Novel & Cerita Non Consensual

I snickered when Erica's face twisted into a grimace, "it felt wrong, though. I don't know how to describe it..." Erica's eyes widened and she leaned half her body over the circular table between us, dropping her voice to a harsh, seething whisper, "Did that asshat force himself on you?" "No," I shrieked, shaking my head vehemently, "Gosh no, of course not. It was consensual but it just didn't feel right. I really don't know how to explain it."

My eyes rolled back. “Let’s just have a quickie. The boys will be in the dorm any minute ,” he growled. “Then ram that thick old cock in my dripping cunt now,” I hissed, voice cracking with need. “Are you on birth control or something?” he shot back . “No. That’s crap. Who needs that? We’re in a new century.” I snapped. “Just shove your cock in my pussy already!” I practically yelled. “Okay, fine… a condom?” he said.

she said frustratedly. "No," I affirmed. "T-then… how about a one night thing!" Her voice sounds so desperate that it almost ate my heart. Being able to think those thoughts, I became embarrassed, "Who do you think I am?!" My heart almost became a crumpled mess. Even in the past I haven't even touched a woman's tush, aunt Eve's descendants really do take His word to procreate too seriously. 'Wouldn’t I be no different from my old man if I did that?'

“And if something happens that I hadn’t agreed to?” “Then the person broke consent,” Marco said firmly, all playfulness gone from his voice. “And you leave, report them, never play with them again. Consent is ongoing and enthusiastic. If someone ignores your boundaries, it’s not BDSM—it’s abuse. Unfortunately, no community is perfect. But here, we work hard to hold each other accountable, because our safety depends on it.”

RIVER BROWN “Want me to lick it better?” Connor asks as if he is asking me if he can have some English tea and not something as awkward as… “No!” my voice comes harsh. Connor doesn’t falter, doesn’t even acknowledge my no as something meant to keep him away from me. “Why not?” his voice tumbles down to a rumble. Like a bear waking up from hibernation in a cave. It’s absurd. “It’s wrong. Wrong for you…any of you to touch me”

As though he was at a loss for words, Mike shrugged his shoulder. What just happened was above his imagination. "Will she be dead?" Noah continued. Mike raised his eyebrows, knowing that this could actually be a possibility and replied calmly, "Maybe." "There wasn't any relapse of his condition this time, isn't it? Do you think he is recovered?" Noah was quite surprised. Even Mike nodded in agreement. "I hope so" They stood there looking bewildered, and Mike was prepared to bolt inside the moment Robert made a move. After all, getting touched by a woman was his boss's greatest taboo.

she corrects. “Accountable to who?” I ask. Maris gestures to the chamber. “To everyone here.” I glance around. There are hundreds, maybe more. That’s not accountability. That’s cover. I move closer to the edge of the table, voice calm but firm. “Do you believe consent should be regulated?” A murmur. Maris answers quickly. “Consent should be safeguarded.” “That wasn’t my question,” I say. Rowan’s low chuckle ripples from beside me, sharp and pleased.

"So, Raina do you know incidents in sexual intimacy that can be considered rape or sexual assault" Tara asks and I frown at her. "Of course," I say with a shrug. What is with this weird question? "So, you must know being under the influence of alcohol means no clear indication right? A one must verbally say yes," she says and I drop my spoon on the causing it to clank. "What are you trying to say, Tara, just say it clearly," I say, annoyingly. "What happened to you that night was not consensual, you were --" I glared at her. "Don't you dare to complete the sentence, Tara? Don't you dare?

"There's a word for that. It's called harassment." Rocco froze. "A problem?" "I was just trying to explain..." "I don't need an explanation," I cut him off. "We called off the engagement. You don't have to report to me." "We did not!" Rocco's voice rose. "I don't agree to call it off!" "That's not your decision to make," I said, turning to walk to my room. "Please stop ruining my vacation." Rocco hurried after me. "A vacation?" He let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh. "Is that what you call this? Running around Italy with a Volkov?"

The Underboss, sitting next to me, leaned in and said in a low, teasing voice, "Ava, what's this all about? Damian didn't even mention your engagement." "You want me to say something to the Don?" I shook my head and took a sip of wine. "There's no need." A relationship that neither party was willing to acknowledge would only become a joke if brought up by a third person. My stomach churned. I stood up and walked out to the terrace for some air. The terrace had a perfect view of the private garden below. In the dim light, I saw two figures beneath the old oak tree.