Ravage Sexually Novels & Stories

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.

This would be the best angry sex ever. He threw the cigarette on the floor, crushing it with his foot. He undid his jacket and began folding his shirt cuffs, exposing his veiny hands. He folded them to his elbow. With a smirk on his face, he began walking toward the maze, “You better be ready, Raven, for the hunt began.” He had never felt this amount of thrill in his blood. He was getting harder by the second. He had dirty sex, hot sex, and orgies, all because he couldn’t have her, but tonight’s sex will top them all.

Ravyn arched into him, making small sounds of pleasure that were partly performance and partly genuine response to physical sensation, her leg hooking around his as she ground against him with the kind of desperate urgency that suggested they were seconds away from stripping each other naked right there against the wall. They maintained the intensity for several minutes—long enough to make bruises, long enough to mess up hair and clothing, long enough that anyone watching would be thoroughly convinced they'd been engaging in hard, intense, barely controlled passion. When they finally separated, both were breathing hard, their appearances thoroughly disheveled, looking exactly like people who

Impatient. “Gonna split this tight little ass open,” he muttered. “Make you our three-hole fuckdoll. You’ll be thanking me when I’m buried and you’re crying.” I was sobbing already; my mascara running black rivers, spit bubbling around Ryde’s dick, body rocking between them like a toy. Jax pounding my pussy, Ryde fucking my throat, Kai stretching my ass with mean fingers. Ryde yanked out sudden, slapped his wet cock across my cheek. Spit strings connecting us. “Beg, Raven. Beg us to ruin your worthless holes.”

My holes felt stretched and full, a delicious ache that only served to heighten my arousal. “Ruin me, destroy me,” I begged, my words coming out in a desperate plea. “Break my pussy,” Both of them hissed and cursed a sound that only fueled my lust. And then, as if something primal had been unleashed within them, their movements became more punishing, more relentless. I was no longer a delicate glass that might break, but a glass they aimed to break.

The sex was explosive. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my existence. We crashed into each other like a wreck, kissing violently and aggressively, like we hated each other again. I tugged at his hair and he gripped at my waist, his tongue dominating my mouth. I scratched down the back of his neck all the way down his spine underneath his shirt. He ripped off my clothes, as if he was angry I even put them on, and I was gasping for breath as I became vividly aware of the deadly weapons next to my head as he fucked me. We were not making love this time; we were avenging. I ravaged him, and he ravaged me, like a physical fight without the violence. Sometimes he took charge and oth

I’m sure my own eyes are dark brown with Samson forward, ready to mark his mate properly this time. When she begins to lose her rhythm, I grab her hips, forcing her up and over the peak of pleasure. She screams as she comes hard on cock, then leans forward, sinking her canines into my neck as she continues to grind on me. Pleasure and power explode into me as Alayla’s venom floods my system. I roar my own release as my body jerks from the force of my orgasm and I sink my canines into Reagan’s marking spot.

Raven was still shaking uncontrollably in Damien’s arms on the leather couch, her body limp and leaking from every hole, when he decided it wasn’t enough. The rage and possessive terror from the gangbang threat had ignited something feral and unrelenting inside him. He needed to break her completely to shatter every last fragment of resistance or fear and remake her entirely as his.

I snickered with her. "Are you..." She raised her eyebrows at me. "Insisting that you...want it...rough?" I nodded as my reply, knowing that I needed some sort of sexual release from both my pent up aggression and rage, and my emotions. I hadn't my vape since the attack at the lounge, and by this point, it was either dead, or just straight up fucking broke. I watched as she gave in. "Consider it a deal." She resigned. She slightly moved away from me and she as she did, I felt my clothes coming off, and without even thinking, I reached over and started taking her clothes off and then as if on cue, we created a rhythm and we fell onto each other.