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“He’s mine.” The words froze the room. Even the guards lowered their rifles, unwilling to defy that voice. The brothers collided again. Nikolai, desperate and wild, fought with every ounce of rage left in him. Mikhail countered with brutal calm, his fists slamming into Nikolai’s jaw, his elbow cracking against his temple. Blood sprayed across the polished wood of the table, staining the council’s documents red. Still, Nikolai refused to yield. He broke free of Mikhail’s grip and swung wildly, his knuckles splitting as they connected with Mikhail’s lip. Blood dripped down Mikhail’s chin, but his expression didn’t change. He looked almost inhuman, like the pain barely registered.

he murmurs. He grips my arm and yanks me upright. I slam my forehead into his immediately, making him stagger backwards. “I’m going to kill you!” I scream. To my surprise, my claws burst out. I rush to him, aiming to slash his neck. He dodges easily. “So this is how you want it,” he snarls. “So be it… Curse breaker.” His own claws extend with a vicious rasp. He roars, the sound vibrating through the room, despite the music outside.

I wasn’t wet. With a powerful thrust, I gasped in pain. "Aaahh!" Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead as he began to thrust in roughly and recklessly. Each thrust was powerful, and every stroke was deep. "Stop, you are hurting me," I groaned in pain, trying to push him off me. But he grabbed my arm, pressed my waist down, and continued to thrust into me brutally. "You are so tight, bitch!" he groaned excitedly and raised his hand to smack my arm roughly.

SIDE STORY TRIGGER WARNING: DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF VIOLENCE!!! “No…no. Luca, please!” Gildor’s hands slap weakly at him, shaking. His good eye widens, terror threatening to make it burst. The knife probes skillfully, and more of his warm blood spills, mixing with the mud, and coating Luca's hands. Gildor's body thrashes violently, kicking, shaking, but Luca doesn’t stop. He chuckles at Gildor's misery as he forces the cruel blade to carve deeper. . . And deeper, until it grinds against bone, and the ribs crack open with a sickening pop. Gildor sobs, his voice breaking as his fingers dig into Luca's arms.

what? Old man "The man said with a smirk plastered on his face " I swear to God,if you don't leave him, I'll kill you" my dad shouted at him, that's the spirit I love the tough side of him, not the vulnerable side that is in front of me. Then I heard the man laughing Hysterically like someone who has Lost his sanity "WOW old man, despite being in this pitiable situation, you still have the guts to talk like that, oh man I kinda admire your tough attitude, it really amaze me" the man said while grinning, the kind of grin that would forever etch at my memory, then man in black immediately took my mum in a tight grip like pointing the gun my dad, that was when the panicK state that has recent

Panicked now, Erin began to struggle, but his iron grip held her down. “Oomph!” she let out a muffled gasp at the painful sting of Ethan’s hand descending on her backside. Pain, shock and disbelief exploded within Erin as he repeated the action, the stinging pain causing her eyes to water. Then he stopped, flipping her over to face him again, arms pinned over her head.

But he gave her no scope of escape, no mercy. I could see the tension in her body, the urgent breaths she tried to gulp down, and the way her naked chest heaved with each futile attempt. Yet, what unnerved me most was the way she seemed to enjoy the brutality. Her eyes were covered with white lace underwear and I forgot how to breathe. Her body arched into him meeting his brutal thrusts with an eagerness that bordered on madness. The sounds of their skin slapping together the occasional guttural moans and the ragged breathing pulled me out of my haze. And I stumbled back on my unsteady legs.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 59: Dominion Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. It continues—louder, wilder—the brutality, the obliteration, the devastating, mind-blowing rhythm of his thick, unrelenting dick slamming so deep into her. Again. And again. In that maddeningly perfect angle. Over and over. Until she’s losing her goddamn mind, spiraling beyond control. Good heavens.

At that moment, he wasn't a fighter; he was a merciless force, unchained and driven by something primal. Bruto lay there, a motionless and blood-soaked heap on the ring's floor. Vincenzo sat over him, and continued a relentless storm of stabs, each echoing the air with a sickening squelch. It was a cold-blooded replay of the brutality he'd unleashed on Francois at the peace agreement party. That was my first glimpse of him taking someone's life... and I knew it wouldn't be the last. The ring transformed into a macabre river of blood, spreading in every direction around him.

Aidan's expression darkened as he growled, "How dare you? Calling me a brute—what, you think I'm beneath you? Well, let me send you off, free of charge!" With a single swing of his arm, Aidan unleashed a palm strike so powerful, it ripped through the air with a deafening snap. It landed squarely on Bruno's chest—no mercy, no hesitation. A spray of blood, thick with shattered organs, burst from Bruno's mouth as his body flew back like a ragdoll. He slammed to the ground in a crumpled heap—lifeless, silent, gone. "Bruno!" "Bruno—No! You animals! You kill him like it's nothing? I'm going to fight you with everything I have!"