Sadistic Beauty Novels & Stories

He was like a sadist monster who only knew how to fulfill his hunger; Indeed he was a sadistic monster. He continuously moved in and out. My pulse increased, my heartbeats were at a rapid pace, and my sweat-covered body begged for an escape. There was nothing romantic or pleasurable in this encounter; It was bloody painful, yet in this trauma, there was a need for a release too.

She will somehow have to take them down by herself and if they sense any fear coming from her, they will capitalize. “Look,” Another one smiles sinisterly at her, “you’re a very beautiful woman and I’d hate to cause any damage to that pretty face of yours, so just cooperate and come with us.” “You’re right about her being pretty,” another one chuckles, stepping towards her, “if she’s a good girl, we can have her warm our cocks, we can take turns or even run a train on her,” he chuckles maniacally and his pals join in his laughter.

The feverish crescendo matched the music's pounding heartbeat—a rhythm unyielding, an illusion I couldn't break. The outline of Lana's body was familiar yet unremarkable as I lost myself in the frenzy of pursuit. Desperate to escape reality, my thrusts became erratic, seeking satisfaction that eluded my bruised heart. Her cries rose in pitch, cascading over me like an echo of emotions I couldn’t reciprocate. She begged me for more, and compliance was automatic.

He pulled off the beanie she was wearing and then twirled a strand of her hair. "I love to break arrogant people's egos, and I love to make them fearless. I love to ignite helplessness in the hearts of the confident. And you know one thing I love the most?" Silica asked while whispering in Eléonor's ears. "I love to make beautiful girls scream, as they'll be weak with no strength in bed." He mumbled with a sadistic snarl, and his hot and smelly breath laced her neck skin.

I swallowed hard, weighing this in the balance for any rational soul causes complete fear, it is incalculably sadistic that someone would be so nasty to expose the death of some wretches in the own skin, in one's own body a trophy. And my absolute damn reactions went against sanity because I was even more drawn into the whole situation and was even more tempted to touch those totally straight strands of hair to kiss her. — What would make me a part of it? – I asked watching her. She laughed, it was such an exciting and delightful thing to watch that I felt my entire libido being driven by her hoarseness, her perversity and irony. She has me in her hands, she can do whatever she wants, a tatt

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

Becoming quicker and quicker. “Wow,” Frank whispered behind me and I could understand his feeling. Yes, Sophia was that beautiful. It was that beauty, plus her sensuality and the energy she carried that had gotten my attention. But then those qualities didn't overshadow her evil qualities when you came closer. She had this ability to drag you closer and when you're not conscious, drain the life out of you. Like a succubus. Kai was staring at the screen but he didn't seem to be affected by what he was seeing, but Aria on the other hand was looking very pissed off, like she should be staring at something but didn't have the choice to.

he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since you're this beautiful, I'll kill you and make your corpse my wife."

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.