Brutal Intentions Novels & Stories

(눈_눈) The only reassuring thing about this insanity was that he seemed to have no intentions to commit any kind of violence or crime, and his intentions towards Aris were anything but harmful. On the contrary, his intents were so “pink” that Fynn felt second-hand embarrassment. He had seen many people who were totally smitten with someone, but even their intents weren’t THIS pink!

Heavy slaps rained across my ass and tits, and face, making the clamps bite harder. “Look at your husband,” one commanded, grabbing my hair and forcing my blindfolded face toward Brutus. “Look what you’ve done to him. His wife is a disgusting cumrag for strangers.” I cried and moaned at the same time, shame burning through every part of me even as my body betrayed me with another violent orgasm. I squirted hard around the cocks destroying me, juices splashing onto the floor near Brutus’s feet. They rotated.

{Filthy Intentions} Betty opened her eyes, but the world didn't want her back. Her vision was a broken mix of cloudy concrete and a strong, harsh smell of blood. She was still on the floor, her body a battlefield of Ruby's making. She tried to move, and a rough, wet groan escaped her split lip. Every inch of her scalp felt like it was being burned—Ruby had pulled out chunks of her golden curls, leaving her head pounding in time with her heart.

The intensity of it, the brutality, the greed of one man and the suffering it had caused and it threatened to consume her. And still, the visions were not done.

It was savage. And it wasn’t just the method—it was the intent that twisted my gut. This didn’t feel like a hit, like someone searching our premises or trying to send a quiet message. We’d had that before. Bratva bastards poking around our territory, trying to sniff out weaknesses or intel. But this? This wasn’t reconnaissance. This was carnage. Pure, unfiltered violence. Nothing had been moved. Nothing was missing. The papers were untouched, the cash drawer still sealed, even the encrypted drives left where they sat.

I scan his body, making sure he isn’t hurt. What the fuck is he doing here? "What the fuck, Xander?!" Markus groans, as he slowly stands up while clutching his shoulder. I turn back to him. *Tear his fucking throat out!* Brutus roars, fighting so hard for control that my vision flares with a blinding golden light. *He touched what is ours! Kill him!*

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

My heart pounded in my chest, every nerve ending burning with rage. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? I ground my teeth together, my jaw clenching so tightly I could almost hear the bones crack. Braxton's voice echoed in my mind, a chorus of murderous intent that screamed at me to take action. Amputate him! Murder him! Break his jaw!

Another slap to the left cheek followed, "Did I ask for this?" Brutus's cries were pitiful, his body trembling uncontrollably with humiliation and rage burning in his eyes, yet he dared not retaliate. He was afraid—afraid of being crippled by Kiran. Kiran addressed the men sprawled on the ground, "I said I had no interest in you clowns. Do you believe me now?" "I said I would beat your Brother Wayne to that. Do you believe that?" With those words, Kiran kicked Brutus in the groin. Brutus clutched himself as a mix of yellow and red fluid leaked out, and he was sent flying onto the bar counter.

Abel picked up his gun and pointed it at Brute who froze at the sight of the gun. "Any last words buddy?" Brute went dumb. He threw his axe at Abel who caught it with ease by the handle. "You like tearing human limb by limb right?" Abel asked mockingly. Abel shot Brute at both legs, the latter screamed in agonizing pain as he fell to the ground. Abel dragged the axe on the ground as he approached Brute where he laid groaning. He raised the axe and butchered Brute limb for limb, blood splashing on his face and all over his body as he did so. Soon he stopped satisfied with the gory sight of Brute's death.