Mother I Crave Violence Gif Novels & Stories

she said as I suddenly got angry, standing up. As she raised her head, I slapped her aggressively, making everyone in the room stunned. “Don’t you ever say she was favored by the Alpha. She was cunning. She made the Alpha fall for her, and that is why he's in this situation. Don’t ever say something as stupid as that again.” And with that, I covered my frown with a smile as everyone looked stunned and went back to normal, like I had not just slapped Fiona's mother. “What do you want us to do, Luna?” she said, and I suddenly felt excited.

A feral snarl rips from her throat, fangs bared, hunger blazing in her gaze. I panic yet also unable to react as I watch her and choke back sobs, my heart slamming against my ribs as my father rips me away. Mum’s hands slam against the bars, her breath coming out in deep, ragged gasps, her body trembling in her frustration. I could see her hunger so immense, could feel her bloodlust seeping from her skin.

As I entered the room, my mother's scowl greeted me, her eyes flashing with anger. "What were you thinking, pointing a gun at a guest in front of all those people?" she seethed, her voice dripping with venom. Before I could respond, her hand came flying towards my face, the force of the slap sending shockwaves of pain through my cheek. Tears sprang to my eyes as I recoiled, the sting of the blow burning like fire. "Beg for forgiveness," my mother demanded, her voice cold and unforgiving. With trembling hands, I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my face as I pleaded for their forgiveness. But it was no use. My mother raised her hand once more, the threat of another blow looming over me.

We tumbled off the bed, rolling to a stop against the wall. “Stop,” he hissed, grabbing me by the throat. I swung at him, but he flipped me over and pinned me again, squeezing my neck. A sharp, hoarse laugh escaped his throat. “So much drama with me, but you let my elderly mother toss you down the stairs.” He leaned down and brushed his mouth over mine, stealing my breath away. “Is this what you want? Violence? Does it excite you, Sera, knowing you’re seconds away from the end of your life?” It did. He did.

She again screamed at me. I fasten my grip around her neck and gave it a little squeeze to chock her, hot tears slide down from her eyes. " Dare you kashvi to call me bastard again. I love my mother a lot I don't know how much I love her but I even can kill you with my own hands if I have to only for my mother," I said to her in my usual dominating rough voice and left her neck but didn't move away from her laying body. She closed her eyes and facepalmed to hide her weeping face from me but I pulled her hands away from her face to pushed them down carefully not to hurt her hands as IV needles were attached to her hands.

Of all those sights the one that gave me chills the most was my mom cradling Jermaine in her arms on the floor both their bodies battered bloodied and bruised but for some reason Jermaine isn't breathing even though i can't see any fatal wounds. Mom's eyes are swollen and completely red which means she has gone feral, I took a step towards her but the ferocious growl that left her lips made me halt my steps. I tried talking to her but she wouldn't listen to me she was too far gone I couldn't get her to calm down or allow me to look at Jermaine every time I tried she would snap at me.

I hiss in pain and fall to my knees; the ground is hard under me, sending pain rocking up my body, my head automatically leans into her grip in an attempt to lessen the pain. “Where the fuck is my money, you little bitch?” My mother snarls down at me; I should have expected an attack the second I realised she’d managed to get her hands on my paycheque. The money was never hers to begin with but her gin-soaked brain will never see it that way; she just wants the money for more booze. she’s not going to be happy until she's drunk herself into a grave.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Exchange, Anal Play/Sex, Choking, Spanking, Nipple Play, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. Breakfast was a masterclass in psychological torture. My mother was humming as she flipped pancakes, and my stepfather was buried behind a digital newspaper, oblivious to the fact that his son had spent the previous evening claiming his daughter on the kitchen island.

“I want to moan in a way I have never moaned before, I want to choke on my breath and choke on your cum. “Fill me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Mr. Criminal! “ She whispered right in his ears.

No hesitation. Her back slammed lightly against the chopper as he thrust into her hard, fast, raw. The breath left her lungs. She held onto him like gravity had failed. She moaned into his mouth. He caught it, swallowed it whole. Every movement was roughened grief. Desperation. Rage at their fathers, their pasts, their fractured alliance. Sex as survival. When he came, it was with a curse and her name broken across his lips. She pressed her face into his neck as her own climax tore through her, silence like a scream withheld.