Sadistic Synonym Novels & Stories

Feeling the burn behind his touch knowing his intention was to poison the garden inside me that once bloomed. I held my breath. Doing my best to hold back another sob at the way he groped and squeezed each breast but despite how I felt he didn't care as he continued his assault," There's a gratification in knowing you can affect someone so much. It's almost quite addictive seeing one's body writhe and contort to cope to what's happening to it." Sadistic bastard.

What the actual fuck? "What??? " I asked him as if I didn't hear him enough. Is he serious, no!!! I can't die like this, not before killing him. I gulped hard. I don't know how to process his words. " yes rightly heard Sofia, you said, you can even risk your life for me, now this is the time, come on!!! " He went closer to my face as ordered this. How more cruel a person can be?? I feel pathetic for him, he is a sadistic, unsatisfied beast who feeds on people chaos and miseries.

He'd figured out why the school bully was suddenly his best mate. "Huh?" she asked, feeling her cheeks turn a painful shade of red. "I mean, he hurts people for the fun of it all the time. Is that what sadistic means?" Sam asked. Lexi breathed a sigh of relief as she realised he only wanted a definition of the word. "Well, yes, some people enjoy inflicting pain. But then, sometimes people hurt others because they're hurting on the inside and they want to hurt people before they get hurt," Lexi explained. "Like how the pain of being cheated on might feel lessened by punching Alfie."

“You have no right to feel pleasure from this, slut. Enjoy.The.Punishments.Only.As.We.Fuck.You!!” Their paces were faster this time and I could tell it was the peak of the moment. They were right at the entrance of where the dead were, this is why Lannister and I waited for them to finish. “My pussy is getting so stretched. P-Please…don’t tear it apart.” A single tear fell down her cheek. Whoever she was, she was long dead. “I’ll be a good girl from this instant, I promise,” The demons gave chuckles, laughing hard as they rapidly screwed the woman. “Mercy? You deserve to be fucked till eternity, sluts like you don’t get compassion!”

"Now listen Karen, I am as straight as a rule, I only feel comfortable like this, my dressing doesn't define my sexuality c'mon this 21st century dude!" "And have you ever explored your sexuality to know where you properly belong?" Karen asked with a mocking smirk in her eyes. Vada nervously chuckled and stood up as she brushed her suit straight, she was getting uncomfortable with both the conversation and the despicable stares from the horny lady of the next table. "Karen let's go play draught now, shall we?" "We shall honey." Karen took her hand and led her to the draught corner, when the players sighted her, they made a hailing noise signalling her arrival, it only showed she led the pack

She laughed, and added, "The fact that I asked, 'Are we going to fuck today?' at the start of every session probably influenced that assessment. We never did, by the way. "Well anyway, it turns out that your father is as much of a sex-addict as I am although never officially certified by a doctor, like me. The male counterpart to a nymphomaniac is called a satyromaniac, by the way, in case it should ever come up in trivia. He's also a voyeur; he loves watching me fuck. And as I mentioned, he's bisexual, too. We're pretty much a perfect pair," she concluded with a smile. "But he really said it was okay to do it with me?" Bryce asked. He certainly understood how hot it was to watch his stepmom

Commanding, Confident, The kind of man who looked at you like he could see straight through your clothes and knew exactly what you needed. Just a little while ago downstairs, he’d caught me when I stumbled. His hands had gripped my waist—firm, warm, and lingering just a second too long to be accidental. His breath had been hot against my ear when he’d leaned in, mocking me with that word: mom. The way he said it made my knees weak. I knew his eyes had been on me the entire time My fingers moved faster now, circling my clit as I let the fantasy take over. In my mind, Matthew wasn’t there. It was just Archie and me in that room. He’d corner me against the wall, those dark eyes burning into min

his words dripping with sarcasm that completely threw me off. I didn't want him to know that his words got to me, "Exactly!" I snapped, "You will never be as good as them!" it was stupid to say such words but I just hated him so much, he annoyed me and brought the worse out of me. With a smirk playing on his lips, he suggested, "Oh, I see. Inviting another man to join us is a bit too much for me—I usually like two women—but I can always grab a dildo. Would that satisfy your hunger, baby?" his words were laced with malice, and I could feel my blood boiling.

He smiled sarcastically, it was sickening to see the man laughing happily. "All those years I lived in prison with all its sadism. While you were so happy pursuing your love. I won't let you be that happy!"

Always paying attention, Hollis slowed down- bringing the frantic sounds down to giggles. “Oh alright, I can’t have you passing out on me. It’s a good thing I’m not as sadistic as I probably seem; You have the most adorable little toes and I could do this forever.” Thank you, thank YOU! This level of sadism is perfectlllly fine.