Novel & Cerita Btob Beautiful Pain

I'm giving her very pleasant advice because I’m about to fuck her real bad now. “The pain has no impact when you are with me. So consider you the cure to my pain.” The cure to her pain. The prettiest words I’ve heard were being the cure to her pain. The same pain that I caused. Will that be too gross to say that I’m her pain and her only cure? “So yeah, I can take you. Ignore the pain and fuck me real good.” She rolled her breasts on my broad chest, tempting the demon out of me. “Are you sure you can take my cock in that tight pussy? You always say it’s too big for you.”

"You didn't answer my other question, Tart. You like the pain, don't you? Or would you rather I stop and just take you?" The pinching pain stole the breath from her voice as she felt herself ease up on her tiptoes. Selby's lips slid across her ass as she pulled away. "Yes!" she finally screamed. "Oh god, yes. I…I like the pain. I like it all." Paul slid a finger down her slender stomach to her bare pussy. His finger grazed her pulsing clit, sending shivers through her before slipping between her velvet folds. Her body ached from his touch.

she whimpered “You chose them over him,” “No, I.. I didn’t,” she whispered “You chose money over love, you’re indeed a money minded b*tch,” “No..NO NO NO.., I am not all that you think I am,” she broke into tears and slid down on the ground, her mind felt numb and heart broken "huh!, yet karma had its way with you, all the pain, hurt and agony you caused Bro was returned tenfold to you the next day," he referred to the sensational news of her being a pornstar that was printed the next day all over

My heart races relentlessly as he tightens his hold on me even more, wondering how bad it will hurt. He kisses my skin one more time before I feel the sudden and intense pain of his teeth burying into me. I flinch and yelp, my hand roughly squeezing his. I whimper as he lets go, making it all quick for my benefit. I take a deep breath and try to block out the throbbing, but it surprisingly fades away as James kisses the spot again. I relax as he takes the pain away, resting against him. He says against me, "Are you okay?"

Life continues, loud and uncaring. I should just end it. Right here. Right now. End the struggle. End the pain. End these filthy memories I know will never leave me. End the torture from the withdrawals eating me alive from the inside out. Another shaky sob tears through me. Marv Bowman. The bastard wasn’t gentle that first night. Not even close. The first night I was penetrated by a real man’s was nothing soft or sacred or tender. It was violence. I shut my eyes hard, trying to shove away the pain, but the memory comes anyway. Ugly and merciless.

Then, a woman stepped into the room, wearing an oversized white shirt that hung loosely on her frame, clearly made for a man. “Oh, you’re awake?” she asked, her tone casual yet friendly. Ariadne took in the woman’s striking beauty—her naturally wavy brown hair still damp and scented, as if she had just stepped out of the shower. The shirt barely reached her thighs, accentuating her long, slender legs and adding a sensual ease to her stride as she approached. “Who…?” Ariadne managed in a weak voice, still groggy. The woman gave a warm, confident smile and extended a hand. “I’m Sloane Brooks,” she said, her gaze steady. “Max’s personal doctor.”

She could barely think straight, her body wracked with pain. Groaning softly, Katie tried to focus on anything but the agony that consumed her. The weight of the past few hours—the fight with Garrett, the cruel words, the tension, and now this overwhelming pain—felt like too much. It was as if her body had betrayed her, holding onto the anguish that she couldn’t escape from. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, faint but unmistakable. The heavy door to her cell creaked open, and a young girl appeared, her face pale with worry as she saw Katie's condition.

The white girl has her hand wrapped around a white motherfucker, grinning happily at the camera. Looks like a fucking selfie. It is stupid. "What's the fucker's name?" I asked, gritting my teeth. "Axel Steel. A millionaire." I scoffed. Just a millionaire? That white shorty ain't got a type? "Heir to Steel Mall. That's where she worked." Caleb added, making me look at him. He nodded. "Wait, he is her boss?" "Yes, sir." I scoffed, looking away. "Interesting." That shorty ain't fully innocent, is she?

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

Close enough that people believed what they saw. I looked like what humans called a ‘bad boy’. Baggy jeans, Black tees, Sneakers, sometimes leather. I spoke less and associated little only when necessary. My shirts were almost always short-sleeved or just sleeveless, exposing the tattoos along my arms. Some were tribal. Others meant nothing at all. Elena was different. She only had one. Small. Subtle. Hidden just behind her ear. Her mother’s initials. She never talked about it. She didn’t need to.