Sadistic Beauty Novels & Stories

However though he hadn't replied her it didn't stop him from looking at her through the rear view mirror. To be honest words couldn't describe the beauty of her, She was so beautiful with long black hair with eyes that sparkled like polished Jade and a rich and tawny skin that matched with her pink lips...lips that any man would die for. Are you done staring at me, After muttering a cuss under her breath she lastly asked coldly.

“I know that it is not safe… but I want to make you full with my cum. Mark you like some fucking animal.” Thoughts of the normal world had left me and all that existed was the carnal desire to be marked by Hayden despite how fucked up that sound. “Mark me then,” I begged him. “Claim me, fuck me… make me full with your cum, Hayden.” I gasped, my walls stretching around his tip, but he pulled back, teasing us both. Torturing us. He really was a sadist. His fingers glided over my heated sex, spanking me on my clit and rubbing my juices all over me and stroking himself with the same hand.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

He came closer backing me into the thick stone railing of the terrance. "You're inTOXICating." He put emphasis on the toxic part of the word smiling sadisticly at me. He inhaled and let out a shaky breath like he was fighting to control his wolf. Realization hit me hard, this man, this extremely sexy cruel Alpha was my mate. This can't be, NO, no, no,no, the moon goddess must have made a mistake. "This can't be right." My voice weakly said. This just made him chuckle to himself.

"This... I feel so weird seeing the strong movement. Look at that gaping hole, it's so lewd... I don't know how to describe it. She went berserk just because the ugly thing is inserted there. Is it that pleasurable...?" "How about we try?" "Wanna die? Mom's in the kitchen, I can shout to her to come here with a knife. I dare you to say 'let's try' again once she's here." ....... "It's Christine Browns." "So beautiful. So hardcore." "Her breasts jiggled so much, Aaaah, it made me crave for some. I'm fapping right now, but this is still not enough. I can't take this. I want a girl to personally bang!"

Her body seemed frail as I looked at her through hooded eyes. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't provoked me. I didn't care though, I had gotten what I wanted. Her body and sex. I smiled like a sadist. Scratch that, I was a sadist and a notorious rapist. When I saw Ada that afternoon or evening, I can't seem to remember the time frame, I was a bit mesmerized by her beauty. Not in a way, that screamed she's the one forever but in the way that screamed, I want her body beneath me as I rode her to oblivion.

I shrug. There’s something that the three years of sleepless nights on the itchy mattress of my six-by-eight room have helped me conclude; every pain and every pleasure in life is necessary. It has shaped me to become the man I am today. I am not the best but, I am not the worst either. There is beauty in being battered and being battered is what makes everyone beautiful. “Want to talk about Celeste?” Dr. Sean Evans, the fifty-five-year-old psychologist, smirks like a teenage girl eager to gossip with his best friend.

It was time to teach her a lesson she would never forget. Henry, sensing the escalating tension, swiftly rushed towards us. With a firm grasp, he managed to pry me away, his touch a stark reminder of the anger coursing through my veins. Breathing heavily, I prepared myself for another assault, my fury unabated. "You bitch!" she shrieked, her hands desperately clutching her ravaged hair, her eyes fixed upon me with a mixture of rage and defeat. A sinister laughter escaped my lips as I beheld the aftermath of my actions. In that fleeting moment, a perverse sense of joy engulfed me, as if I had triumphed over some unseen adversary.

They won’t see me cry in here again. “Oh, look at your face and your body. It’s such a pity because you have really nice body. I specifically told them not to touch your face because I can’t bare to see such a beautiful work of art get torn up and ruined. It’s going to spoil the entire thing. Your body on the other hand isn’t all that special so we could do what we wanted with it and we did. Isn’t it better now? The wounds will heal and fade into a delightful shade of black. I can’t wait to see you looking like a zebra. It would be such a delight”. The way she’s talking seems like she’s forgotten that she promised to kill me no matter what. She must have read my mind again because she said “

Bitterness was all over his face. I turned at them earnestly. "I want him as my toy. I am bored. All of my prey did not get to experience much suffering physically. I want to do that. Then I would later make him suffer mentally by massacring his pack members," I said coldly before I smiled—an evil one, as if the bloodlust was seeking my whole sanity."That is the great plan I have thought of. It will be a shame if I am not using his body for pleasure. I am feeling lonely lately, so..."