or renowned, powerful or passionate, will hurt her, lie to her, or drag her down. Never again.

  But what happens when this bad girl gets caught between two playboy princes and their fight for dominance?

  Bad boy Prince Liam Caldwell and his nemesis, cocksure Prince Gabriel Argent, compete against each other for a chance to tame the strongest woman they have ever met. Both want her but only one can have her. Lady Nadia must choose which prince she desires because the fate of their respective kingdoms depends on her decision.

  Who will get a chance to stuff her…stocking?

  When three forces of nature collide, a blazing battle of bodies and minds begins. A battle that will either destroy their lives or change them forever.

  Celebrate the spirit of the season with this sizzling standalone MMF bisexual ménage romance novella - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers, but it’s gonna be a HOT winter treat with steamy scenes of MF, MM, and MMF. Happily Ever After? You know it, babe.

  This book is dedicated to two people:

  To Lauren Kay Valderrama, who is my wonderful, beautiful, amazing PA, and dear friend.

  Hello From Victoria!

  Hi ladies!

  If you’re like me, you’re a romance junkie. And, hopefully, you like to have fun.

  So, please know that I am not looking to offend anyone here with my over the top descriptions of things. And this is happening in a universe of the romance novel - where you can find billionaires at the corner grocery store apparently, dragons turn into alpha males, mafia guys are hot, everybody is fucking their stepbrother, and princes routinely sweep us off our feet! So when you see hijinks, I’m really not looking to offend your concept of reality, but just having a good time. I’m placing this at the beginning, so you know going into it that I’m a fun-loving kind of gal, and I had a lot of fun in writing this - wasn’t looking to start any fights…

  That said, I think you’ll like what you see inside. Maybe you want to give it a try? I’ll make it worth your while…

  :)

  Kisses!

  Victoria xoxox

  The Sorority of Sin

  Hi ladies!

  If you’re like me, once you finish, you’re not going to want the story to end!

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  We’ll make it worth your while…

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  Kisses!

  Victoria

  Prologue - As Told By Liam

  “Welcome to the 76th Annual United Nations Educational, Social, and Cultural Organization Heroes Award Night,” some stupid fucking idiot is announcing on the other side of the curtain. “If you’ll raise your glasses in a toast, I’d like to introduce you to your hostess for the evening.”

  Yeah, I don't fucking know who the fuck is out there introducing the hostess. I don’t really fucking care at this point in the game. Why, you ask?

  “Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it,” Jen moans lewdly in front of me as she juts her ass out at me and I plunge into her with my 12-inch cock. Her elegant black dress is hiked up and her thong is on the floor. My trousers are at my feet and I’m pounding her ass mercilessly. Just as the bottom of her dress is hiked up, the top of her dress is lowered, giving my hands no obstacle as I reach over and squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples and making her throw her head back in ecstasy.

  “It’s my deep honor to introduce you to Gwyn Castleton,” that unnamed twat on the other side of the curtain that separates me from the stage continues.

  Wait a fucking second. Gwyn Castleton?

  I look over the backside of the woman I’m fucking. She’s got long dark brown hair. Fuck, her pussy’s not tight though. Her face isn’t much to look at. I guess I can grab her ass – she does have an alright ass. But when you’ve gotten as much fucking pussy as I have, this girl doesn’t really seem that fucking special.

  But wait one moment. I need to ask her.

  “Jen,” I say as I keep thrusting in and out and even time my words with my thrusts. At least that’s what it seems like. “What’s your last name again, love?”

  That’s a pretty fucking horrible question to ask a bird as you’re fucking her, isn’t it?

  Well, it’s a damn sight better than asking her what her first name was – and I’ve had to fucking do that before – so don’t judge me too fucking harshly. But why would you judge me at all? You love this shit that I’m doing. You wish you were right here with me, so I could fuck you with my thick, hard cock, don’t you?

  Don’t you?

  Don’t fucking lie to me.

  I’m 6’ 3” of raw animal lust in a fucking body. I have tattoos up and down my left arm. My muscles are cut with the precision of a diamond drill. My 8-pack abs and my pecs and deltoid a showcase a body that’s crowned by my lean face and mysteriously dark brown eyes. I have close cropped brown hair. And let’s not forget the monster 12-inch cock that’s ravaging this pussy right now. One foot of pussy pleasing power added onto a body of a fucking god.

  If you don’t wish I was fucking you in the backstage of an awards dinner that attracts the international fucking elite, then I would seriously suggest that you rethink your priorities, love.

  But enough about me and you. Let’s go back to her.

  “What. Is. Your. Last. Name.” I say the words with each thrust. They seem
to drive her fucking crazy.

  “Castle…unnngnhh,” she attempts but my cock goes inside of her and pleasure courses through her body.

  “Try again,” I gasp. I can’t fucking help it. I’m getting close to cumming.

  “Castle….Castleton,” she finally manages to gasp in between shudders.

  Oh fuck. It can’t be.

  “Do you have a sister named Gwyn?” I ask, my ears perking up to what the lady on the other side of the curtain is saying. Luckily, people are still applauding and she’s just saying thank you to the folks.

  “What? Yeah, I have an older…unghh…sister. Unghh…Gwyn. Why?” Jen says. Remarkably, I haven’t stopped pounding her. But I can multi-task during my fuck – see love, you thought I was just some dumb stud with a 12-inch cock, didn’t you? I’m Prince Liam Caldwell of New Parthenia – the largest kingdom on the Island of Sancrist in the Mediterranean Sea. We share the island with those fuckers in Parthenia. We used to be one kingdom before but those fuckers became too much and we formed our own nation. This was way back before I was born in…

  Wait a fucking second. I’m gonna cum soon, and I want to rip off my condom and cum all over this bitch. We’ll get back to this history lesson in a few minutes, alright love?

  Besides, it turns out that I’m fucking the sister of the girl I used to fuck. How fucking crazy is that?

  That’s right. Now you want me, don’t you? Because I fucked Gwyn Castleton – international movie star and self-proclaimed Champion of Humanity. Who goes around the world with her curvy fucking ass and big fucking tits and dick-sucking lips and talks about how we should stop using fucking land mines or some shit.

  Yeah, I fucked her for two weeks. I thought it would help me get to her father. That I’d get an introduction. I mean that horny bitch jumped my fucking bones the day she met me. Knocked on my hotel room door and without a word got on her knees and began to suck my cock. Used to love it when I sprayed my thick cum all over her body. She used to scoop it up with her fingers and make a purring noise as she would swallow my semen.

  How long ago did I meet her?

  That’s the fucking rub.

  Two fucking weeks ago. That’s right. I sent her a text today – this morning as soon as the New Parthenia government jet that I have reserved for my use touched down in New York City. I figured she lives in New York and I have to be here for the UN General Assembly that they’re having so why not kill two birds with one stone.

  So I dropped by her place. I needed to find her father. With his wealth, he was the what I was after. What I didn’t know was that she lived with her fucking sister. And that her sister was a slut. I mean, a little bit of banter with the sister and all of a sudden I have a date for this Humanitarian awards dinner. And not even a single glass of wine and she’s dropping her panties and hiking up her skirt and I’m fucking her from behind.

  Go fucking figure. Only problem is along the way, I had to end things with Gwyn. So, I sent her a text.

  Don’t fucking look at me like that. When she first showed up, I told her this was temporary and it would probably be over in two weeks. She seemed okay with it at the time. And every time I mentioned it.

  “Yeah, love,” I say to Jen Castleton, not sure how to broach this subject. I continue my thrusting. “That’s your sister out there emceeing.”

  Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to her. Because she turns her head and tries to listen.

  “…I just want to thank everyone who has ever supported the causes I believe in,” Gwyn speaks. “But I also want to take a moment to reach out in the world to a man tonight. This man is incredible and I can’t get him out of my head. He has literally taken me to a new level when we’re…together.”

  Oh, fuck. This can’t be good. I slow down my thrusting into Jen as I listen to her sister speak. I’m getting close to cumming and I don’t want to ruin it by having to listen to Gwyn. I mean, sure she was fun, but that’s all she was. She wasn’t anything fucking special and I made sure she knew that from the first day. Truth be told, she was a bit of a fucking princess. As a Prince, it’s easy for me to say, but I hate people who have all this entitlement about them.

  Then what about me? Yeah, I’m a fucking asshole too. I freely fucking acknowledge that.

  But let’s get back to Gwyn because she starts talking again.

  “If you’re out there in the audience, Liam Caldwell, I just want you to know that I will do anything to get you back,” Gwyn says into the microphone. Even I can hear gasps go through the hushed room. I mean, what would Gwyn say if she knew I was just a few feet from her, fucking her sister – only separated by a curtain in a section of the stage that’s closed off and only accessible by sneaking in? “I can’t go on without you, Liam.”

  Okay, I’m fucked.

  But if I’m fucked, it just fucking does something else to Jen.

  “Oh fuck, she’s talking about you!” Jen screams and turns her head back to me and begins thrusting her ass into my crotch harder. It’s like fucking me while her sister is begging me to take her back is turning her on.

  Sometimes I just don't understand these fucking birds.

  “Oh fuck baby, you're fucking me so good, just like you used to fuck Gwyn,” Jen moans out. It sounds so dirty and my cock can’t help but twitch inside of her. I have no idea if anyone can hear us, but I sure as fuck hope not.

  “Keep it down, love,” I whisper at her. But it’s no use. Jen has succumbed to the curse of my cock – and she’s begun to cum. Hard. And loud.

  “Holy fuck Liam, I’m cumming!” Jen literally yells and now I know that people can hear us because I hear Gwyn yell out, “Who’s back there?”

  But I can’t do anything about it. Nothing.

  Because I’m trapped on the verge of my own giant orgasm.

  Jen is whimpering now, her body convulsing and shaking and her pussy clenches around my cock several times before she relaxes. I can feel aftershocks of orgasm go through her.

  “Open the curtain! Now!” I can hear Gwyn command.

  Fuck. Do I even have time to cum?

  Jen seems to make up my mind for me because she pulls away from my and swivels around to sink to her knees. She pulls off the condom on my cock and throws it to the ground without a second thought and takes my tip into her mouth.

  She bobs her head twice and begins stroking my 12-inch flagpole before removing her head and looking at me. “Cum for me, Liam. Come for Gwyn’s little sister.”

  And that’s when the curtain lifts on the stage. It happens much faster than I was expecting and within three seconds I’m getting my knob polished in front of a roomful of international glitterati. And a very horrified looking ex-fling.

  But Jen doesn’t care. She expertly pops her mouth off my giant tip and roughly gives me two swift strokes and before I know it, I’m paralyzed.

  And I’m cumming.

  Despite the nearly five hundred shocked people in the hall and the very, very shocked Gwyn who is walking over to me, I can’t help but shudder at the pleasure that courses through my body as my cock starts to erupt.

  Cum shoots out of me. Thick ropes of white, gooey semen. Jen milks me expertly. And with each spurt, I’m helpless to do anything as it lands on Jen’s face. It splatters her tits. She opens her mouth and lets a shot sail in. I get some on her forehead and it dribbles down her face. Oh fuck. Despite myself, this looks fucking hot.

  Eventually, I stop cumming and tiny dribbles come out. Jen gives me one final stroke and brings her mouth onto my cock again for one last suck, taking everything with her.

  Then she turns to Gwyn, who stands looking at the both us in horror.

  “He’s mine now, sis,” she says.

  And with cum dripping down her body, she smiles for the cameras.

  Fuck. The fucking cameras. I can feel them flashing as they capture my handiwork for all eternity.

  It’s not just the photographers. The television networks were filming this. They were gonna put this on
the fucking local news. Maybe 15 seconds. Talk about how the United Nations was meeting in December to close out the year. Well, no way they can put this on the local news. Maybe they could sell it to Vivid Video or another porn distributor?

  Only one thing to do in this situation. I bend down and pick up Jen’s thong. She looks at me and I take it and wipe my cock.

  Now both sisters look at me with undisguised shock. I pull up my pants, and aware that I have an audience in the millions, zip up. Then I turn towards the delegates.

  Nearly everyone has their cell phones up. They’re filming. To post on Twitter. Facebook. Google. Show their kids. Show their friends. Prove that they had been here.

  I do the only thing I fucking can think of in this situation.

  I take a bow. An elegant, graceful bow.

  And then I straighten up.

  It takes a full five seconds and then I hear it.

  One lone person clapping.

  Then another. And another.

  And finally another.

  Until there are tables that burst out in applause. Some even stand up to give me an ovation.

  What the fuck are they clapping for? Why would they be celebrating what I just fucking did?

  Because people are fucking sheep. Put a lot of them together and you can manipulate them like animals.

  Gwyn, and now Jen, are staring at me. They’re not sure what to make of this.

  But I’m done with them. I toss Gwyn her black lace thong, turn around to walk off the stage as the applause and ovation continues.

  If you think this was insane, and you can't believe it, then welcome to my life.