Is Shatter Me Spicy Novels & Stories

This has always been what he longed for. Isabella, unable to reach him and punch him, moved her head forward until she was close to his face and spat on him. She felt pleased. At least she had belittled him to some extent. She smiled mischievously and gave Lukas Briston a smirk. Lukas Briston was furious. He gnawed at her. How dare she disrespect him and spat on him? He wouldn't give her a chance to do so again. " Countdown to your death. Your days are numbered and I will see that you will eat no food nor drink any water until your death.

My anger stuttered for half a second. Because standing there was pure trouble. Low-riding denim shorts hung loose on narrow hips, exposing a sharp V-cut that disappeared into shadow. His chest was bare, inked with dark tattoos that curled over broad shoulders and thick, corded arms. Dark eyes, lazy smirk—the kind of man who treated sleep like an option and sin like a full-time job. For one dangerous second, I forgot why I’d come over. Then the bass kicked back up behind him and my brain rebooted.

Every shallow breath drags fresh sparks across my skin. I’m trembling—small, helpless shivers I can’t control, and I hate how exposed it makes me feel, how much I want him to notice and do it again. My heart hammers against my ribs like it’s trying to break free and run straight to him. Slade lifts his head just enough to meet my eyes, lips still glistening, his voice low and rough with amusement. “Look at you. Shaking like a leaf.” He drags the pad of his thumb over the sensitive peak he just bit, watching me flinch and arch. “Still with me, Baby Girl?”

"Milk my cock with that greedy pussy. Gonna flood you so full you'll leak me all day." I shattered hard, cumming so intense I saw stars exploding behind my eyes, walls spasming wild around his massive shaft, clenching and pulsing as juices gushed, soaking us both. I bit his neck hard to muffle my scream, teeth sinking in as wave after wave ripped through me, body shaking violent on the counter.

"No. I need to do this alone. But thank you for offering." We hung up, and I sat on my couch wondering what Mirabel had written. Knowing my sister, it was probably full of guilt and self-pity. But maybe, just maybe, there was something real in there too. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Anthony. "My father dissolved the partnership with Samuel today. It's official." I read the message twice, then typed back. "How is he taking it?" "Not well. But it's done." "And how are you taking it?"

And he said no. “Are you serious?” My voice cracked. Angry. Hurt. Humiliated. “Yeah.” He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “I want you. Bad. But not like this. Not when you go home to him after.” I shoved his chest. Hard. He let me slide down. My heels hit the floor. My legs shook so bad I almost fell. Had to grab the mirror to steady myself. “You’re fucking kidding me,” I spat. Hands trembling. Body on fire. Freezing. Aching.

“Desire on the Half-Shell. The scallop is seared in rendered succubus butter, the reduction is a reduction of pomegranate, Szechuan peppercorn, and a tincture of crushed angel’s trumpet petals.” Lyriamme took the offered fork, her fingers brushing against his. A spark, literal and hot, jumped between their skin. She didn’t flinch. She brought the morsel to her lips. The flavor was an explosion, sweet, briny, and then the slow, building burn of the pepper that made her tongue tingle and her blood feel warmer. A faint, pleasant dizziness washed over her, sharpening her senses instead of dulling them. She could smell the clean, smoky scent of his skin over the food, and her own arousal, musky a

"OOOH YESSS I WANTED THIS... OOOH YESSS... I'VE ALWAYS WANTED THIS! DESTROY ME, MAKE ME YOUR FILTHY SLUT... GOOOOD... YESSS... I WANNA TAKE IT ALL... FUUUUCK IT'S TOO MUCH!" "NO IT'S NOT—THIS IS JUST THE SCRATCH, FUCK!" I screamed HARDER, shattering, cumming so violent my pussy gripped his cock like a fist, milking him desperate. I shattered AGAIN, cumming harder—fuck, I lost count, didn't care. Body arched high, shaking uncontrollable, pain be damned—this felt so GOOD, so FUCKING GOOD I loved it, craved the ruin, the break. "OOOH YESSS... TAKE ME TAKE ME TAKE ME SO WELL, SO DEEP! I'VE BEEN WAITING TO RUIN YOU, MAKE THIS PUSSY ADDICTED TO MY COCK!"

“Let me feel it. Shatter for me, princess.” It was the command that broke her. A sharp, ragged cry tore from her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated release. Her body convulsed around me, a series of rhythmic, gripping spasms that squeezed my cock with impossible pressure. The sensation tore a roar from my own throat. My own climax detonated at the base of my spine, a white-hot eruption that flooded her, pulse after relentless pulse, as I buried myself to the hilt and held there, shaking.

I nodded, a wave of understanding and quiet happiness for my brother washing over me. Feeling a little lighter, I picked up a piece of the spicy shrimp stick from my snack plate and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. The happiness was short-lived. A searing, volcanic heat exploded on my tongue, racing down my throat. I had underestimated just how spicy it was. My eyes watered instantly, and my breath hitched. I began to cough violently, my body lurching forward as I choked, the peaceful moment shattered by a fit of gasping and panic.