Is Shatter Me Spicy Novels & Stories

"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.

"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.

And yet, she couldn’t ignore the way his touch still burned against her skin, or the way his gaze had flickered with something he refused to name. She moved to the bar cart in the corner, pouring herself a glass of wine with shaking hands. The first sip was bitter, but it grounded her. She needed to remind herself who she was—who she had become. No more being at Killian Blackwood’s mercy. But as she stared into the deep red of her drink, the warmth of his lips still haunting her own, she knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

His grip was unshakable. "Let go of me, Liam!" I snapped, breathless. "You're insane. He didn't flinch. Instead, he stared up at me with those eyes...those dark, unreadable eyes that always saw too much. "Look at you," he murmured. "Turning red just because i mentioned your little boyfriend's name." I twisted in his hold, trying to free myself, but it was useless. His hands didn't budge. My frustration reached its peak, and without thinking, I spat directly in his face.

That heat wasn’t just shame. It was me. And fuck, I can’t wait to drag every sound out of her throat, to fill her so deep she forgets her own name…until she’s trembling, shattered, and breaking apart under me where she belongs.