Sadistic Beauty Novels & Stories

staring at her, looking at all the details of her features, drowning in the sea of her innocent and innate beauty, regretting every moment that passed in his last years of his life without being beside him frustration his heart Whenever he thinks how much he really offended her without doing anything to punish him, he realizes that he lost control and left his sadism to control his feelings towards her completely, leaving everything he did with her in conflict with severe depression.. Remember everything, he has no objection to controlling things, but what is being terrorized by his heart is that his masters control him and her, not how did you get her out؟ He loses control and is controlled

But all I felt was this goddamn ache. Beautiful? Beautiful wasn’t even the right word. She looked ethereal. Haunting. The kind of sight that would fuck with a man’s head for days, weeks, or years. And it was driving me insane. Because for all the shit I’d said… all the cold words, the warnings, the restraint—there was no denying it now. I wanted her. I wanted her in ways that had nothing to do with logic or control or professionalism. And seeing her like this—untouchable, dressed like she belonged to someone else—made something dark coil low in my stomach.

This was not good. “You can't have a child and I pity that baby for even if they get to see the light of day, it will only be for a few minutes before they are sent back to their makers and so will you and the rest '' Cassandra stepped back. The dangerous smile playing on the lips of the woman before her was not satisfying. As soon as she got to see a corner, she wasted no time in rushing as fast as her legs could carry her. Cassandra had her eyes to hear back, if she could plug them off and place them behind her it would be a good one.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

The others demanded the same, turning the bed into a soaked playground. As the intensity peaked, they arranged her in a circle, each taking a final turn fucking her mouth, pussy, or ass, pissing wherever they pleased. Sable was a wreck—shaking, squirting, begging for more. The camera caught it all: the merciless use, the filthy acts, her transformation from vengeful woman to their breeding slut.

Speaking of your hot nanny. I pressed a button and switched to her room. She is lying on her side. I zoomed her face. Like on cue, she turned and lay on her back, giving me a clear view of her face. That face flushed with desire and helplessness. Red cheeks. Red ass from my fucking spanks. Damn. The soft moans and squeaks. Sounds like fucking music. Tasty and intoxicating pussy. Fresh intoxicating sweetness. Both ass and pussy. Fuck, I need that cold shower right the fuck now.

He hungered to hear the sickening crunch of her skull popping open like a fucking exploding watermelon. He continued to play, staring back at her with rapt attention as that graphic image kept appearing at the forefront of his mind. Keeping that devious smile plastered over his face. She switched positions, spreading her legs open before him. She was still naked after that earlier tryst with two human males and a female, her body reeking of sex.

Maybe she could fall in love with a younger man and let him make her happy. Despite everything, she was very attractive for her age. She would be better off doing something else with her life, so why didn’t she? The answer was because she was a sadist. She was a sick human being, and she wouldn’t enjoy a simple life. She wanted a position where she could make excuses for making people suffer because that is what really got her off.

He crossed his thick arms over his chest, blocking the exit entirely. "Disgusting human," Trent spat. He leaned forward, bearing his teeth in a subtle show of dominance. "You are making the whole room reek." I walked slowly down the aisle. I stopped right in front of Belle. I looked down at her crying, terrified face. I relished the absolute power I held over her in that moment. "You cannot even control your own pathetic body," I said quietly, making sure only she could hear the venom in my tone. "You bleed like a stuck pig. Go clean yourself up before you make us all sick. You are an embarrassment to our family."

Lightning flashed violently outside the windows. Salvatore stared at me for a long second before speaking again. "Dante destroys people slowly. He likes psychological games. He likes fear." "And you?" His eyes locked onto mine. "I prefer honesty." I almost laughed at the absurdity. "You murdered my brothers." "Yes." No apology. No softness. Just the truth again. God. That honesty was somehow worse. I moved toward the windows needing space desperately. Rain hammered the glass while waves crashed below the cliffs like war drums.