Novel & Cerita Sex And Rage

Sean fucking Savage. The beast of a man who had starred in every single one of my fantasies for the past four years. Sean wasn’t even looking at me. No, his rage was directed at the belligerent group behind me. “Get the fuck out of my club. If I catch you here again, or around my girl, you won’t have any fucking hands to jack off with,” Sean gritted out through clenched teeth. His hands were still clamped firmly around my waist, and I’m not going to lie—they felt good.

Rage boiled over into our kiss, when he hauled me up by the hair, crashing his mouth to mine, teeth clashed, tongues warring, I bite his lip hard enough to taste blood, metallic and sharp. "Hate how good you fuck me," I panted against him, even as my walls fluttered again. "Good, hate me while I ruin you." He unchained one wrist, forcing my hand to his balls, making me feel them tighten, heavy with cum. "Feel that? Gonna flood your womb. No pulling out for possessions." His thrusts turned erratic and brutal, skin slapping skin, sweat-slick bodies grinding, the room reeking of sex and violence.

“I said some things to him that would make the most even-tempered person mad.” “Damn, and lust didn’t supersede them both for him? Yep, he has to be pissed.” “And again, not being helpful,” Maggie said, glaring. “Not everyone’s libido works that way.” Joy arches her eyebrow. “So you’re telling me you and your husband never have had angry sex?” Maggie's face reddened, and she coughed. “That’s what I thought. The aggression and passion in angry sex is like no other. I bet if you and Sir Ansel had it, you would end up pregnant immediately.”

I didn't care to find out at the time. Fully dressed in my black elegant off shoulder dress, I was ready to do the walk of shame and take all the critical glares that old people would give me. It is not my fault spiders have been living in there. Sex is something absolutely fucking perfect. It consists of pleasure, exercise and a way of doing therapy as you take your anger or frustration out.

Shadow slicing across his jaw. “You betrayed me.” “I can stop this,” I said. He didn’t move. His eyes dropped to my body. My nipples strained against the thin silk, damp with sweat. The fabric clung to the curve of my back, sticking where the heat hadn’t cooled. My thighs bare. My skin still smelling like fire and grief. He clenched his fists. “You can’t fix this with sex.” “I’m not here to fix it,” I said. “I’m here to fuck your rage out of you.”

His fingers dance over my shorts again. My core clench with desires and yearning to be attended to, but I decide against it and I raise my finger, not letting him turn it around on me in a smart way. "Oh, you know what I'm talking about Rogue." I push his hand away from me. "That's so not it Alex! Where is this coming from?!" He exclaims in frustration. "You're turning down watching your show to have sex and you only began initiating sex because we were talking about your past." I accuse instantly, trying to keep my voice as low as it can be.

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

Selene turned slowly to face Cherry, who was smiling triumphantly. “You just pecked my husband,” Selene said through clenched teeth. Cherry tilted her head. “Did I? Well, he did say it’s a contract marriage, right? You shouldn’t be bothered.” Selene’s fists clenched at her sides. She forced a smile. “Enjoy your stay, Cherry.” Cherry flipped her hair and walked off toward the stairs. “Oh, I will. Believe me.” Selene stood there, trembling with quiet rage, the sound of her heartbeat loud in her ears. Jealousy burned like acid in her chest.

“This insemination mix-up wasn’t just an accident, was it? You saw your marriage falling apart, and you thought, ‘Why not get pregnant with his sperm, trap him into a situation where he has no choice but to deal with me?’ You think I’m some kind of fool, huh?” Raina’s eyes flashed. She had seen, had, and heard enough, but this was the last straw. “Is that what you think? That I planned this all out to trap you?!” She spat, the sharpness of her voice through the room. “You don’t know the first thing about me, and you don’t get to throw these around without proof!” She continued, her voice now ice cold. “I don’t care who you are, or how many zeros you’ve got in your bank account, you don’t get

I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up. "STOP! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." I yelled out and it stopped. I glanced at the security through my teary vision and saw a medical team escorting Mrs Jones out of her bloody mess of an office. Storm ran into my arms and I held him tight as I was forced and dragged out of her office. My hair was a mess and I was sweating profusely as words kept whispering itself out of my mouth. I couldn't control them. I couldn't stop them. My head made them. My mind kept telling me this was the right thing to do, the right way to act. They nee