Hate Sex Novels & Stories

A week had passed since Jax had violently kicked the random guy out of their apartment. What started as hate-fueled revenge sex had spiraled into something far more dangerous. The apartment had become a battlefield of raw, insatiable lust. They fucked like animals every single day—in the kitchen while dinner burned on the stove, against the hallway walls, in the shower until the water ran cold, on the couch, the dining table, and even once on the balcony at 2 a.m. They still argued over everything. They still hated each other’s guts.

"The need to love and be loved." "I don't believe you. People like you don't know love. You are a bunch of sex freaks and mind you, I'm not a hater and I like doing it freaky. You people fulfill a service that most women could not do. I'm basing this personal belief on my past experiences." "Of course you think of us this way! You only seek out our kind when you're horny. Have you met any one of us outside the brothel?" "I'm doing it at this moment."

He asked softly. I gulped. The playful moment seemed to be a distant away, and I knew that if I were to say yes, he would be the first man to have sex with me. And, to be honest, I wanted that so much. It made my body tingle so badly. I bit my lips.”I want you to make love to me,” I said. He smirked. “I don’t make love, Kitty. I have raw sex.” I swallowed my already dried saliva, and looked at him with my body feeling like it was a different shade of red. “I don’t mind. Have raw sex with me, Giorgio.”

she said and her father nodded, clearly waiting anxiously to listen to what their daughter has been going through. "Dad, Mom, I have a guy that I love, and he is..." Rose was still saying this when her father suddenly cut her off, saying "...an asshole right?" "What is his name? Who are his parents? He broke your heart, right? I'm going to kill him today" he said with an angry face, yelling at the top of his voice. "Eh?" Rose was dumbfounded while looking at her father who was yelling at the top of his voice like someone who got all his money stolen.

Sanya... I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian. Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

My entire body ached, and he couldn't do enough. His thrusts became rougher, shorter and quicker. He released my nipple from his mouth, and stared at my tear-stained face for the rest of my life. I am having sex in the car with the person I hate the most. And I know I am going to hate myself to not co trol myself when I wake up tomorrow. But who cares when you get this level of pleasure. Soon my eyes start feeling heavy and soon all the blackness takes place in me.

Mango was so furious that she opened her mouth and bit down on Nathaniel's tongue as it delved into her mouth. "Owwww!" The scent of rust filled Nathaniel's mouth, and he released Mango immediately. Anger sparked in his dark eyes.? "Are you crazy?" "You're crazy! Do you really think I'll just let you do this? I hate you! I've hated you ever since you used the medicine to control your urges towards me. Since you hate me so much, what the hell are you doing now? Didn't you say you're very particular about who you sleep with? So, aren't you afraid I'd pass a disease to you? After all, I've slept with hundreds of other men? Umph..."

he said I couldn’t contain my anger anymore, I held him up, his eyes showing no remorse whatsoever, it’s better to leave him and retire to my room. I let go of him, turned back. “I know you haven’t consummated your marriage…I’m sure she’ll taste as good as she looks...I’ll be sure to be the first for her” he chuckled. That was the last straw, I rushed back to him, my fists clenched and headed for his face. “No!! You evil man! Get away from my son” Maria kept screaming. Her voice overshadowed by the sound of punches that flew across Festus’ face.

Sera cried out at the sudden stretch, but pushed back against him, meeting every savage thrust. “You think I’d destroy the only person who makes me feel anything?” he growled, pounding into her mercilessly. “Someone is playing us both.” “Shut up and fuck me,” she snarled. He did. Harder. Deeper. One hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red as he railed her. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with their angry moans. It was hate sex at its rawest—punishing, desperate, emotional.