Sadistic Beauty Side Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

It takes every ounce of restraint within me not to bend this beauty over the desk and spank her ass with the ruler until she’s so sore she won’t be able to sit for days. I’m a sadistic son of a bitch because I know she’s not lying, but I can’t help myself. The darkness inside of me demands I make her hurt, punish her for being the offspring of the two people who tore my world apart. And yet, there’s a small part of me that wants her close, begging me with those beautiful, bright hazel eyes to stop.

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 “

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

I yearned to penetrate her tight asshole, just as I had multiple times in recent days, after subjecting her to a whipping. I ran my hand over her still-warm, round backside, taking in the scent of her perfume mingled with her feminine allure. It was almost overwhelming, but she needed a reminder that regardless of her location, she belonged to me. I delivered four swift strikes, one after the other, relishing the husky moans that escaped her. It reminded me of my sadistic nature, though this captivating woman had also awakened a caring side in me—a side driven by a desperate hunger.

It was the store that had gifted a beauty to me. All those months, I thought it was just lust, pure lust. I wanted her, and so I kidnapped her. It was just about marking her as mine and then tossing her out. But who knew that the same beauty would have me under her spell? I fell in love with her. And my love killed her. She wanted to make me a good person and ended up dying. I killed her; I f*cking left her to die.

"I’m older than you; I’ve dealt with hundreds of girls like you." "I don’t want to see you," she said, her eyes brimming with tears. Tiodor approached her and caressed her cheek. "Let’s cut the crap, take off your panties," he ordered. The girl thought about it; all those weeks fantasizing about her captor, she really was depraved, but here she was, hundreds of miles from home, with this damned Brazilian man. The girl swallowed hard, something inside her longed to be touched by that man.

have him all to myself for once in life something good came it came to me in the form of a man that I never thought would be so kind, I could feel his arousal growing as he pushes his hips on mine holding me in place and starts to partially dry hump the front of me. I moan in pleasure as my body sends numerous of waves of pleasure with each motion of his hips on mine, my back arches and I moan as I can feel his growth rubbing the front of my vagina, I look at him with lustful eyes, "Please take me, I cant take much more of your teasing. I want you in me so bad that I might just strip right here, right now infront of you and pounce on you myself." His face flushes to a deep red as he bites h

Zia cried out in pain but at the same time, she couldn't help that throbbing in her lower region. She wiggled in his hold. Tears formed in her closed eyes. He stuck out his tongue and caressed that place he had just marked. Her pale flawless skin got tainted with his crimson red teeth marks. The sadist inside him felt satisfied by watching her covered in his mark. Damien pulled back and found a teardrop was flowing down from her closed eyes. Leaning closer, he took that tear away from her by kissing that tear on her cheek. Zia slowly opened her teary eyes and finally got to see that madness playing in his eyes. He was viciously sadistic, who was feeling pleasure by giving her that pain but w

He paused, then said without looking up, “I wrote. ‘Patient deflects discomfort with seduction. Attempts to regain control through sexual tension.’” I sucked in a slow breath. “Well,” I muttered. “That’s not sexy at all.” “It’s not supposed to be.” My legs uncrossed and re-crossed, slower this time, not for show but because I needed to move. To feel something. Anything. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. That caught him off guard. Barely. But I saw it—the shift in his eyes, like I’d finally said something real. “No,” he said.

Sadile's body was a canvas, a map of pleasure, and Travis and Jenna were the artists, painting her with their touch, their kisses, their whispered words of encouragement. As the pleasure built, Sadile felt herself teetering on the edge, her body tense with anticipation. She was close, so close, to the precipice, to the moment when everything would come crashing down, when the world would explode in a kaleidoscope of color and sound.