120 Days Of Sodom Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

And a man who makes her think. She fell asleep with a small smile. Thirty days. She had thirty days to become the perfect fucker. The next sessions would test her. She did not know it yet. But her whole world was about to change.

Roth noticing he had placed his hand on Tristan's Thigh for long quickly removed it, " There will be a new development from today henceforth, I will adding a new spice to the segment" "What will that be?" Tristan asked, feeling the coldness, the moment Roth took his hand off his Thigh, he never knew his booth was this cold, Roth's touch had quickened his senses, raised his temperature higher than usual, not to talk about the twitching he was feeling in his pant. "I will be reading some intense erotic stories for those of my listeners who had always dreamt about me bringing them to orgasms, I will help them experience it" Roth said, giving Tristan's his breathtaking smile, as he walked out of

Unhooking my bra last, until I stood naked in the colored light, gooseflesh rising on my skin. He drank me in, eyes raking over every inch. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautifully broken.” He stepped closer, circling me slowly. “I was a priest for fifteen years,” he said, voice low. “Took vows of celibacy. Heard thousands of confessions. Women, men—sins of the flesh poured out in that dark booth. I absolved them all. But I never touched. Never tasted.” His fingers trailed down my spine, making me shiver.

I’ll make you want me, I will make you beg for me He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “I won’t lock you up. But don’t provoke me.” He stood, giving her space. Turned away. “You have three hundred and sixty-five days,” he said. “One year. I’ll do anything. Buy you the moon if that’s what it takes. And if you don’t fall in love with me by your next birthday, I’ll set you free.” Emily stood up. She didn’t think. Just ran. Straight for the door.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

I said, my voice quiet. “I know what kind of woman stands in the middle of a ballroom and doesn’t cry,” he replied. “I know what kind of woman builds something from the ground up only to have it ripped from her hands. So I know you enough to know that you want to bring the bastard to his knees.” I swallowed hard. “Why one hundred and nine days?” His lips curved slightly. “Because that’s exactly how long it took him to break you.” I looked away without a word. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept

He let out the first, and loneliest, howl of his life. When it was over, I was drenched in cold sweat, my energy completely drained. I stumbled to a mirror. A single streak of white hair now fell across my forehead, born from pure exhaustion and heartbreak. The clock read 4 a.m. I heard the front door open downstairs. Seth was home. I pushed myself off the wall, went to my study, and pulled a document from the drawer. Then I walked downstairs. The living room reeked of alcohol and Sarah's cold, woody scent.

“I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve. “So,” he said, taking a sip of his cappuccino, “you’re a fan of Lola Noir?” I finally worked up the courage to speak first. “So, you read Lola Noir?” Stupid, Eve. What a stupid question. His lips curved into a slow smile. “I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve.

You just need to know that you're capable of doing terrible things. I turned and walked away without another word. Even after I'd gone quite a distance, I could still hear Amber screaming behind me. "Let me out! Please! I can't stay here! Let me out!" I had no intention of releasing them. Dad would be dead within days anyway. Medical resources were already scarce. Why waste them on criminals? Since Amber was such a devoted daughter, she could stay with him forever. A year and a half into the apocalypse, the sun finally set at night again. The world slowly returned to normal.