Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

We ordered some tequila shots and then went to the dance floor. I was having a great time with everyone. Well that was until an asshole decided to grab my ass. "How about we go have a good time and leave this pathetic boy behind." He slapped my ass one more time. I was gonna say something, but Ryan beat me to it and send the guy to the wall. "Oh my God, he's dead!" A woman screamed. "Call, dad." Kacey told Jace. Within seconds, Paolo arrived and gave us a, 'are you kidding me look'. We shrugged.

"Sorry, you've caught the wrong person. I might be more broke than you, mate." "You got a death wish, boy?!" "Why? Are you Satan?" Jericho asked innocently. "What the--" Then one of them looked at his choker which was gold lined."That seems expensive. Give it here!" He shouted. "I'm afraid I can give you everything but that" Jericho smiled. "Bastard!" The guy holding his collar said as he punched Jericho and he fell on the ground. "Give that shit here!" He tried snatching out the choker from his neck. "

“Well, Mr. Ferrari… I pause, finding it hard to keep eye contact because he seemed to be more interested in staring at me than focusing on why he was here. “Your reports say you've been hospitalized, even brought in cuffs because you have a tendency to always force yourself on…. “Fuck not Force.” He interrupted, and my eyes widened a bit. Leaning on his elbow, he brought his face closer to mine. “That should be the word, doc.” He finished. With a sober look, he continued. “I tend to fuck every single time I'm horny. And trust I don't force myself on anyone.” I blinked at his bold choice of words. His tone felt like he was presenting a valid point to a judge.

He lifted me up to meet his gaze, my broken legs dangling in the air, but I felt nothing below my waist. A loud static ringing rattled my skull and my vision blurred, but my fist remained closed. I didn't let go of the bracelet. “I’ll shred you into a thousand pieces,” he snarled. “Scatter you across the earth so you’ll never be whole again.” But his words meant nothing. I could barely see over his shoulders but I saw all the hunters on the floor and a gaping hole in their chest. A low chuckle slipped from my throat, rough and broken, but it grew, swelling into a dark, mocking laugh that shook my ribs despite the pain.

Now I’m jealous because some girl is taking his entire length down her throat. Pathetic. But I can’t help it. The ache in my chest is near numbing. I want to spite him. I want him to know he doesn’t get to pick me up and then leave me discarded like trash. I wanted to hurt his feelings like he’d just hurt mine. Jordan smirks like he knows exactly what’s running through my head. “For a wolfless girl,” he says, that mocking smile still playing on his lips, “you’ve got some serious balls. Stupid, but impressive.”

Jack When I enter this little paradise, I think I am in heaven! Yes, I am no longer on Earth. This feeling I have is the most beautiful I have ever felt. It is so strong! I close my eyes to savor every moment. To record this unique moment in my brain. Oh, how sweet it is, I think I'm flying! I soar through the air, meeting stars that give me kisses. Hooooo my God, I think my heart is going to give out. But if it does, I will die happy. Nothing else matters but this little one beneath me, moaning as I kiss her expertly. Hum, I did well to give my wife a sleeping pill. Because I plan to spend the whole night here. Yes, I want to be inside her again and again. Within her is like a cozy, warm co

"Talk to me while you play with your sweet self! Let me hear you!" The boldness rose in me, fueled by the sight of them. I increased the speed of my fingers, my breath coming in short gasps. "Hit her harder!” He did. “Yes... like that! Fuck her faster, Jax! Deep... go deeper into her! Ahhh! Yes! Slap her with it!"

My skin of my ass felt like it was burning and bleeding. "Last one," he whispered. The sixth strike was the hardest. I let out a loud, broken cry, my body finally giving out as my whole body slumped forward onto the bed, "Six," I managed to breathe, the word muffled in a whimper. I stayed there, panting, my heart racing. The silence returned, but it wasn't cold anymore. It was heavy with the aftermath of what he’d done. I felt his hand settle on the small of my back, his thumb tracing the line of my spine with a gentleness that was almost more painful than the belt.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

His counterattack was unexpected and I had been disarmed quite easily. "You'll hurt yourself more Alyssa" his cheek was pressed lightly onto mine and it felt like thousands of lice had been touching me in that area. I wondered how I could feel different about this man earlier on. He held onto my neck, light strangling me. "I warned you Alyssa" he gripped onto my arm tighter and it hurts so badly, it heightened the pain in my hip and I felt tears well up in my eyes, just then, a loud bang was heard from the possible entrance. I looked towards it and saw the silhouette of Rurac, standing there with anger evident in his eyes. I instantly could tell, Joker was most definitely in trouble.