Novel & Cerita Cry Even Better If You Beg

It felt too fucking good. "Fuck baby, you're asking for it aren't you? Tell me, babe, beg for me then." He whispered, while biting on my ear, and licking down my neck. His hand squeezed my other ass. He's grinding his erection on mine. We looked at each other from the window's reflection.

“I can’t — I need, please let me come—” Vale crouches in front of me. Lifts my chin with one finger. Those ice-blue eyes burn. “Beg us, pet. Beg us to ruin Boring Betty tonight.” “Please, sir, master, please keep me—” My voice is broken and raw and desperate. “Use me. Ruin me. I don’t want to be boring anymore. I want to be your, please, your perfect shared fuckpet, I’ll do anything, I’ll take anything, just please let me come—”

"Like you're crying." My voice breaks at my cowardliness. "It's tears of joy." No, I'm not crying, but I'm very close to becoming a sobering mess right this instant. Dear Cupid, next time hit us both.

I cry, embarrassed by my words, and by the need in my voice. "Good girl," he says with a devilish smile. Now beg for me to make you come, baby. Let me hear you beg like the good little girl that you are." And I don't even have enough pride to try to disobey him, because I need what he's promising me. I need it so bad. So even though I know that under any other circumstances I would tell him to fuck off, I do what he says. I beg him, beg him to make me come, to give me what I need. This man has taken everything from me. He took me when I begged him not to, stole my virginity from me, and yet I'm about to beg for him to finish me off. And I don't even care. I'm like an addict trying to get his

“Gonna make you scream my name again. You want that?” “Make me!” she begged, pushing her hips back against me, taking me even deeper. “Fuck, Ryan, it’s so much… I can feel you everywhere!”

was fully formed before I took a sledgehammer to the glass. I opened my eyes. The tears were gone, replaced by a cold, calculating light that returned to my gaze, sharper than before. I would take them by surprise. I would build a guillotine right in front of them, paint it gold, call it a business venture, and wait for them to willingly put their own heads on the block. "Enjoy the quiet, Mark," I whispered to the empty room, my voice dropping to a lethal, vibrating pitch. "Enjoy your pregnant wife. Enjoy the silence."

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

She gave him her beauty. She gave him her dreams. She even gave him six years of her life. In return, Michael Sterling gave Meritt a mansion, a black card, and a marriage built entirely on pity. He never loved her. While she hid her scars and waited for her husband to see her as a woman, his heart remained with his first love, Stella. Then, on their sixth wedding anniversary, Meritt finally sees the truth—and something inside her breaks. A forgotten dream offers her a way back into the singing career she lost in the fire. Her flight to Italy is in thirty days. So Meritt makes a decision. Thirty days to reclaim her voice. Thirty days to rebuild her life. Thirty days to divorce the man wh

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

Someone roared from the back. Both Caleb and Conrad stood up. “Watch your words. That’s my mate and the Luna of Snow Mountain.” There was a cough from someone. They probably didn’t expect that it would be his mate. They have seen her training. “She’s no threat and needs no killing. We’re not forcing you to help us against Silver Crescent. If you don’t want to, you can take your men and leave. If you’re not an ally of our pack, then we’d rather not have you here.” Conrad replied firmly.