Novel & Cerita Cursed Villainess Obsession

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

That birth unfortunately was me. Pack wolves always reference the scene as being the most tragic and horrible child birth the pack had ever witnessed. She lived just long enough to look at me once. And then… she turned her face away. Even now, eighteen years later, I can still feel the coldness in her gaze. “A cursed child,” they whispered. “A bad fruit from a good tree.” “I bet she has no wolf in her blood.” I became the ghost of the Moonveil Pack—always present, but never seen. Alive, but never wanted.

Oh, Oh OH Oh Oh Dakota, I need your cock. I ball up my fist the way I saw Dakota fist Tonya. I pound the outside of my pussy with my fist while my vibrator penetrates my ass. I need to cum so bad. What would Dakota say to me to get me to cum…. ummmmm, I know. Cum, you nasty whore. Can the whore not cum? Oh… I can feel my cum welling inside me. I want to bust so bad. My fist dives into my pussy. I beat it up hard just the way he likes to fuck me. I am a dirty whore, and I need to cum.

My pussy clenched at the thought of him waking up alone, hard and angry, stroking himself to memories of me. He was becoming deeply obsessed. Exactly as I had planned. Yet the curiosity burned hotter than the arousal. What would he find when he dug into my past? How long until he connected Seraphina Voss to the dead omega Elara? And when he did… would his obsession turn to rage, or would the inexplicable pull between us make him even more dangerous?

"You think you're being all protective over her now? I know it's all an act. You only married her to break the witch's curse." Dylan's eyes blazed, flickering from gold to black. He released Scarlett and grabbed Sheba around her throat. "Dylan!" Scarlett gasped. "Leave her alone. You're hurting her." But fury had already blinded him. His claws tore out, digging into Sheba's neck. Sheba didn't flinch, didn't try to defend herself. She held her head high, even when blood spilled down her throat and soaked into her dress. "Go on, kill me." She struggled to speak through the tight grip around her throat. "Let everyone see how evil you are. But it doesn't change the fact that you're cursed, and y

Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade. Lust became my chain, immortality my cage. I was left to walk through centuries alone, surrounded by obsession, without a pack, without protection, without anyone to stand between me and the hunger I inspired. They called it punishment. I called it survival. And what a body it was. Cursed or blessed, the distinction had long since blurred. I was not blind to it. The weight of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the shape of my arse—men stared, women stared. I knew precisely why. My mouth betrayed me most of all, lips too full, too soft, as though fashioned for begging or being bitten, claimed.

The lounge was a swirling sea of laughter and luxury, women surrounded him. Among them, a red-haired hottie moved on to him, running her hands on his groin. But Marco's gaze was distant, his thoughts consumed by a different matter entirely. With utter disgust he dismissed all the ladies away, throwing the redhead off him. "What's eating at you, boss?" Vinny, Marco's trusted right-hand man, asked cautiously. Marco's fingers drummed a rhythm on the arm of his chair. "That woman," he ground out, his voice low and seething. "She has guts."

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

Even if it's wrapped in a pretty or gorgeous package, you don't get to choose the bond. "When in such a thrall, Stefan must fulfill the woman's every desire... while she is alive. He can do just about everything, except express his love or passion for them with his body. We've discovered that the sort of women destined to enthrall him get quite angry when their man can't perform. And with Elisheva's curse, the eviler the woman, the more powerful the enthrallment. These are the worst because they keep him in unna, or the most superficial kind of love, of which traps not only his body and mind, but also his heart."

I am a succubus, and during my heat cycle, I must have sex with a partner to survive. After rescuing a serpentfolk man, a species renowned in the beast-kin world for possessing the most potent sexual prowess of all, I used the favor to make him help me through my heat. And just as I was clinging to him again, begging him to take care of my needs, a stream of scrolling comments flashed before my eyes: [The villainess doesn't even realize she's been hate-sexed this whole time! The male lead despises her for defiling his body!]