Novel & Cerita Pain Is Beautiful

She couldn't stop crying,as that was the only thing she could do at that moment. She had always imagined losing her innocence on her wedding night to the man she loves. But she just lost it to a total stranger,and not just any stranger,a psychopathic one. The most painful part was the dishonoring and shameful way she lost it. Seconds turned into slow long agonizing minutes,but the Don wasn't done yet. Amaya's tears seemed to turn him on the more,and fuel his hunger. He groaned in her ears and that seemed to irritate her. She had stopped crying,as the tears had refused to come anymore.

"Luke, there's something else you need to know. "The day I wheeled Natalie into the operating room, she was shaking uncontrollably. She had bitten her tongue so hard that it was a bloody mess. He paused, then hesitantly continued, "I reviewed her medical report today. Turns out, she has an abnormally high sensitivity to pain." Luke stiffened. "She must have heard our conversation that day," Harvey finished. Luke's eyes were filled with despair and dread, his entire body frozen as if his blood had turned to ice.

"I'm wired differently than most people, or maybe just most women, or hell, maybe just most women I know. Sweet sex has a time and a place, but primarily it's not in my life. I want to feel our encounter tomorrow and a couple days after that. I want visible signs of it when I take a shower. Each movement, sitting or standing, that sore feeling women like in their pussy, I want it all over my body. I want remnants of your handprints staining my ass tomorrow, bite marks on my breasts. I need to hurt every time I sit down to pee, my pussy too sensitive to wear anything but a billowy dress. With every movement of a muscle, I want to remember that my body was used for someone else's pleasure. Tha

The applause and cheers from the audience were like thunder in his ears, both thrilling and bewildering. Then, as the reality of his victory sank in, Bless's face erupted into a radiant, gap-toothed grin that could light up the entire room. His dimples deepened, and his eyes sparkled with pure joy. His body seemed to tremble with excitement, and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer.

With that, he entered her, despite the surge of pain she felt, he still went on now trying to be gentle and at the same time rough. They moved together in perfect sync, her body feeling his body on hers. She was simply in a seventh heaven..... ^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^ Hey there so how was the first chapter? Share your thoughts, suggestions and ideas by commenting (｡♡‿♡｡) Also don't forget to click on the vote button if you like it... More chapters soon coming...

He wasn’t sure how would he console Denzel. He let out a shaky breath and put his head on the backrest. Bright looked at him with so much pain in his eyes. Why he had to suffer always? Why it was always Cyrus hurting in the end? Why always he was supposed to be strong for everyone. He had seen him. When Tasha was kidnapped and murdered. When Denzel hide the truth of his pregnancy. And now.

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

She started to laugh and clapped her hands in glee. “I'm having so much fun, you know. How about we take this outside huh?” She sneered as she bent her head so that she was staring into my eyes. I swallowed painfully and bit back a cry of pain. You said you could handle this, Nat. You said you would no matter what happened just for Patty's sake. I just didn't think whatever was coming would come so fast. It was all happening so fast. My scalp was on fire and my cheeks burned with pain, and I suddenly had a migraine.

He was careful around the marks, barely touching them, just cleaning them gently while his face showed something that might have been regret or guilt or satisfaction, I couldn't tell which. "Does it hurt?" he asked as his fingers traced a particularly dark bruise on my thigh. "Yes," I said honestly. "But in a good way, in a way that reminds me I'm still alive." His hand stilled and his dark eyes met mine. "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard." "It's the truth," I said with a shrug that sent water sloshing. "Pain from pleasure is better than pain from cruelty, and at least when you hurt me I chose it, I asked for it, I wanted it."

“Beautiful? You just saw me ugly cry, spill tears and snot all over your chest, and slobbered in your arms—” “And you’re still the most beautiful woman to me,” he interjects, tilting my face upwards with his index finger. “So I’ll ask again; do you feel better now, beautiful? Was being honest about your pain as cathartic to you as it was to me hearing it?” “I…” I trail off as his gaze burns into mine. “It was…thank you.”