Best Monster Fucker Books Novels & Stories

Monsters who reigned in the dark, driven by pure bloodlust; monsters that I thought were the products teen fiction novels I loved as a teenager, where they were beautiful and graceful and every girls' heartthrob: The bastards were vampires. They were real, walking, un-living fucking vampires. **

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

His nostrils flared, his expression twisting instantly as his hand slammed against the wall beside my head, hard enough to make the wooden frame shake. “Monster?” he repeated, almost whispering. “Do you see me as a monster now? Do I show you what monsters do?” His voice laced feral for the first time and I knew that I have gotten myself into the biggest shit of my life. Because his gaze right now wasn't looking funny anymore. He instantly grabbed my two hands tying it together with the belt and hurled me down. Content Warning This book contains extremely dark themes that may include non-consensual sexual situations, public sexual content, graphic violence, bloodlust, shootings, psychological

Plus, gambling with somebody else's money is always a smart bet. “You’re on.” A slight smile curves the corners of his lips. “You don't even want to know my parameters?” I give my head a shake. What could he possibly do? Impose a time limit that I'll blow out of the water? Given the way her body reacted to me earlier, I have no doubt that getting her into bed will be a breeze. As for Arson, I'm used to men like him. Men who think that they look good by throwing money around. People who don't realize how stupid they look when they throw money away. People looking to spice up their day and don’t mind losing. Fine. I’ll happily fleece him.

Now I've got you nice and wet to receive my cock so relax and take it like a good little pet. She could not prevent it, nothing she had done had any effect on the Monster holding her in his claws, he bent her forward and positioned his cock at her entrance, 'Take it little Wolf, take it all.' He grunted and thrust into her filling her so tightly she thought he would split her in two, it hurt and she whimpered as he began to move in and out, everything blurred and she forgot about the watching Demons,

Both men went quiet for a second, just staring. “Fuck,” Hank muttered. “Look at that pretty little cunt. Dripping already.” Roy’s hand slid between my legs from behind, two thick fingers dragging through my wetness. He pushed them inside without warning. I gasped, hips jerking. He fucked them in and out slow, spreading me open, the wet sound filthy in the quiet desert night. “Jesus. She’s soaked. You get this wet just from two old truckers looking at you?” I bit my lip, but the truth came out anyway. “Yeah.”

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

Hate me with a burning passion of lust when I cupped her where she was burning hot and told her to answer her call. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

He didn’t give me time to adjust… he drove in deep with one brutal thrust. “Ahh… fuck,” I moaned out. He fucked me hard, the desk scraping against the floor with every thrust. The wet sound of his cock pounding into my soaked pussy filled the room. “Yes, just like that. Harder… please fuck me harder…” His hand grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. “You want it rough? You want your boss to ruin this greedy little cunt?” “Yes… God, yes…”

"Drugs damage the body...so the most common method...is going to certain clubs or bars. Engaging in...intimate physical acts. If an Awakener suppresses their primal desires for too long, the built-up tension causes them to Fall." I stare at him. Intimate acts? You mean sex. The cure for madness in this world is literally having a good time in bed. I almost laugh out loud. Of course it is. I transmigrated into a dark fantasy smut novel. The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex.