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Someone screamed again. Damien fought like violence had been waiting under his skin for years. Controlled. Brutal. Terrifying. Every strike landed with purpose. Every movement put his body between mine and the thing hunting me. No hesitation. No wasted motion. No mercy. This was what Black Hollow followed. Not the man who once stole fries off my plate. Not the boy who kissed me under bridges. This. The alpha with blood on his hands and murder in his mouth. The creature twisted beneath him and slashed across his ribs.

He was a beast in human skin, using his raw strength to overwhelm the animal. I scrambled into the corner, clutching a kitchen knife I’d grabbed from the counter, my eyes wide as I watched the carnage. Blood—thick, dark Alpha blood—splattered against the white paint of the cabinets. It was a brutal, ugly fight. There was no grace in it. Just teeth, claws, and the desperate need to survive.

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

I feel the weight of their blows, the burning ache of my wounds. Yet, I refuse to falter. I push through the pain, my primal instincts guiding my every move. With each strike, I am reminded of my own strength, the power that lies within me. I will not allow them to break me. The battle rages on, an intense and chaotic dance of tooth and claw. The restroom echoes with the sounds of snarls, grunts, and the occasional whimper of pain. The scent of sweat, blood, and adrenaline permeates the air, creating an atmosphere of primal brutality.

And, a false comfort, because even as that gentleness registered, he slammed into me so hard I inched up on the bed and my every nerve endings flared as he took me by surprise, by such animalistic force. I screamed. My body going rigid at the brutality of him and at the same time igniting me from the inside. It hurt and it felt so good. “Is this what you wanted? Do you want me to fûck this cûnt? My cûnt, that can’t take any other côck but mine.”

I felt happy, content, and sometimes wished I'd have a happy ending. I started going through the books slowly as I checked out their names. Thousands of romance stories stood arranged on the shelf. I squinted my eyes at one that caught my attention. I selected it. "An Omega Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha King." That was the name of the book. I smiled at the book cover. It had a handsome man with a young maiden who looked smitten with her man. Goosebumps arose on my body at their chemistry. That was what books did to me. I imagined myself as the character.

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

You are detained from writing your final exams. Did this statement hurt?No. I am perplexed and vexed. Without a proper investigation, a year is wasted in my life. And all these things are happening. Why? Because I haven't agreed to sleep with two enormous rich dogs. It's a total waste of time to listen another word this man is going to vent out. Only Alexander can solve this. Is this your revenge, Brute?

He aligned his thick tip with my wet, swollen pussy and shoved his dick inside me in one deep, brutal thrust. "AH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing off the glass. He filled me up completely, stretching my tight, youthful pussy to its absolute limit. It felt like a solid iron rod splitting me right down the middle, but the pleasure was so intense it made my vision explode into bright white spots.

that boy was just another piece of furniture in the room. I observed Frederick's enormous dick in front of my face and a thread of saliva nearly escaped my lips. It was a piece of brutal engineering: pink, with veins that throbbed as if they had a life of their own and a smooth head that glistened with pre-seminal fluid. "What the hell are you waiting for, little bitch?" Frederick snapped, and I felt an electric shock in my chest. I moved my hand toward that trunk of flesh, closing my fingers around its base. I stuck out my tongue and ran it slowly over the tip, savoring the salty nectar emanating from it.