Can A Sadist Feel Love Novels & Stories

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

I whispered in her ear. I am a cold, hard bastard. I have killed so many men I have lost count. I feel nothing when I kill. I feel nothing when I fuck – except the intense pleasure when I come. I have never fucked a woman I loved. I have never fucked a woman who loves me. Love doesn’t exist for me. My heart is missing.

I knew that she stimulated lurid, lousy fantasies for a way I became going to make her scream once I raped her asshole open and the way I'd lap her tears once more. Even higher became how she commenced crying greater with how I licked her tears, instinctively sensing my exhilaration and turning all of the greater afraid in her best masochist hell. I, the Sadist and Master. I concept of the manner she'd shivered in give up beneath the belt, of the manner she'd gotten greater afraid once I reacted with twisted exhilaration.

he said from the other end. “Can psychopaths even love?” I asked tiredly. “No, but Interestingly, psychopaths may still want to be loved even if they are almost incapable of truly loving another.An individual high on psychopathy could feel triggered in many social settings where their expectations go unmet. Like a casual gesture could be misunderstood by them, and this thing psychopath called love is not love, for them they just want to have people in their possession,” Mark said from the other end. “That's crazy,” I said. “Of course it is, that's why they are called psychopath, why are we even talking about it? It's creepy,” He said from the other end, and I smiled.

She didn't have an ounce of doubt that he would do whatever it took to keep her with him. Startled by the confession, she diverted her eyes to his chain and leaned forward to get up. His green eyes are thick with crescendos of raw emotions. “Don’t worry, baby, that monster in me will never see you until you are with me,” he rubbed his nose to hers. He was known to be the most feared sadist in his world. He will never show that side to her until and unless warranted. “I am a sadist, Athena. Since that day, I enjoyed killing, but I promise to be always gentle with you,” he cooed to her. She nodded, then sucked a long gulp of air into her lungs.

He says trying to decipher her from how she is feeling right now. “But that girl was crying for you to stop, and you kept going” She ask him quizzically, she knows what she saw and heard that night. “They are train to act like that to arouse the Sadist” when she gives him a questioning gaze he says “A sadist is the one who inflicts the pain and the one who finds pleasure in being abused is masochist.” “Oh you mean they like it …” She looks away from him, annoyed about the fact that someone can feel pleasure in pain.

Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth. “You can’t question my love like this, Alessandra! It’s innocent! The only thing I’m sure of!” For her, it was the first time she saw a human filled with emotions talking to her. Like a real human. Because every time he was like a robot. A well trained ruthless machine. But at that moment, he oozed out the disappointment hidden inside him. “How? How after you raped me?” “That was rage!” “Was your love so weak that it couldn’t even stand in front of your rage?”

"Shut up, I don't need help. You always taught me that it's okay to be a sadist." "I said it was okay to be a sadist in a controlled environment with consent. Me and Marcus haven't consented to this."' "I know Marcus hasn't, I want him to suffer. But you love me so it's okay." "I don't love you Adrian," I say with a sigh.

He leans back, "It is amusing to watch you struggle, fighting your attraction to a prisoner." So he's sadistic. He finds amusement in my suffering. Then I won't suffer. "Did no one teach you?" I offer a smirk of my own, "You don't mess with fire if you don't want to get burned." "And if I do?" He shoots back. "If I like playing with the fire between your legs, getting it as hot as I can?" I shrug. "Then don't complain when it goes south." "Oooh," He coos. "Someone has a pair of lady-balls. And here I thought you were a little saint."

"Look at me and tell me why." My brows crease. I know that look. He looks hurt. Why does he look hurt and filled with guilt? "I don't want to hurt you, Hazel." Hurt me? I don't understand. If sex is what he calls hurting me, then he needs to hold on there because I'm not complaining!! "You won't be." He hisses. "I'm a sadist." Killian murmurs. "I get turned on by inflicting pain on people." "Including men?"