Evil Woman Pegging Novels & Stories

Surely, the commotion she had created will be the headline later for all news portals. "I'm not drunk. I know what I'm doing. This trying-hard newbie here is a thief. It's so obvious she needs money and she had been getting it from the things she was stealing. She is a social-climbing whore. Can't you see it, Miss Eve? She is not what you think she is. She is not an angel. She is a devil thief!" with a crazed glint in her eyes, she desperately convinces not only Eve but those who have already gathered nearby.

“I’ll help you take a bath. Didn’t I tell you? I will take responsibility for my woman.” Eve’s face turned pale white. She was stunned. Surprised. And totally caught off guard by this man’s shamelessness and hidden evil agendas. As if she didn’t notice the lust in his eyes! On the top of her lungs, she screamed the hardest. “WHO NEEDS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY!? GET OUT!”

Drawing strength from where she never imagined she would, Evangeline raises her knee and hits Eric’s intimate parts. The moment he walks away, to complain about the aggression suffered, Evie closes her hand in fist and hits a wrong punch in his face. Without shaking with that and holding her intimate parts, Eric pushes her, walks away and shouting how slutty she is. Sitting on the floor, seeking her dignity, Evangeline cries. She feels that she is in that room again, with her clothes torn.

He flipped me over as I lay in bed. Damian raised his hand and gave my perky bottom a tight slap. “Argh! Damian, I’m going to kill you!” … I sprawled across the sheets, unsure how much time had passed, but one thing was for sure, I was far too exhausted to jump at his throat. His calloused fingertips brushed away my tears. “Are you going to play nice now, Willow? “Are you still thinking about feeling up another guy’s abs?” Gritting my teeth, I fought back the humiliation and choked out a reply, “I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t do it again.”

Burning in the blazing fire of lust and power, Evangeline forgot the difference between right and wrong, I literally lost my mind when she uttered proudly. “I would have spared Lady Isabella from my wrath, but that old hug started resisting the magic. So, I had to change my face and torment you in person, Lizette. Trust me, it was a treat to watch your dummy, teary face …” “Enough, Evangeline!” She took the advantage of my respect for Vincent’s mom, blackmailing me with my obedience. I had no mercy left for that vile woman. So, I didn’t waste a moment and snarled at her.

He waited affew seconds in case their were questiond, but silence filled the room. " Most people hover between good and evil, and they just have a murky aura. The problem is that people who lean toward evil present to her as monsters. The more miserable they are, the more grotesque they emerge. Now, about one month ago, she was doing a job for a man whom she had never met face to face. She unknowingly accessed a file that had been flagged to tip off the FBI–an agency tasked with finding and arresting criminals. Unfortunately, when she saw her client for the first time, the FBI was closing in on her. As the client approached, she realized that she had made a mistake. He was, in fact, a very e

"So..., you know he is going to hurt me?" "No! It is not that he is going to hurt you, it's just--, it's just how men are. Just do not provoke them, okay? Please," she begs. "You meant they are evil by nature?" My eyebrows shrivel. "No-no-no-no, I wouldn't dare to say that," she replies hastily, a bit panic even. Or perhaps afraid, but why? There is something off about this lady. And I can't tell why but there is something about her that bothers me.

“A woman has been kidnapped, and you’re sitting here with your thumb up your ass talking about department policy!” The sergeant stood up, his hand moving toward his belt. “Sir, if you don’t lower your voice—” “What? You’ll arrest me? Go ahead!” I pulled out my phone and started swiping through the photos I’d taken at Maren’s house. “Look at this. Look at it!” I shoved the phone across the desk. The sergeant glanced at the screen. His expression shifted slightly. “That’s… that’s clear evidence of breaking and entering.” “No shit.”

She thought things couldn't get any worse, then she saw the evil Elvira walking toward her with a wicked smirk on her face. Elvira went to the closet and pulled the chair and Holly out. The Latin temptress took the cuffs off of the petrified wife and roughly ripped off the duct tape from her mouth. Holly choked out the musky panties and stared at her husband. Elvira pushed the wife's blond head to John's cock and commanded, "Clean his cock with your mouth, slut! It is covered with his cum and my pussy juices, lick it all up pig." Holly licked and sucked, Elvira shoved three fingers in Holly's cunt and declared, "John, your slut wife likes watching a superior woman fucking her husband. Her sl

Supposing I stole said necklace, how the hell did she see me when she wasn't even there? “Take a look at their faces, the answer is clear as day.” Nila prompted and I obeyed. I could see the slimy grin on Isla's face, carefully masked by faux anger. Her eyes seemed to be communicating with the maid, as if double checking and it clicked in that moment. I should have known, these bitches will stoop to any level. I thought that I had seen the worst of it all but I was obviously dead wrong because these women were pure evil and there was no depth to their wickedness.