Ravage Sexually Novels & Stories

ALEXANDER Finding Isabella being harassed by that guy almost drove me crazy, seeing his filthy hands on her almost made me tear his head off, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to beat him until it was engraved in his mind that he should never do something similar, I wanted to break each one of his fingers just for holding her and I only managed to restrain myself because I had Isabella close and I didn't want to scare her, I think she wouldn't be ok seeing so much violence after what her dad did to her.

His fingers dug into my wrists harder as he growled against my mouth, his breath ragged with fury. The taste of him, mixed with the scent of his skin and the faint hint of alcohol, was overwhelming. My heart raced in my chest, not from desire but from fear, from the sheer panic that was building inside me. His lips moved over mine with reckless force, as if he were trying to erase every trace of the pain he’d caused and claim me all over again—on his terms, in his twisted way.

He wasn't done with the Wigglesworth's family yet. But even more, he wasn't done with Miguel Marcola. Although Miguel Marcola dissapeared with no traces five years ago, Ragnar Marshall still swore to make him or any of his seed pay. He remembered, just two days after his release from the dark room where he had spent ten years, seven sex addict women were sent to his room, he was drugged so his manhood could be hard so the seven women raped him until he passed out. This was Miguel Marcola's ways. He does it to all his sex slaves to make them become 'men.'

she slurred, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “That's it, baby. Cum,” I cooed, thrusting into her faster and faster as I felt the ripples in my cock, desperate to release my seed into her wet vagina. Ravenna let out a soundless scream, arching her back so high, with her eyes rolled back in her head and mouth open in a raptured moan. It was so erotic it pushed me off the edge immediately. I threw my head back, spilling into the rubber as I came.

Our voices filled the room—mine high and shattered, climbing into screams. His deep and broken, guttural, desperate. “FUUUCCCKKK,” he roared, voice cracking like glass. I came undone beneath him, body seizing, pussy clenching around him like a fist, milking him. He poured into me—hot, thick, endless sperm—flooding me, marking me, owning me from the inside out. “Ahh… ahh…” he groaned, a sound I’d never heard from any man—soft, wrecked, vulnerable.

Sir Trevor lay there, battered and broken, shirtless, his pale skin marred with long, cruel red stripes. Some wounds were so profound, they cut deep into his flesh, oozing with blood. The scent of blood filled her nostrils, and she quivered with despair. "What have they done to you?" She whispered, the question wasn't meant to be answered, but his gaze locked with her's. "Nothing too much to bear, every mark was worth it." Tears blurred her vision; she forced her gaze upward again until they met Ragaleon's. "Have you no humanity?" Her voice trembled. The suffering of Trevor touched her so much that she now had no regrets for her adulterous deeds.

“After I broke up with you. I got so angry, I thought you didn't love me that much. I didn't even think straight but thought being a rogue could actually be the answer. I wanted to wreck my life totally and then agreeing to Raphael's offer was what I could do. He made me a rogue by bonding Chelsea and I but I knew it didn't work the way he expected because after rejecting you, I was supposed to be disconnected from you but I was still connected to you”

He parts his lips open and close it around one, while his hands are squeezing, and pressing hard on the peak of the other. “Ha….“ I scream out, my toes curling. I grab his head tightly and press him harder on my breasts. Riven parts my thighs apart and bury his fingers deep inside me. It's glide in and out freely, my juice dripping out in the process and staining my thighs. “Oh.. NO!“ my hand fly away from Rafe's head and I wrap it around Riven's wrist. “My cunt is so ruined! Ah ah ah.“ Riven starts thrusting in and out, his base grazing over my clit. “You love this huh? Did we fuck you better than your asshole husband?“

“Summon them in.” There are torments a woman may endure, but none so soul-rending as when her body is taken by force. To partake in passion by will is one thing—but to be ravaged against one’s will is to suffer a fate worse than death. It rends the spirit, crushes the breath of dignity, and leaves behind a hollow vessel. Turn upon turn, Ravena watched with perverse delight as Scarlet was overpowered—defiled by six men summoned for her ruin. They used her as one would discard a torn garment, leaving neither pause nor pity. Her cries rang out into the stone walls, but no salvation came.

"They say you're a beast in bed. Don't you want to ravage me?" Ravage? Okay this girl was completely high. And why do girls always call me a beast? They should see Ryu in action. "Uh, I'm sorry but I'm not in the mood" "Oh come on" she said snaking a hand over my shoulder as she trailed a finger down my chest. "You can't say that you don't want me. Aren't I sexy enough for you?" I grabbed the hand that was now dangerously close to my crotch, stopping it from advancing any further then stepped out of her hold "I said no. Leave me alone"