All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

He rubbed my clit, earning a moan from me, but I covered my mouth with my hand. He only smiled and went back to kissing me. He kissed me while rubbing my clit, moving down from my neck to my boobs, where he devoured them again—still rubbing my clit. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly. He went further down, kissing my stomach, then lower and lower until he kissed my clit. I swallowed hard, and in one swift motion, he pulled me down to the edge of the bed, leaving only my upper body on the mattress, my hips and the rest of my body hanging in the air. He smiled and hovered over me again. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” My heart started racing at that. Titan had been the only man who had ever gone down on me. I was afraid I’d ruin this whole moment if it reminded me of him. “It’s not really necessary to taste me down there,” I found myself saying, but instead of listening, he caught my lips in another deep kiss. His fingers were still rubbing my clit, and then, in one swift motion, hi

My eyes fluttered open to the pale light of dawn, that filtered through the grimy window of the room. I looked around, my sight still blurry then I found Daniel sleeping peacefully beside me.So it was real?For a long, suspended moment I just watched him. Last night was very unexpected to me.It was refreshing to see those harsh lines of anger and resentment that usually etched his features whenever he interacts with me smoothed away by sleep.I never once thought I would wake this happy in this Bloodfang’s hell.But I can't help it.Daniel love me romantically.He actually loved me.The memory of his confession last night came back to me.“I love you, Aria. For real. I’m truly sorry for all the years I shamed you. The truth is, I always wanted you for myself—longer than you can imagine. I was jealous and consumed by it. It’s sad this is the way I get to confess to you, but whatever happens after this… know that I love you. I’ve always known how beautiful you are. I wasn’t blind t

“Daniel is not dead… he and Emily are the only family I have left. You can’t be that evil. You can’t take everything from me. You… you can’t do that, right? You just can’t... This has to be a prank.” For a fleeting second something flickered in his eyes — shock, as if he hadn’t expected me to melt down. Then he threw his head back and laughed, a hollow, cruel laughter that infuriated me the more. “Look at that,” he sneered, eyeing me as if I were something stuck to his boot. “Pleading like a helpless mouse. Have you lost your mind entirely?” He gestured flippantly toward the bed. “Why not find out for yourself if he’s really dead? Go on. Call him. Make your one and only love answer you.” I knew it was mockery. But in my shattered state I hoped — really hoped — that maybe it was all a prank, a threat, a warning. Daniel can’t be gone.Not forever.I crawled on trembling hands and knees to the bed.My fingers brushed Daniel’s arm.His skin was waxy and cold, a chill that seeped d

“I’m counting on it. Bastard.” I replied. His fingers dug deeper into my neck, not quite cutting off my air but enough to make black dots creep at the edges of my vision. While his nails scraped the skin like claws, leaving crescents of pain. “Look at you,” he hissed against my ear, his breath hot. "You really think you can get under my skin?" I clawed at his wrist, not to free myself but to steady my own body. My heart hammered so loud it drowned out the guard’s ragged breaths. “I don’t think,” I rasped, forcing my voice into a broken laugh. “I know you’re pathetic.” I tried to spit at him, but the saliva stuck to my lips. His grip tightened. My back arched involuntarily as the pain sharpened. "What the hell? Your hand feels as soft as a baby's. Don't bore me fool. Ain't you a blood tasty monster? Get over with it!" The next second, I was thrown across the room. My back slammed into the marble pillar with a thud that stole my breath. Pain bloomed throug

He guided the thick, ruddy head of his cock to my lips. I clenched my jaw shut. He pressed harder, the tip slick and insistent. "Open," he grunted. I refused, a muffled sound of defiance in my throat. He shifted his weight, his thumb digging cruelly into the hinge of my jaw.My mouth fell open in a painful gasp. Then he shoved in. The stretch was immediate and brutal. He was thick, fat and filled my mouth with the head hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, my body convulsing. Tears sprang to my eyes. He didn't move. He just held himself there, buried in my throat, watching me struggle. I saw him threw his head back, and cursed.Then he looked down at me and hissed."Fuck...that's the feeling,I've missed".He muttered. My throat fought him, muscles spasming, refusing the intrusion. He just pressed harder, grinding against the tight ring of muscle until it gave way. He slid deeper, the length stretching my jaw to its absolute limit. I couldn't breathe and white sp