Bride Rape Porn Novels & Stories

He spoke, smirking, and I got goosebumps on my body. I never talk about these topics with anyone. And this man is talking so shamelessly. "We were talking about Sam," I repeated again. "Right, we were, and my dear wife, you are disturbing their vanilla, or it may be BDSM." He spoke a little, teasingly. My eyes go wide. Hearing this, OMG, did I disturb her? Or was she doing that? But with whom? Nathan? NA NA, they cannot do that. Moreover, I have read the books. Either you shout or maybe moan. This was nothing like it.

I believed our mate bond was unbreakable. Today was our fourth wedding anniversary. I sat alone in the empty dining room when my phone buzzed with a video from an anonymous number. The instant I opened it, a woman's obscene moans pierced my ears. On screen, a voluptuous woman lay naked and face-down on a bed, her pale ass raised high. A powerful man was fucking her from behind with savage abandon. The man's face wasn't visible, but his thick cock was slamming into her soaking wet pussy, each withdrawal dragging out thick white streaks before plunging back in to the hilt.

(Sienna) My phone had forty-seven notifications. Then fifty-two. Then sixty, in the time it took me to process that number. The first thing I saw was a headline. SWIFT SCANDAL: Billionaire dumps bride at altar for her SISTER — and we have the receipts. Below it, grainy but unmistakable: a hotel corridor. A man pressing a woman against a wall. His hand in her hair. Her hands at his shirt. Me. Six weeks ago. Heathrow.

Didi’s mother, Ruth, scowled from the sidelines, glaring daggers, but Vera didn’t flinch. The press went wild. Cameras clicked, capturing every sharp glance, every small tremor, every forced smile. Vera pulled back, leaving Didi visibly shaken. “An applause for the bride, please,” Vera said sweetly, voice carrying across the room. Claps erupted immediately, polite at first, then swelling as everyone tried to capture the moment. Vera winked at Didi—and at Charles—deliberately, a small spark of mischief in her eyes. Didi’s lips twitched, attempting a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Charles’ knuckles whitened around his side.

Juices and cum frothed around his pistoning shaft, dripping in messy strings onto the bloody canvas. Riven pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and folded her in half again, driving back inside in a deep mating press. The new angle made her scream louder as he hammered her cervix. “Mine,” he roared, pounding her mercilessly. “This pussy belongs to me. I’m gonna breed you raw in front of all these bastards so they know exactly who fucked you stupid.” Her walls fluttered wildly around his huge cock. She was so wet the sloppy sounds were louder than the crowd. “Yes—fuck me, Riven! Ruin your prize! Fill me with your thick cum!”

She was terrified and thrilled at the same time,moaning desperately into the pillows while her body shook with every thrust. Daniel pulled her arms behind her back, holding both wrists with one hand like light bondage. He used the opportunity to fuck her even deeper, hips slamming against her ass. “You love this, don’t you?” he grunted. “Getting fucked on your mother’s bridal bed like a little whore.” “Yes, I’m your whore,” she gasped, voice broken. “Fill me up again… please cum inside me.” The creampie kink had become their new obsession. Daniel reached around and rubbed her clit fast while he railed her. Lily came hard, pussy spasming around him, muffling her screams into the expensive pil

They rotated like this, each man taking turns in her pussy and mouth, praising her the whole time. “You’re such a dirty bride,” Ryan groaned as he fucked her again. “Getting gangbanged by your stepbrother and your husband’s best friends while your new husband waits outside.” Nova came hard around Ryan’s cock, moaning loudly. Her body shook with pleasure. They didn’t stop. Leo flipped her onto all fours and entered her from behind while she sucked Marcus. Ryan played with her clit, making her come again. “Fill me,” Nova begged, voice hoarse. “I want all of you inside me.”

The whole place was decorated giving it a dreamy look , smiling faces, little kids watching the bride as she walked down the stairs ( Imagine her walking) which each step she lost something that belonged to her . Her dream , her family, her happiness and lastly her old life . The pavillion was set up in a grand manner where both the priest and the groom was waiting for the bride . All the things which were necessary were decorated in a plate which had vermilion , mangal sutra to signify this holy nuptial unholy for the bride . As she sat behind Drake she couldn't help but notice that the man looked so happy as if he was not forcing her at all . Tearing her eyes away she composed herself

Although the show was over, the backstage passage was packed with reporters and interested buyers. So, I languidly lounged on my seat before the vanity and asked my assistant to take off my earrings. Just then, I heard a click as someone gently pushed the door open. Zachary staggered into the room. His hands, once flawless and used only to sign titanic deals, were marred by hideous scars. They were trembling and holding two thick stacks of papers. One was a share transfer. He would give me all his company's shares unconditionally. The other was the deed of the bridal shop he'd ruined. Zachary approached me and immediately went down on his knees.

He let go of me and stepped back, sticking his hands into his pockets and saying confidently, "It's not like you don't know the rest of my brothers and cousins. Marco is addicted to gambling, and Luca only loves men. Wait—there's also my precious older brother, Cassiano." When he mentioned Cassiano Morandi, he sounded like he was talking about a sewer rat. "He was kidnapped when he was five and raised like an animal in an underground fighting pit for ten years. Is there anyone who doesn't know that he's a complete lunatic?" Dario leaned in close and lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Why don't you consider marrying him? Here's a gentle reminder, though. He broke