Novel & Cerita Hard Hitting Questions

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

he answered without looking at me. “Did I do something wrong? Or are you treating everyone like this the next morning you had sex with women?” I challenged him. “What?” He asked and stop hitting the bag. “You hurt me.” I can feel my veins boiling. He’s being disrespectful. I know he doesn’t know emotions, but I thought we had a breakthrough last night. “So, you think you can break through me last night, and just expect me to be a normal fucking human being after one night of emotional sex?” he glares at me, his face shining from the exercise.

He questions. "Shit!..."

he said, lowering his voice, "this is our space. You'd better behave. If you do, maybe we'll take you in. If you don't…" Smack! He didn't even finish the sentence. The slap sent him flying. "What the hell! Why are you hitting people?" Barnaby rushed forward. Smack! Another one went down. Garrick charged in right after him, eyes red. Smack! Three strikes, clean and fast. Hayley slapped everyone who walked up to her. Her strength was already at the peak of what a human body could reach. Each hit felt like getting slammed by a speeding truck. Their vision blacked out, their ears rang, and their heart pounded so loudly that it felt like it might burst through their chests.

I asked, keeping my voice even. The blade pressed harder. “You ask too many questions.” Then before I could react, they hit me on the head with something and everything went black.

"Extra spicy. I hope it burns your tongue off." Noah settles into a stool, watching me move. "I like the heat, Minnie. You should know that by now." "Why do you hate your brother so much? Why do you always try to take everything good that he has? Why don't you like the fact that I'm dating him?" I blurt out the questions all at once. "Don't ask me questions you don't want the answer to." He mutters, already scrolling his phone, his attention divided. "No, seriously. I want to know. What has Hardin ever done to you? Why do you hate your brother..."

"Hit me, Sean. At least give me one hard hit. This guilt is choking me, and I can't hold it in any longer." Sean took a deep breath. It's best if Sean immediately obeys his brother's request so things can calm down again. Harvey is really weird and noisy. "Are you sure?" Harvey nodded without hesitation. "I am very confident. Hurry up and hit me." Sean braced himself, and he clenched his right fist tightly. It had been a long time since Sean had fought or beaten anyone. So it is certain that Sean's punch will be very hard and painful. "Sean, hurry--"

He was hitting me so hard that the headboard was banging against the wall. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! David! Fuck... you're so... big!!!" "Am I better than your fuck boys?" he rasped, his voice thick with lust. He leaned over me, his sweaty chest pressing against my breasts. "Is this what you wanted? To feel how hard I can hit you?" "Yes! Ahhh! Harder! Give it to me... oh fuck... yesss!" I was bucking my hips, trying to keep up with his pace. He was hitting my G-spot with every shove, a sharp, electric pleasure shooting through my stomach. I bit my lip hard, my eyes narrowing into slits as the sensation became almost too much to handle.

Stop thinking about her already! “Sure, what do you drink?” I asked, pushing forward with my original plan. Sex always helped clear my head. When I was down or thinking about a kill at work, sex always took my mind off it. I just prayed that this time wasn't any different; that once I’d screwed someone that I would forget I’d ever heard of the hot little brunette with the sexy smile and cute laugh. “Are you okay?” the girl asked, putting her hand on my arm. I frowned and looked back at her, forcing a smile. “Yeah sure, why wouldn’t I be? I’m talking to the hottest girl in the bar, of course I’m okay.”

Did he hurt you? She is still shaking and scared but she didn't answer my question. So I asked again. ' where did he hit you? ' She still didn't answer. Now This is getting frustrated, I am trying to comfort her but she isn't even answering. Never in my life have I ever comforted anyone and she is fucking disrespecting me by not answering. I tightened my hold on her arm and asked strictly. ' Answer me, kid, where are you hurt? , where did he hit you? '