Spider Legs

"Are not you going to spread these pretty legs for me like you did before on our first night?"- his dark eyes spoke as those venomous words fell from his mouth tearing my heart into million pieces, his eyes roaming on my half body ditching every shame. I still didn't make any move, only stood there like a statue, clutching my hands on cloths as if my life depend on it and indeed it was, my eyes again and again filled with tears as I blinked them away, he took his steps closer to me, " What are not my little obedient ?" he again asked , his lucid stare burning my entire being, a smirk making its way onto his lips. His eyes sparkled seeing the uneasiness in my eyes, he loves to witness of my tear, my pain as if it satisfy his inner self, he was a monster in a human form. The chill runs down in her spine, she was feeling her legs are getting weak, he held her jaw roughly with his left hand and pressed himself on her core making her scream in fear, "Ryan..Please..." I try to plead, came it out at whisper, before I can say anything he threw my body on the soft couch bouncing leaving my mind numb, as I heard him spoke "Take off your cloths before I lost my each and every sanity, and believe me if I took lead you will done with your this life." *************** Mature content ahead.

 “Humans like you always beg in the end and it’s pathetic.” "I am going to fuck you like a whore and later beg to be killed", NOT REJECTED BUT UNWANTED  My world cracked open in an instant. “No!” I screamed, but the alley swallowed it. My legs gave out, but his grip held me up, forcing me to watch. Alex—was he—? His body twitched. Once. Twice. Then... nothing. “You’ll join him soon enough,” he whispered, but did he mean it? Was I next? Before I could process, his hand lashed out. My vision went black. Was this the end?

~ Ducan : Demon king ~ My kingdom is on the verge of distraction and my race is about to perish in a blink of an eye. What I need is a blessed maiden who can only be found once per hundred years. A virgin girl with the favour of the gods, who will open her legs for me In order to restore the power slipping away from me. To balance my kindom and the reels of hell, I need her to carry my seed so I could secure my position and forever rule my kind. Once my eyes are set on her, she will become mine with or without her approval, affections or consent.

“I know you want me” he smirked “Just say the word and it’s all yours.” I stood up making my way towards him,he relaxed on his sofa with his legs wide apart,his crotch breathing steadily as I took bold steps. I reached for my purse beside him and made way for the door. “See you tomorrow Ethan” i said without looking back. ~He had always been in control with every woman he met,but something felt different about Britney. She had him wrapped in chains whimpering to her every beck and call.~

“You're so cold. My strawberry milk needs ice,” Ruelle says, sitting on Killian and wrapping her legs around him making his anger vanish immediately. Killian stared down at the female currently staring up at him with a smile on her face. ‘I would destroy everyone that made her cry’ He vowed to himself. |Killian| The crippled ice-cold Billionaire who only smiles at his wife. |Ruelle| The neglected daughter of a second-grade family. Both are fueled by their anger and thirst for revenge. What would happen when these two are forced into marriage with each other? When fire meets Ice and love clashes with hate.

“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession—wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

Once, Ethan Seedorf had everything—wealth, power, and admiration. But after an accident left him confined to a wheelchair, he was cast aside and forgotten. Isla Carter was the unwanted daughter of a rich family, forced into a marriage no one cared about. She never expected anything from her cold and bitter husband—until she told him, "Your legs can be healed." What started as an arranged marriage became something more. As Ethan stood up again and reclaimed his power, the world watched in shock. But no one was more surprised than those who once looked down on Isla—because the man everyone wanted now only had eyes for his wife.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

His dick continued pounding into her. He had gone harder, stretching her even more. She couldn't help but moan. This sound had him losing his mind. He went even faster, his finger stuck in her hair. "Fuck!" He cursed as his breathing turned rapid. His hand went down to spread her legs apart as she tried closing them, not being to take all he was giving her. "Don't close them!" He said between grunts. His hand went to play with her clit. It had turned swollen. With each thrust, his hand went in a circle on her. His rough fingers were soft on her, going soft but at the same time, hard. He knew his techniques. Her legs began shaking more as she was on edge. She was ready to cum. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to drool slightly. His thrust remained in pace soon her walls began to tighten. She was near. " Oh yes!" She screamed as she came hard on his dick. She tried catching her breath, short of air from their sex. Quickly, he rolled over and she ended up on top. His dick was still inside her, hard and twisting. That was when it hit her, he hadn't had his release but she still asked. "What are you doing?" "We aren't done yet. You are going to ride me, hard and fast."

“Shouldn’t the people who put you in this state pay for their sins before you decide to die or not?” the owner of the hands that had gripped her legs growled in a low deep voice. Alora immediately recognised the voice, causing her to turn to look at him. “Take my hands now, Alora and I will let them wipe the very dirt on your shoes with their tongues…” Alora Vancleef had it all, wealth? fame? beauty? Intelligence? She lacked none. She was the only daughter of the richest man in the city and the wife of the successful CEO, Eliaz Deutchmond of Los Angelos. She believed her husband was the perfect husband to have ever lived until he showed her his true colors after her father’s death. Alora never expected the man she so much loved and adored to impregnate her stepsister, steal her inheritance, divorce and throw away their five years of marriage like a piece of trash all in a day! Just when she thought she had seen it all, Eliaz connived with Cynthia, killed and ended the little life that was growing inside her! Betrayed, broken and tired of living, Alora resorted to death as an escape to the pain she was feeling. While standing on the roof of the hospital building, she was about ending it all when a big muscled hands appeared from nowhere and gripped her legs firmly. Who is this mysterious man? Will Alora trust him enough to give life a second chance? What happens when the unexpected happens and now this mysterious figure doesn't want to let Alora go even after everything? Read to find out more…..