Paige Killer Porn Novels & Stories

She dug her knee into his broken arm and leaned down to his face, pressing a cold blade against his neck. The steel glinted in the dim streetlight. He gulped, his Adam’s apple scraping against the edge. “I-I’m sorry!” “Never show up here again.” Aria’s voice was ice-cold. “Pretend you never saw any of us here. If I find out you blabbed, or if I ever see you again…” With a smooth flick, she sliced off the tip of his left ear. He screamed for a second, but she quickly silenced him by smashing his jaw into the ground.

" I quizzed, desperate to find a way to reassure her. After a small moment, her voice pushed through from the speakers again, "The one with the weird name who looked like he murders people for a living?" Well, that description certainly didn't help. It settled with her for a while before a strained gasp escaped her throat, "Ishtar! Don't tell me he's the-" "Yes," I confirmed, "But listen…" I went ahead to explain everything that had happened between Damian and me, including the compromising situations we always seemed to find ourselves in. I didn't mention the part about Minerva, not yet.

Her chest trembles in a sigh, and I release one of her nipples, accelerating her climax, my hand finds her clit and I force it until she starts moaning loudly, so loud that she sounds like a porn actress, my own porn actress, and fuck if this doesn't turn me on. "Fuck," I roar. "Do you like how I fuck you?" I never talk during sex, I don't expect any comments afterward, but damn, the words just escape me. Paige looks at me, holds my gaze for a second. "Fuck yes" she replies. Her eyes roll back, and her body trembles in an orgasm that takes me to mine. She squeezes my cock with an incredible warmth, and her nipple digs into the palm of my hand. I can't hold back anymore, and I spill into the

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.

she says as she turns the laptop to me. All I catch is shadowed images of a man's form. Nothing that gets his face up close in any of the shots. Sarissa scrolls down countless images of countless horror deadlines as she continues talking. “They say that he is dangerous,” she says, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world when she comes across posts and articles highlighting his horrors. “They say he is a vile, wicked killer. No-mercy man. Always ready to put a bullet in the head of anyone who dares to cross him or betray him.” She looks at me, eyes crinkling with excitement, derangement and pure anticipation. “Isn't that perfect?”

I scroll through with growing horror. [Never would have guessed. You act so pure normally, claiming to be the only daughter of Moonborn Pack's Alpha, but you're just a bitch] [How much per night, sister? Nine ninety-nine with free home delivery?] [Feeling lonely, little kitten? I can deliver to your door] [Holy shit, she's wild! Look at her go in video #47!] [This is why you can't trust these high-class bitches. They're all whores underneath]

asked the chief of police “Honestly chief Robert’s, I can’t tell, maybe a chainsaw or something but we’re searching the body for prints of the killer and we’ve yet to identify who this person is but what we can tell so far is that it’s a female in her twenties I think” replied the forensic expert Paula “Hmm, do what you have to do, identify victim and let me know what you find out the killer. I can’t have some psycho killer like that on the loose in this city”.