Novel & Cerita Btob Beautiful Pain

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

I huffed, tried to calm myself and slowly turned my head to face him. Taylor have his eyes closed, as if he was pleasured from what he had done. My mouth parted from the shock of what my eyes sees, I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now. “Oh, honey. That. Feels. So. Good.” he laughed psychotically and I felt my stomach churned. He gained that kind of pleasure from inflicting pain to me?! Or maybe not just towards me, right? He’s a, what? A sadist? Who is this man? He feels like a stranger to me!

But with Brax, it had been different—intoxicating, and it made me feel alive. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. I reached for one of his shirts, its fabric worn-in and comforting. As I buttoned it up, my gaze lingered on him once more: the vulnerable rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breath. There was a depth of pain hidden beneath his strong exterior, a pain I recognised but didn’t dare ask about. Whatever he went through last night was something he would carry with him for the rest of his life and probably never talk about.

"A please won't get you far..." Tobias whispers in an infuriatingly teasing way, and I groan in frustration. "I'm so horny..." He chuckles. "I know." I try to close my leg to make the pain disappear, but Tobias keeps them open with his legs, and then he hovers over me. My view changes from nothing to his face and then his pecs. They are fat and gorgeous, and his cock is FINALLY right where I need it. Moaning in delight, I rub my clit against his cock, and Tobias breathes a laugh above me. "Someone is really desperate all of a sudden. I wonder what would happen if I let you go a week without me?"

I grimace as I try to mask my pain . "Bloom"Maddox whispers coming dangerously close to me ,"let me take care of you ," I try to respond but a loud moan slips out from my mouth instead as another wave of pain hits me again .He picks me up from the floor and the pain slowly reduces once his skin comes into contact with me "You are in pain bloom ,"his hot breath fans me as our foreheads touch . I fail to respond as the pain actually subsides with a just simple brush of his finger . It sends pleasure down straight to my core and I clamp my legs tightly.

“ It’s okay baby and I am so sorry for all the embarrassment you faced today. You should come to kitwe one of these days and I will make it up to you just the way you like it. I will treat you like a queen that you are. Please, don’t put Laura’s words at heart, she means nothing to me.” Once the call got cut, Natasha went to take a shower so that she could feel much more relaxed. However, her body needed more than just a shower to feel relaxed , it needed a man’s touch. So when she got out of the shower, she hurriedly picked up her phone and made a booty appointment. She went to her closet and picked out a red lingerie and a black waist coat. She wore her make up glamorously and looked very

"Ugh…" She rubbed her butt with her hand, the dress on her body was so bulky that she couldn't even stand up. Brene Brian sat on the bed looking down, the corner of his lips still smiling brightly. When Sweet Pea saw this, her heart suddenly swelled with anger, why did she have to suffer such a miserable situation? He was tortured all night, and in the morning was mocked. "Do you feel happy or something?" Brene Brian did not answer, retracted the smile on his lips and said:

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

She hadn’t expected to still be here. Boone sat on the tailgate of his truck outside the medical tent, shirt off, dust streaked across his chest and abs. Bruises bloomed purple and yellow over his ribs. He was thirty-four, built like a man who got thrown ten times a week and got back up every single time. Dark hair matted under his cowboy hat, jaw set tight. “You gonna poke at it all night or actually fix something?” he drawled, voice rough from the night’s yelling. Lena snapped on fresh gloves. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll make it hurt on purpose.”

She felt like a prisoner being returned to a cell that was far too beautiful to be called a jail. It was almost midnight when Brandy returned to her room in the Regal Garden. The house was silent, but the silence felt heavy. She took off her wet clothes in the bathroom and stood under the warm shower, the white and delicate skin quickly turning pink under the heat. Her beauty was like white jade, pristine yet fragile. But Brandy's spirits were low, though she tried to appear strong.