Sex And Rage Novels & Stories

“A few days ago. What has that got to do with the conversation we are having right now?” I laughed bitterly. “I haven’t had real sex in over eight months. Except three weeks ago when Liam came home drunk. He wouldn’t even look at me. Just climbed on, finished in two minutes, rolled off, and told me not to move because my rolls made him sick. I don’t even know what good sex feels like.” My voice broke on the last word. “I want to feel wanted. I want wild, dirty, no-holds-barred sex. I want to fuck all this anger out of my system. Yes, I’m doing it for the money too. It’s risky. Life is a fucking risk anyway.”

I gasped when I felt the tip of his entered my feminity. "Fuck," Rage cussed. "Answer me first..." He said and teased my entrance. I sighed. "Damn Rage, enter me now!” I said hoarsely and almost begged. I want him now! "No." "Rage!" He teased me again. "Say yes, first..." He said roughly. His breathing was as fast as mine. I sigh in frustration. "Fine, fine! I'll marry you!" A smile formed on his lips and kissed me as he thrust his full length inside me. I clung so tightly to his shoulders when I felt how hot he was inside me. I can feel my walls clenched around his shaft.

I said, annoyed, and I felt the tension in her body. “I told you clearly what we would do; I didn't promise you anything and I never asked you to open your heart; that doesn't interest me,” Sage said in an annoyed and very direct voice. “What I wanted from you just gave it to me, so I don't understand at what point I gave you cause to create a love story between us. There is no love here; here only sex dominates and you seem to forget that.” So quickly, I stuck her against the wall and grabbed her by the never.

“Yeah, same thing.” “And a child? Someone like you should not be a mother. You don’t care about anyone but yourself. Which is clear from the story you just told. Your husband was drunk every day on his honey moon, clearly miserable, and instead of caring enough to help, you decided to try and have sex with him. Just like right now. Maybe this is normal for you, but getting shot at and driving across the country isn’t normal for me! And do you think some good old sex would fix it? I’m pissed off at you, not fucking horny!” “Angry sex is like the best sex,” I countered. What an emotional softie. Feelings? Ugh.

His orgasm quickly builds up in his lower abdomen, and he's about to explode inside her at any moment. Both bodies continue moving in sync with their instincts and the passion that burns them both, without thinking about what will happen next. The scent of sex fills the room, seemingly encouraging them to increase the pace of their bodies. Soon after, Katrina reaches her second, much more powerful orgasm than the previous one when she had finished in his mouth, and Ragnar, unable to resist, follows her. A powerful growl echoes in the room, Ragnar's eyes gleam as he releases himself inside her in torrents, holding her tight as if he wants to merge with her, while he enters and exits her at a

Amy Leah, you're a dead meat! I rushed to the room, ignoring the manager's advice earlier. I kicked the door open and it made a loud thud. We saw a woman and man on the bed and they were in the middle of a heated fvcking s*x "Hah?! Who the heck?!" the b*tch screamed, hugging the man on top of him tighter to cover her nakedness. "Sh*t! What the fvck!" the man yelled as he tried to pull the duvet up to cover his ass.

His smirk twists like a knife, devilish, taunting. Jesus, what the hell are you doing, Selene? I wrench away, breaking from the trance, pushing at his shoulders. My pulse is wild, fury battling desire. I jump down from the basin, stumbling on shaky legs. “This is fucking ridiculous,” I snap, shoving at his chest. But he won’t release me. “Stop fighting what you want, baby girl.” His voice is a velvet growl, reverberating through my bones. It ignites me and enrages me all at once. My blood runs hot, scorching with anger.

“Come on, Mira. Live a little.” Anger flared in her chest. “Tyler, I said no.” Her voice was steel, her eyes narrowing as she stepped back, putting distance between them. But Tyler didn’t stop. He closed the gap, his hands reaching for her face, his lips descending before she could react. The kiss was sudden, unwanted, and it ignited a fury in Mira. She shoved him hard, her palms slamming against his chest. “Get off me!” she shouted, her voice echoing in the small room, her heart racing with rage and betrayal of her own boundaries.

A thin trickle of blood stains her chin, and the blindfold cuts into her skin. It’s not just an image. It’s a declaration. They hurt her. They dared to touch what’s mine. The phone nearly shatters in my grip. Every muscle locks down, rigid and trembling. My pulse drums in my ears, a roar louder than the engine still idling under me. The city around me blurs. I don’t see streetlights, don’t hear the honk of a passing truck. All I see is that blood. All I feel is the cold slide of rage down my spine.

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.