Sleeping With My Rapist Novels & Stories

I shouted and pushed him harder, which made him fall on the floor beside my bed. “I… I… am… sor…---” I was surprised to see that it is no longer Devon who is standing in front of me. It is one of the men who raped and killed the girl. I looked around and I am no longer in my room. I was beside the pool on the table where they put the girl and I saw them drinking and taking drugs. I looked at myself and I was surprised that I was already naked. I am totally naked. “It is your turn now” The man that I pushed said and the other man walked close to me and started kissing me and touching me all over my body. He is so very aggressive. He is like a lion mauling on his food.

She bit down at the lower part of her lips, her tongue darting out to leak it, my eyes followed the the movement of her tongue and I became hard instantly. “I don't know, West, I've never experienced this before and I'm yet to see a true mate companionship,” she responded. “What haven't you experienced before?” I really couldn't stop myself from asking. “This feeling… the attraction between the both of us” she said shyly, looking down at her hands. Right now, I'm so confused, I'm confused for two reasons, one of which is the fact that the night we met, I knew she'd been with another man. “Then why did you sleep with someone else? Did you just do that for fun?” I couldn't help but ask, “weren

A dark curiosity piqued through my haze of lust. “What do you have in mind?” “Gang rape,” Sophia uttered. She said it with a sinister, casual tilt of her head, as if she were suggesting a change in the lunch menu. “I want her to be gang-raped by the lowest omegas in the pack.” The world seemed to tilt. I stared at her, the blood draining from my face. I detested Alexis, I wanted to rip her hair out and banish her to the other side of the world, but this? This was a depravity I couldn't fathom.

"They found her body a week later. The man who had bought her had indeed stripped her off her virginity, but he had also tortured and killed her. The money was never even transferred into her bank account. That's why we're trying to maintain safety without invading these ladies' privacy and their personal lives. You may think I'm a pimp, that's okay. The girls come to me and I take care of them, protect them and at the end of the day, they go home safe. I can gua-ran-fucking-ty it. I've got nothing to prove to you. My conscience is fucking clear. These women are a part of my business. I don't take a huge chunk off their money. They get most of it. I take enough to keep this place running, pa

That brute prick. I was so enraged. He freaking raped me. I was seething with anger and moved my body towards the end of my bed. Another sharp pain shot inside of me making me fist my hands on the bed. His thing was massive and would tear me apart but I had no idea that he would go that far as to sleep with me while I was passed out. I could still feel his presence inside of me. I felt my insides slushy and slippery. I didn't need to do the math to know that he came inside of me. He wanted me to get pregnant as soon as possible but he could have waited until I regained consciousness.

Each time I touched her, each time she begged me to be rough with her, I waited for the moment she would open her eyes but she never did and now…… ……. I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING RAPIST! I could feel the eyes of the maids and my men on me and it's no surprise, Maeve was really loud and as much as everyone might have tried to mind their own business, I was sure they couldn’t have done much. FUCKKKKK! Pushing the door to my room open, I started unbuttoning my shirt, getting ready for a shower and hopefully stop getting turned on each time I replay what happened in Maeve’s room in my head.

I watched the waves all day long until sleep washed over me. I was pulled out of my sleep with my heart pounding strongly against my ribs, my eyes gawked and beads of sweat ran down my forehead. I gasped out of the nightmare, the rapists. The lady with whom I’d shared my bedding with stared at me in confusion. I gently quietly sat up when I realized it was just a dream . Everyone around the room stared at my silently, questions all over there faces, the PTSD had caught up with me.

She needed him. And he was moving his body again, his thick and hard cock driving into her. The sex was real. But the others were not. She was asleep, and he wasn’t a stranger. She wasn’t being raped. There were no ropes, no gag, no mask, no bedposts to tie the ropes. There was no birthday and she was actually just nineteen. She was asleep. She was sick. In the head. Psychotic as fuck.

My heart beat so fast that I went up and leaned against the wall. Hugging my knees and resting my chin in the middle of it, my mind is thinking how he did that evil thing to me. How is it easy for a man to take advantage of a woman? I am at my weakest at that time but instead of taking me to the hospital, he took me inside a hotel room and raped me. I only noticed my tears only when I blinked twice. I am afraid to let out the sound of crying because he might be awakened. My eyes almost lost their control. I am very sleepy but I should not sleep because anything may possibly happen.

I panicked when I realized that Xavier and I were meant to share the same room, and as if on cue, I noticed the doorknob moving, so I instantly lay down on my bed and feigned sleep. I probably waited more than an hour before getting out of bed, and when I looked at Xavier's side, he was already deep sleeping. I returned to my bed and tried to sleep after ensuring that he was already asleep. Xavier may be many things, but he is not a rapist, and with that in mind, I was finally able to sleep soundly.