Beauty And The Beast Rape Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I look at the neat black hair between her legs , she gives me a seductive smile hooking her leg around my waist. " I need you so badly Azriel." she moans seductively in my ear. A growl erupts from my chest as I push her on the floor. " Don’t you dare ever touch me you filth." I growl glaring at her. Marica is a nymph who has power of beauty to wrap any men around her finger , she is the exact definition of beauty but from inside it's all dark and filthy. " Azriel." she yells standing up. " Cover yourself up Marica because your seducing spells dont work on me." I roll my eyes.

Rhain groans into my mouth, the sound raw and animalistic. "Fuck... Bella," he moans, the sound shooting straight to my cunt. He lines up and thrusts into me in one brutal stroke, burying his entire cock in my soaked cunt. I scream against his lips. He's so thick, so deep, stretching me so perfectly it borders on too much. But I want it. Gods, I need it. "Yes—!" I gasp, my nails digging into his scalp as I pull him even closer. Rhain fucks me like a beast unleashed.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

she demanded, voice husky, guiding me to her entrance. I thrust in with one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt in her tight heat. She gasped, nails raking my shoulders, but her legs wrapped around my waist, urging me on. The wall shook with our movements as I pounded into her, each snap of my hips driving deeper, harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her breasts bounced with every impact, and I latched onto one again, biting down as I fucked her relentlessly, punishing the doubts, the separation, the lies that had tried to tear us apart.

And fuck, I lose it. I snap my hips up one last time, spilling inside her with a groan that’s half growl, half curse. I grind deep, letting her milk every last drop. When it’s over, we’re soaked in sweat. Breathing like animals. She’s still trembling in my lap, spent and marked and ruined in the best way. She collapses against my chest, boneless and beautiful. I stroke her hair, breathing hard against her neck. “I’ll put a bullet in whoever so much as breathes in your direction,” I whisper darkly, still buried deep inside her, clamping my hands around her waist.

This Chapter contains strong scenes of Rape, and abuse. Please read at your own risk. For those wondering, it’s the last chapter detailing her physical abuse I promise, it’s just very significant to the plot. Dylan POV "You are right! SHES MINE!" He wasted no time in plunging his entire length into me. A cry left my lips and my eyes watered as I realized I was getting fucked in front of beta Lewis. You would think the king would eventually stop finding ways to humiliate me.

My eyes widened when I saw what Beast was about to do and before I knew it, he was busy prodding and nudging my hole as if he also wanted to penetrate me. He growled when it wouldn't fit only to try again, this time holding my neck to keep me in place and stop me from bouncing around too much. Once his pole was lined up, he slammed his hips into me and in he went. With both of them inside me, I was opened up like never before. Spit roasted, stretched so much I could barely make any sound come out of my mouth. My eyes rolled back when both of them throbbed against my walls and I didn't want want to imagine how deep they went in or how Beast managed to impale me so easily. It felt like I was b

“Moreover, my whole existence is a mistake. My mother was a pure vampire, but some mutt raped her multiple times, again and again, and again, and I’m the result of that dirt. I believe she was the only one who loved me, and she too had to have died while giving birth to me.” “How… how do you know that she was raped by werewolves?” Alaric asked in shock because Beast had never talked out this before. Never ever. And talking about other vampires, no one talked to him properly except him, so he was his only friend, Or that was what Beast supposed. “My mother told me when I was in her womb that she was raped. She didn’t talk to me about it in detail. Maybe because it wasn’t a pleasant memory for

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

My mind shook as I stood immobile by his actions, torn between the intoxicating allure of his words and the warning signs of his manipulative nature. He forced his lips on mine with a sense of urgency, as if trying to claim me as his possession. His hands wrapped around my hips, pulling me close to my body; his touch made my skin crawl with unease. His lips feel cold and demanding, leaving me feeling trapped in his grasp. I hate it. Never in my life have I felt so trapped and powerless. His actions revealed a dark side that I had never seen before, making me question everything I thought I knew about him.