Is Shatter Me Spicy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Show me how sorry you are." I shattered, my entire body shaking on his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He held me as I collapsed in his arms, supporting my weight as I trembled and shook uncontrollably, wave and wave of heightened pleasure rocking through me.

NOVA I swallow hard, picturing a plate of spicy ramen. The kind that is loaded with chili oil, different kinds of peppers, garlic, and that deep, rich broth that burns in the best way. The kind that makes your lips tingle and your body warm from the inside out. The kind you can't stop eating even when it's too hot. I start salivating. My thighs press together harder. Marcellus must feel it because his fingers flex against my skin.

I whispered, voice hoarse and cracked from screaming his name raw. “You destroyed me, Dante. In the best fucking way. I’ve never come that hard—that many times in a row. I’m still shaking… still feeling you everywhere.” I shifted slightly, wincing at the tender burn on my ass and the slick mess between my thighs, but it only made me smile. “I’m wrecked and glowing and so fucking yours.”

"That's all." "You're lying." "Excuse me?" I slouched forward, driven by stupidity or anger or both. "You're lying. I can tell. Something about my family is important to you beyond the convenience of a marriage. So what is it? What did we do to you?" The room temperature had dropped at least ten degrees. Dante laid down his fork and napkin, and then stood up, slowly. He moved around the table to me in steps of measured anger, each one of them threatening.

Across the room, by the north wall, a man in a black tuxedo turned his head. Damien. He saw her. He dropped his glass. It shattered on the marble. A thousand small shards scattered across the floor around his feet and he did not move. He did not even look down. He just stared at her as if he had forgotten how to do anything else. She crossed the room. People parted for her. Not because she was famous tonight. Because something was happening, and everyone in the room could feel it. She stopped two feet from him. "Damien."

“This is our special product, Detective. Spicy Cube. Pure ecstasy. One taste and you’ll be floating.” I shake my head frantically, even as my pussy clenches with shameful need. “No… don’t—” Raven pops the cube into her mouth, then crashes her lips against mine. Her tongue pushes the drug into my mouth, forcing me to swallow it. It dissolves instantly on my tongue — sweet at first, then burning with spicy heat that races straight to my core. The effect is almost immediate. Fire floods my veins. My skin becomes hypersensitive. My nipples harden into painful peaks. My clit swells and throbs so intensely I whimper into Raven’s mouth.

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

I burst into tears as I begged them, already knowing their plan. My shins scraped against tile, searing pain racing through my legs as one of them shoved the bar of soap inside me. "Please.stop." I beg, face flushed with pain. "Bigger than other cocks that have been rammed up your ass?" One prisoner taunted. The taunting grew louder. Then a warning shout from the back—"Guards!" The grip loosened and the soap plopped out of my ass. A fist smashed into my ribs, another across my jaw. “

He questioned and I nodded violently. He pulled the vibrator away and I let out a shaky sob as I collapsed against the floor, my body trembling from being edged and overstimulated. “I don't like condoms.” He muttered and I chuckled, propping myself up to my knees again. “I hate them too. Just fuck me raw.” I whispered and he placed soft kisses on my ass cheeks while I wiggled on his face. I felt the tip of his cock rub against my wet pussy and I moaned just from the feeling as he hissed in pleasure.

"I spent most of my life chasing the idea of success. Not people. Not love. Just control. And when you came into my world, I tried to control that too. Tried to present us to the rest of the world in a way that worked. But love doesn't make sense, does it?" He looked down, then back up, his eyes locking with hers. "I hurt you. I broke something that was supposed to be protected. And I will regret it every day of my life. But I don't apologize. I stand here to tell you I see you. The real you. The strong, beautiful, infuriating, brilliant woman who deserves someone who doesn't stutter when it comes to choosing her." Her teeth clenched, tears burning behind her eyes. "You could've said that to