These Violent Delights Kindle Novels & Stories

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

He had thrown my top to the side, and my bra was the only thing covering my boobs. I found myself wishing that Shawn would come to save me. Tears slipped past my eyes, it amused Gabriello. “You're so beautiful, I can not wait to touch your pussy with my fingers, I can't wait to shoot my cum up your uterus, would you like to habe my baby... Maybe then Shawn would start hating you and you would see the devil he really is, after I violate his soft innocent wife." " Gabriello, no." I said shaking my head. He pulled my pants down and thrww it behind him.

The violent kiss gradually became light and gentle. Alexander teared up when his kiss became gentle this time. He loved him so much, but it hurt. He wanted to kiss him back, but his hands pushed the man away instead. But before he could get away, Dylan grabbed him and pulled him into his embrace. At that moment, his desires contradicted one another: he had missed his warmth and wanted to stay like that with him, yet on the other hand, he wanted to give himself some respect and break free from his arms.

! WARNING! The chapter may include extreme physical torture and a thirst for vengeance that may trigger a traumatic experience for the readers. MAX’S POV I feel like a maniac right now, so powerful. Looking at their crying faces is just satisfying. Yet, they just arrived though so why make it louder then? But it’s no fun if I would just pick up anything from the table and do it myself. That’s when I thought of the idea of betting a thousand dollars on the first person in this room that can shoot one of them in the leg. A bullet in the leg can only paralyze them. It can’t kill them.

The desk creaked violently beneath us. “Fuck—Richard—Professor—ahh!” My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the desk as he railed me. I could feel my face burning up. He leaned over me, chest to my back, one hand fisted in my hair to yank my head back. His breath was hot against my ear. “That’s it. Let me feel this slutty hole milk me. You’re going to remember this every time you sit in this room from now on.” The pace turned punishing. Short, brutal strokes that punched the air from my lungs. My legs shook as Sweat rolled down my temples. I was lost in the burn, the fullness, the overwhelming drag of his thick cock splitting me open again and again.

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked him a few times, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in her grip. Professor Kane groaned into her mouth. “Touch me.” She did. Her hand moved faster along his length while they kissed. He was rock hard, the skin smooth and hot. Veins pulsed under her fingers. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. He thrust slightly into her hand, clearly enjoying it.