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He was the best fighter in our entire family. “I haven’t been called firefly in the longest time. Elle told me about her past and that you knew about what she went through. Mine was somewhat similar. Toris Klarish was in charge of breaking me, and he fucking hated the fact that he spent thirty-seven years in failure. He loved electrocution, breaking my body before healing it and doing it again, Cryoplasm, water, and fire. After a month of it not working, he decided to break my spirit by…” Dante leaned his head on top of mine when I paused, reminding me that he was with me right now and every step of the way.

"Ohh! Shit... ah!" One after the other, I was unable to contain my screams. due to the fact that Clifford didn't hold back either. When he began to move with a shiver, I felt a peculiar sense of pleasure. My last experience with a man was a very long time ago. Clifford pushed me up against the side of the bed when he didn't like how I was sitting and forced me to face the other way. No further time was wasted by him. He quickly entered my tunnel and exited it while pointing his sword at it. He was constantly amazed by what we were doing and never stopped being so. He seems to be very anxious to satiate the cry of the flesh if he touches and presses me to him.

They labored their final breath without so much pain, nor torn apart into pieces by wild beasts. And in his impending death, he has proven that the infamous tale about Vincent Feng clan torture their enemies, its worse than anyone could ever imagine. The reality of the matter surpasses any fictional tale and legend that drunkards may recount. It is a truth... so brutally cruel, that it defies humane acceptance to the highest level.

She used every single tool she laid her hands on. Hailee screamed in pain and at some point, she passed out. I tried to intercede but I didn't want to do anything that would anger my fiancé, so I let her. She was revived revived cold water before another torture session continued. And with each stroke of the club, Clara called her a "whore." The dark pleasure continued to rise within me again. The thought of gagging and fucking every hole in her body as she was being battered crossed my mind, and left quickly.

"He wants to torture me that he played my clit while trusting. I closed my legs, unable to handle the wave of pleasure crashing, but he was enjoying it, splitting my legs wider and playing with my clit faster. "Ah Justin!" I screamed. He was contented accelerating his thrust and caress until he shuddered, releasing his pool of cum inside me. He prolonged the pleaure, torturing my pussy, pressing my clit until I shivered, comvulsing again before collapsing on my bed. He dumped his huge tired body on my back. " I love it when you become wild Georgina, but don't dominate me if you can't handle the consequences." He uttered softly, still gasping! I nodded, unable to speak, still tired of his fuc

Claire asked with a serious look. “It depends on how torturous you want it to be? I can cause him to fall into an illusion where he wishes he’s dead at the end or imagine himself being burned alive or, as the Titan who gave humankind fire, to have his liver devoured during the day and then healed during the night. The torture methods can only be restricted by your imagination.” Blake explained. “I want him to encounter multiple lives where, in the end, he gets castrated by the woman he truly loves. I want him to feel the betrayal for eternity. Can this be arranged?” Claire asked, thinking about Steve’s actions in the past.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Claire fumed, her hands fisted at her sides. “So you know I was at the Keepers?” Claire folded her arms over her tank top. “We both know you're lying, Elana. You coward.” I stepped forward, right in her path. “You want to know what happened? Okay. I was tortured. I was tortured for weeks. Nathan was kept from me so we would both suffer from the bond. And just when we thought things were getting better, they would do more experiments.” I felt tears well in my eyes and my nose started to burn as I recalled what happened in there. I instinctively hugged my body, trying to comfort myself from the memory.

If his tongue wasn't already doing all the possible magic tricks, he brought his fingers closer to her swollen clitoris and started rubbing it hurriedly. She kept on chanting his name. Gaping her mouth, she could feel a tight knot forming in her lower abdomen. Every inch of her body was burning, preventing her from thinking straight. It was new to her and she didn't know how to put it in words as he kept his pace constant. He continues his torture until she is close. So close. Her back archs as she chases her own high. And that's when he detached himself, still rubbing her folds at a good pace; he uttered, "You like that shit, baby?"

When he brushes the tip over my clit, pleasure hits my core. “You’re such a slut, Luna,” he says, his words coming to me through a gushing noise in my ears. As if to validate the statement, I curl my fingers around the lapels of his jacket, instinctively holding on. He taps my clit two, three times with the head of his cock, a light reprimand. A sweet punishment. “But you’re my slut.” Proving the point, he tears into me. I think I may pass out, and not from a lack of air. The way it hurts is excruciating. My lips part, but no sound escapes. It’s the worst torture, being torn in two.