Sadistic Beauty Novels & Stories

My mind was lost in the raw pleasure, thoughts of how dirty this was, sharing her like this, but it only fueled the fire, my thrusts growing erratic as climax built. We rotated, her riding Davis's cock reverse while sucking me, then me on my back with her bouncing on my dick, Davis feeding her his shaft. Everyone's holes were leaking now—her pussy creaming around us, our cocks glistening with her juices and pre-cum, asses clenching in anticipation. Scarlett came multiple times, screaming our names, body shuddering, but she wasn't satisfied. “Davis, fuck Jackson's ass," she ordered, eyes wild, pushing me onto all fours. "While he eats me out. I want to feel his tongue in my hole."

I took a deep breath, laid back into the car seat and closed my eyes. And the first thing my brain did was to summon the image of Dario Moretti’s naked body. My eyes flew open instantly and I sat up straight. Heck No! I need to get this man out of my bloody mind. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and texted Piper. She's a psychologist and a damn good one at that. I don't care what she had to do— Hypnosis, brainwashing . Whatever it takes to get Dario Moretti out of my system!

To kill a monster, you must become one yourself *~* Cracking of bones, screams of anguish and agony, reddish liquid spread all over, the sound of lugubrious cries, taste of salty tears. All were like a melodious sound to his ears, and a blissful scene in his eyes. His lips curved into a smile, his smile was sadistic, atrocious, inhumane, and fiendish, a complete display of the man he was, the real rapscallion in our closet, the nightmares that stalked the weak, languid, and even the vigorous of mind.

Holden squatted and asked Sabrina, who was lying on the ground and could not get up after being beaten by Mindy, “Do you think her scent smelled nice?” Mindy instantly said with a mocking and narcissistic tone. “Hey, my young lord, why are you asking her? She’s just an ugly b*tch. Look at that ugly face. She can’t even open her eyes. I know she’s your guest, so don’t worry. We already know she is your guest, so none of the men here would dare to let her die. It’s just that these men could not be with their wives all year long, and since this woman is already so hideous, so just let these men satisfy their cravings, alright?”

Her hair was straight black, eyes were dark, and figure a perfect glass hour. “Being beautiful is fearsome, upsetting, and tiring. It’s excruciating,” she whined. “I never wanted attention, all I want is peace. Can you just make me ugly, Levi?” I was expecting that she would laugh after what she had said, but she didn’t. Her eyes were begging. For what? To be ugly? Her emotions couldn’t hide at her innocent face, but as I gazed intently into her eyes, there was a flicker of emotion I couldn’t identify yet.

ZouMi kept looking at the lake and asked, as if the calm lake would answer her. "This is what I'm, look the beauty, oh, so gorgeous. But, no, that's what my face is not me." Turning her head left to right, her lips lifted upward in a bitter smile, "Look the beauty has no one when she is alone, and sad. Why does everyone have to do this to me? First dad left me like this, at least he was by my side, now? No one!" Though she was this sad, not a single drop of tear left her eyes. This has been from the past four years, she didn't shed a single drop of tear. Just hate, sadness, cold no emotions, Robert like human.

“Look at that, so beautiful, Precious. Again! I want you to give yourself four more just like that one.” Watching Ella spank her clit hard with a wooden spoon has me coming hard before she’s even done, but I can’t take my eyes off her. She is such a natural in all of this, and believe it or not, I’m even learning new things when it comes to my girl and her love of this life. I’ve worked with pain sluts before, but none of them anywhere near what my girl likes and what she can handle. I’ve had to do more research and reach out to more hardcore sadists to ask them for information. I actually have a couple of appointments to go watch a sadist and his sub scene. Apparently, she’s a hardcore Maso

“Those girls were bitches. Idiots. And obviously, they were jealous of you, that is easy to see. You are so incredibly beautiful, you are smart, caring, and kind. You are effortlessly charming and easy to be around. You are perfect and they knew they could never measure up so they tried to tear you down. That is what insecure girls do. They take their own failings out on others. You were the one that made them most aware of their shortcomings and they made you pay for it.” “Maybe-” “No maybe. It's true. And as for the boy-” “Ian.” Bella supplies and he sneers. “Ian. As for that little dipshit, he did not deserve you. If thought there was any girl better than you then he did not have the sens

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

he calmly assured her. "What? " Her face turned red, he couldn't tell whether she was blushing or angry at the time. "Relax, men don't look at naked women without their permission now I'm not saying I didn't look but rest assured I didn't touch you" he avoided her eyes then continued "inappropriately" "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She growled her fingers running through her hair. Even without makeup she's beautiful than ever He thought. Mikaella Sandoval