I Took Away The Tyrant's Virginity Novelas e Histórias

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.

, she yelled. I had completely lost my temper, I raised my hand to strike her. I bit my lip “You were supposed to be the perfect woman for me Letharia. The pure virgin woman who loved me and saw me for who I am!” She backed away from me towards the front door “I see you for exactly who you are, a corrupt dictator who uses his power of authority to control others, and how would I know to do those things to you if I were a virgin!” Letharia’s POV

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And, what's more, you were a virgin. Those last words struck me hard. I wished he hadn't said them, hadn't highlighted that aspect of my shame. I wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air, but there was nowhere to go. I turned my eyes away, feeling a familiar burn in my throat. Tears threatened to fall, but I refused to cry in front of him. Not now. Not like this. — Allyssa, he insisted gently. Talk to me. I gathered all my courage to respond, but my voice was trembling, almost inaudible.

he nibbled on her earlobe, making her hiss. “Just like that night when you were begging me to not stop from fucking you till you didn't pass out under me,” Cyra teared up more, listening to him because his words made her recall about that brutal night of her 21st birthday which happened last week where she ended up giving her virginity to him in a drugged state. Cyra snapped her glossy reddened gaze at him. “That night happened because you did that pathetic deed of drugging me to take advantage of my vulnerable state,” she seethed out at him but her words made him smirk at her like a maniac.

I should have left, sprinted away, and saved whatever dignity I had left, but call me a masochist, because with trembling hands, I found myself opening the door, fingers shaking, vision blurred by tears and I stepped in. Then my eyes almost went blind from what I saw. There, on Seris's Queen-sized pink bed, were the locked pair, tangled together, naked, beads of sweat glistening on their bodies as they ravaged on each other, wildly, roughly, too sacked in to even register my presence, or if they did, too engrossed to even give a f*ck! Tavian was right on top of her, waist moving in a seasoned manner, like a person who'd done it for years. But he was supposed to be a virgin! Those thrusts, th

A great terror rules these lands, a terror by the name of Lennox Steele, Son of late Alpha Steele, Alpha to the Dark moon pack. After usurping his father’s throne at the age of 15, he became a tyrant that all men feared. The young master took it upon himself to waste these lands and kill ehatever stood in his way. His mother was banished from the pack for infedelitu, sent to roam the earth as a weeping woman. When he was 18, the moon goddess blessed him with a mate, who he saw as a weakness, so he killed her.

" Oh, you won’t die.’ He dragged her into his chambers. She fought him every step. He hooked one arm beneath her knee, lifting her leg high, opening her wider, the angle wrenching a muffled grunt from her. For an instant he paused, Then he slammed forward, driving every inch into her in one brutal thrust. Her vision flickered white. The wall scraped her back through the thin cotton as her body struggled to accommodate him. She was a virgin. She bit down on her lower lip, incisors slicing delicate skin, and the metallic tang of blood flooded her mouth, copper penny bright. By the time he was done, she couldn’t even scream. --- Night fell. Vanguard lounged in his bed, the taste of victory bitt

No — impossible. He roared and wrenched his head back, as if an invisible hand had jerked him away from my shoulder. I was climbing toward a second release, and as my grip on the counter tightened, I half-moaned, half-whispered, "You're not Julian." I came apart, freezing in the aftershock, boneless — and then felt his warm seed flood me. "No. I'm Tyr, little mate," he hissed — and then his eyes melted back to blue.