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he stated, his face blank. "So you don't like talking to anybody?" I questioned. He shrugged. "Nah." "I must be lucky then." I laughed quietly. "Consider yourself lucky then. So what's a beautiful woman like you being here all. Alone." "I don't know. I kinda felt weird that I'm the only person that came with a different color outfit." I pursed my lips and I blushed as he lazily scanned my dress. "I think you look beautiful," he said. "T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan."

I kiss him, after a while, he parts my lips with his and his tongue touches mine. And I feel like I'm burning. He moves his hands to my hips and wraps my legs around his hip and I feel his naked body under the warm water. I don't stop him, I don't know why, I just kiss him harder and feel his moaning and heavy breathing. Desire is a strong feeling. He kisses the sensitive skin of my neck and I run my fingers in his wet, silky hair, biting my lower lip. Suddenly the flashbacks come back. "Uhhh!" I scream and push him away.

I'm trembling with fear and desire, unable and unwilling to stop what's happening, and I keep seeing him move with insane speed and deadly force, punching, breaking, blood and agony, but for me his pain is mixed with pleasure, never one without the other. That's how we work: a duality, the two of us as opposites, pleasure and pain, love and hate. In tandem, orbiting each other. Everything he does is intensified ten-fold because of the contrasts he stokes in me and the heat of him is like an oven as he sucks my neck and whispers in my ear.

What I was feeling in this moment was something words could not describe. It was painful yet filled with an inordinate amount of pleasure. I wanted him to stop, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to go slower and harder at the same time. Unable to understand all the conflicting emotions, I wrapped my legs around the alpha's waist as he continued to slam into me. The pain had begun to ebb, giving way to more pleasure. The sort of pleasure that was biltong, a whole flood in my womanhood. Oh Kieran, you should stop. I egger him

I know that I should be trying to fight him off, but I can't help but feel a sense of pleasure in the midst of all this pain. And then I realize something even more shocking - I want it to be rough. I want him to be even more forceful with me. It's a dark desire that I've never felt before, and it scares me. But at the same time, it's thrilling.

It was a dance of passion and surrender, a fusion of conflicting desires that blurred the lines between pleasure and pain. I sensed Marius’s unwavering determination as he continued, his touch becoming more urgent yet calculated. It was a heady mix of desire and control, leaving me both exhilarated and anxious. There was an undeniable allure in being pursued by someone as striking and charismatic as Marius, his presence commanding attention and igniting a primal response within me.

“Oh, yes. It’s real. It’s part of people's fantasy, you know. And those that love a medley of pain and pleasure are regarded as sadists. They get super turned on by stuff like this.” I gape my mouth in an ‘o' not able to slam it shut. I want pleasure but not pain. I can’t stand that. I just can’t. She slings her arm on my shoulder and whispers. “It might sound shitty to you but when your body gets molded into it, you can’t demand pleasure without it being spiced by pain. Trust me.” I don’t like her words. I don’t like the fact she openly tells me pains work hand in hand with pleasure. It’s sickening. For a moment there, my mind beings to reel with thoughts about Dima being a sadist as she ta

In the middle of the savage fucking and methodical thrusts, my belly tightens, my nipples pucker and my skin heat so suddenly, I think he’s probably killing me with his thing. “Mmm. Such a good girl. Do you feel your cunt milking my cock?” My mouth falls open, but only choked gasps escape. My heart thunders as the tightening heightens and the pain morphs into the exact opposite. Pleasure. Boundless. Absolutely insane. It’s the type of desire that comes from extreme pain. The knowledge that he wants me so much, he’s hurting me. He wants to hurt me. He finds pleasure in chasing, manhandling, and fucking me like an animal.

As though my every cry, wince and whimpers are melodious to his hearing. Well am damn familiar with such position. I lived such unfavourable life back at my home pack. As much as I desire lying, I must admit it ain't a life one ever want or should ever desire. Same level I desire it not, same level I desire not it replay within red blood pack with alpha Ron. I desire not it repeats itself. It's really a messed life!. People derive pleasure from your ever pains, agony and intensive suffering. That really is cruel. I term death preferable to repitition of such soul shattering life.

I have always been frightened of men; they have always been the ones to harm me rather than women. But I feel safe with this man. I put the bandages back into the first aid box and I get out some sterile water and some pads to help clean and dress the wounds. This is when I am grateful for living on my own, I have had to learn to look after myself. I move closer to the man. “I am so sorry sir, but this will hurt.” I say sadly. I hate this part when I clean my own wounds, so I know this man is going to be in pain and I hate it.