These Violent Delights Kindle Novels & Stories

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Then he thrusts. One brutal, unrelenting stroke buries him to the hilt. My eyes roll back, a muffled scream vibrating against his hand. He’s so deep, deeper than Fidelis has ever been, stretching me wide, filling every inch until I feel split open in the best way. The burn is exquisite, pleasure and pain twisting together until I can’t tell them apart.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman. “Please… fill me up,” I whimpered, adding a third finger. “Treat me like just a hole, Master…”

His hole was now a grotesque, beautiful ruin, forced to accommodate two wrists. Delilah, once inside, let go of her hesitation. A feral energy took over. She fisted him harshly, just as Zeke had hoped. Her nails, though trimmed, scraped against his sensitive inner walls, a sharp, shocking counterpoint to the dull, overwhelming pressure. She twisted her hand, corkscrewing her knuckles against his prostate, her movements aggressive and demanding. Zeke loved it. He loved the way Eli’s body thrashed, the way he tried to pull away only to impale himself further, the way his desperate cries filled the room. This was the ultimate surrender, not just taking the pain, but craving it, needing it to fe

Elena – POV "Charlotte, I’m going to kill her.” The fury in Damien’s voice was like thunder cracking open the walls of his office. His chair scraped against the tiled floor as he stood, fists clenched, shoulders taut with rage. For a second, he wasn’t Damien anymore he was wrath incarnate, pure, undiluted grief twisted into something sharp and dangerous. I stepped in front of him without thinking. “No,” I whispered, my palms pressing against his chest.

The city—vibrant, dangerous, unpredictable—had never felt more alive… or more theirs. Together.

I never had problems with saying the safeword or using the safe signal before, but now I just can't. He moves; this time I feel a toy enter my ass. He doesn’t move it. It sits there inside me. His cock pushes into my pussy, I moan at the sensation of it as he starts moving harder and quicker. I would be enjoying it, but I can’t. The position feels so wrong. I feel violated. His hand still grips my hair too tight, pulling my head back, my scalp scolding me for the pain he is causing.

“Avery, fuck me, your pussy feels amazing. I could live inside you.” He lets my hands go and they immediately go to the space behind his neck as I look into his dark eyes. I arch my back and then he’s out of me and I whine at the loss of contact. I watch as he gets on his knees and pushes both of my legs back towards my ears. I grab my ankles as he slips two of his fingers in his mouth before dragging them through my slit, rubbing the flesh back and forth and sliding them inside of me, curling them upwards, causing my eyes to roll back and a very loud scream to leave my lips. “FUCK,” I groan.

she was silent. "Answer me, huh, you're ready?" she was still silent. "Are my 7 inch rod make you feel good? Huh? Answer me? I swear I'll make this even longer if you don't answer me." "Let's go off me, please..." "Wrong answer, baby," I said. And I hurt her so much until I really hit the peak of pleasure, then I let go of her. I know this is abuse. This is bad and crime. There is nothing romantic about this because Nadya cries and struggles. And this is the beginning of the disaster.