Hate Sex Novels & Stories

“I know you want your plan to work but you getting close to him just for the sake of revenge makes my blood ick. I don’t want you kissing or having sex with him just for a revenge plan. “That is cheating and I don’t want it. It’s wrong in my book and if you do that then there are lines you’re crossing. You can hug him, that’s fine, but no sex and no kissing.” “I am willing to do whatever it takes to destroy him.” “Including having sex with the man you claim to hate?” “I don’t claim to hate him, I hate him.” “But here you are thinking of having sex with him just to prove a point.” “I said I’d do whatever it takes.”

All I saw was hesitation. Anger and sexual desire are strong, overpowering forces. They are both forms of passion. When a couple engages in ravenous, unbridled sex because they are angry or enraged, it's the best thing. It tops love making for many reasons. It serves as a make-up tool when words can't be exchanged, to avoid saying hurtful things. It is the only exception to riling up your partner and giving him or her a good spanking – with consent, of course – without the fear of abuse. We both may not be able to walk the next day, but it's worth it.

He flipped me onto my stomach and mounted me from behind again, sliding back inside with a deep groan. “Round two,” he snarled, starting a slower but still powerful rhythm. “I’m not done with you yet.” The angry hate-sex continued for hours , raw, primal, and filled with the toxic mix of lust and vengeance that defined us. He took me in every position, knotting me twice more, filling me with load after load of his cum until I was a trembling, dripping mess.

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

She'd only ever had sex with him, she could still be classified as inexperienced because she had been a celibate since she left him and he was big, and he hated her. Her eyes flew up to clash with his, doubts filling her. Before she could blink, he closed the gap between them, his hands going straight to her thighs, parting them wide as he stepped between her legs, his face inches from hers, his eyes still holding that mix of sheer lust and utter hate, more than hate for just her. Was it for himself? For wanting her? Because lord knew she hated herself for wanting this. Wanting him.

“You’re not worthy of being with our future Alpha. Brandy is far more suitable for Brian anyway.” A searing heat coursed through my veins, inflating my anger to a near-unbearable level as I pushed myself up from the ground, the weight of my humiliation igniting a fire within me. My wolf, Nama, sensed my vulnerability and fought for dominance, roaring with fury at the unjust situation we faced. In an explosive release of pent-up frustration and newfound determination, I allowed her to take control. “Brian was my mate, and you, Brandy, are nothing but a homewrecker! He rejected me because of you,” my wolf bellowed, her voice a feral growl resonating with undeniable authority, the force of our

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

"Well, I just used your face as my profile picture for over two months now… And…" "You hook me up with a spouse without my consent, and definitely he asked of your address which was mine right!…" I paused and went towards the fridge to get some water. I was feeling hot and angry, yet these women tried to sneak out to avoid questions. It was a good thing I got my eyes on them. "I'm not done talking!" I screamed, and they sat back on the chair confused. "Do you even know him? How can you believe audio love?" I cautioned.

I explained to him. "Ok that my friend you can count on me. I don't want my friend to be married to a some random girl. What if she a lunatic, a psycho, or worse slut?" I cringe by just listening to these words. I know I am a great womanizer but I don't want to have a slut or whore wife. I know i am a big time hypocrite. "Now you know why I want you to investigate her. So please make it fast. And thank you." then I hung up.