Bloody Lust Isaac Novels & Stories

Chapter Two Isaac The sun was rising slowly. The sky still looked sleepy. My bag lay on the ground, ready to go. Then Aunt Eleanor spoke behind me. “You’re a fool, Isaac. A blind fool.” She was angry. But mostly she was scared. I could hear it. “I know,” I said. I didn’t turn around. I just kept looking at the road. Then I heard Lydia crying. I turned. She was on the porch, shaking, eyes red.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

I count three beats, letting my claws slide out just a fraction. "What do you want?" I ask, turning my head slightly. Isac stands there. His blue eyes are bright in the shadows, a cruel, mocking smile stretching across his face. He does not stop walking. He closes the distance between us with terrifying speed. I hold my ground, bracing my weight on my back foot. "Get away from me." "I want you dead," Isac whispers. Before I can blink, his hand snaps sideways. His fingers lock around my throat like an iron vise. He lifts me clean off the floor, slamming my back into the stone pillar.

Instead of screaming, she stood there watching for a long moment. Then she slowly walked over, knelt beside me and started fondling my breast. The heat was getting intense, Mr Blackwood filled my mouth with his cum then Isabella took off her clothes. My mouth moved to Isabella's pussy licking it like my life depended on it while he thrusted into me from behind, slowly for a few minutes, then rough and hard in the next minute. She released her load into my mouth and I licked everything off like a professional. He jerked and release all his loads inside me, some licking out on the surface of my pussy.

Time: 10 PM Dress code: Formal(Tuxedos only) On the bottom was another P.S. - Come alone, or she dies. The Obsidian Estate. I knew that name. Everyone in the underworld knew that name. It belonged to a man, a faceless crime lord called The collector. No one knew his real name. The government had been trying to catch him for years, but he was like smoke. Always one step ahead. "This is a trap," Levi said unnecessarily. “You and the collector have bad blood after that failed deal so why would you get an invite if it isn't a trap?”

Isaac could hardly wait to kill Ray, then lead the group to storm his mansion the next day and take all of Ray's women for himself. He'd sleep with every single one first, then pick the two prettiest to take home and have his sweet time with them. 'How dare you touch my wife! How dare you touch my wife!' He swore he'd shout those words while doing it, reclaiming every ounce of humiliation. The fourteen men went upstairs. Soon, sounds could be heard. "That room," Isaac pointed at a door, silently mouthing the words as he took out the corresponding key—just in case Ray had locked it.

I didn’t even know if I regretted it, I didn’t want to think right now. The door creaked open, and the face of one of my men appeared. “I’m coming,” I told him. "Whatever you're planning on doing isn't going to work" Hugh called after me just as I closed the door. I needed to snap out of this, so I did the only thing I thought would help. The only thing I was used to. Sex and pain. "Took you long enough," Isabella said as I entered the room. She inched towards me, slowly starting to undo the buttons of my trousers.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

His hands on my waist guided my hips slowly against the bulge. He leaned closer to my ear and said, “You’re fuckin’ naughty, aren't you?” A smile escaped my lips. I felt thrilled and my body responded to him with goosebumps. The DJ messed it up and put on a twerking song. My ass wasn’t big. I wasn’t about to embarrass myself so I pulled away. He held my hand and went to sit back down. “Come on,” he told me, his eyes filled with desire. He turned me around, making me face the other way and placed his hands on my waist.