Novel & Cerita Bloody Lust Isaac

💦Eternal Claim💦 Isabella stepped closer, her crimson hair glowing like blood under the moonlight. Her eyes burned with possessive fury as they raked over my naked body, still marked with Lucian’s cum and bite marks. “So this is your new toy,” she purred, voice like poisoned honey. “A warm, fragile little mortal. How quaint.” Lucian’s arms tightened around me like steel bands. His cock was still half-hard against my ass, slick with our combined fluids. “Leave, Isabella. She is under my protection.”

Oh God, why did weird things turn me on? I was wearing no panties, it felt like his head was between my legs, smelling me… I pressed my legs together. “I hate you.” My panties didn’t leave his nose. “Lair. You want me” “You killed Anna.” Carlos raised his brow; he didn’t expect me to know that. “You’ve been snooping Rayna.” “You used us, everything was all about you, you selfish bastard.” He didn’t look remorseful in the slightest. He took another deep sniff of my panties and then shoved it into his shirt pocket. “I’ll keep this.”

he spat, the words laced with venom. "You're hurting me, Thomas!" I gasped, his grip digging into my arm painfully. Ignoring my plea, he lunged forward, attempting to force a kiss on me. His words echoed in my ears, possessive and chilling: "You're mine. You don't get to just walk out on me." Just as his lips were about to meet mine, the announcement boomed through the hallway again, a relentless echo: "Code Blue in room 304! Doctor Blair needed immediately!"

She looked like a very cheerful person with a happy life. She also worried about her mom and her co-workers and then a man named Gabriel Micheal. She wondered if the cops were looking for her. She held his gaze and the hate he felt for her felt hazy because the scent of her blood was all around him. "Who are you?" She managed to get out of her chapped lips. "Your Master" he replied watching the emotions dancing across her face. Her mind was racing with different thoughts. Most of which ended with him being a psychopath who had a fetish for blood drinking. She wondered if she would be dead before they discovered her missing.

The blonde brute began to pull out his gun as he stepped forward. Ricci stood up as he pushed the guy back sending him out of the room, "Sono desolato," He put his hand over his chest. "If you don't take my offers, your father knew what would happen, I'm sure I don't have to tell you. I will take care of this baboon, to disrespect you like that. Think about my offer, huh? Get in touch but don't take too long." He quickly nodded his head as he snapped his fingers walking out of the door.

His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded. He reached down and slowly unclipped the lace garter, sliding the delicate straps down her legs with deliberate care, leaving her in nothing but the sheer stockings and one remaining heel. His gaze dragged over every inch of her—red handprints on her hips, bite marks on her neck, the way her pussy still fluttered and leaked. Without warning, his large palm came down in a sharp, wet slap directly against her soaked pussy. Hazel jolted hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure.

she said quietly. ‎Mateo gave the slightest nod. ‎Then everything happened at once. ‎Gunfire. ‎Shouting. ‎Chaos. ‎It wasn’t clean. ‎It never was. ‎Isabella moved on instinct. ‎She didn’t freeze. ‎Didn’t hesitate. ‎A man came toward her. ‎Gun raised. ‎Too close. ‎She reached for the nearest weapon. ‎Turned. ‎Fired. ‎The sound echoed loudly. ‎The man dropped instantly. ‎Everything slowed for a second.

"And a few centuries of hating me for a mistake I made two hundred years ago.” She tips her wine glass, takes a slow sip, and then slams her mouth onto mine. The kiss is hard and hungry. Warm, dark wine leaks between our lips, tasting like grapes and pure lust. I don't give a fuck that over fifty nobles are watching their Alpha and Luna. They can stare. We look like a fucking p**n show and I love it. My hand grips her slender waist, pulling her against me. She gasps and looks up at me, her pupils blown wide, swallowing the iris. “Careful," she breathes against my lips. "You actually remember how to want something."

I wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and tug at it. My heart pounded even harder. My body flushed, the foreign sensation running rampant. Is this what it felt like to crave someone? Lust and I were never on the same page. I had touched myself before, but nothing I did really satisfied me. Nothing like this. Like being set on fire. And at the root of all my fantasies were unusual blue eyes. So interesting, oddly the color of the phenomenon when snakes change their eye color before they shed their skin. Even when we first met, how he cornered me, his voice deep and dark. I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.

“You asked for this. Now be a good girl and take it.” Another hard thrust. Another choked moan. I bit my lip hard, shame burning in my cheeks even as my pussy throbbed. I shouldn’t be listening. I shouldn’t be standing here getting wetter with every sound. But I couldn’t move. I stood there trembling, listening as Lord Blackwood fucked the woman with relentless intensity. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, until they peaked in a broken, high scream of pleasure. Only when the sounds finally quieted — replaced by heavy breathing and the soft rustle of movement — did I slip away like the invisible girl I was supposed to be.