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18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hitting the mattress, my entire body shaken by uncontrollable sp

“Please? Just leave it on while you cook. You look adorable. Just do this for me, your husband. That’s all I’m asking.” I glared. He gave me those big pleading eyes. Damn it. I dropped my hands. “Whatever.” He beamed and settled onto a stool at the counter, chin in his hand, watching me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. I turned back to the fridge. Then it hit me….spicy pasta. He hated anything spicy. Perfect revenge. I’d make it so hot his tongue would fall off and he’d hate me for real. I grabbed tomatoes, garlic, chili flakes and started chopping. His eyes never left me. Not once. Every time I glanced over, he was still staring, a soft smile, like he was memorizing every

Don't be shy to comment song recommendations too that you think could fit this story. Spicy Index: Jump to these chapters if you’re here for the smut: 1. Chapter 13 - A Clash of Power, the Fierce Beast and the CunningFox 2. Chapter 14 – The Beast’s Brutal Punishment 3. Chapter 27 Part II – Two Lovers Under the Starry Night Sky 4. Chapter 89 Part II – Phase 2: Settling Second Thoughts 5. Chapter 94 – This is home

“I have always adored and respected you but today I understood that all glitters are not gold. You filthy businessmen can only play with the feelings and emotions of a person. For you everything in your life is nothing but a DEAL!“, I yelled with tears streaming down my face and stormed off the conference hall without sparing a single glance at that beast. But I could feel his eyes boring holes in my body from behind. ~~~❤~~~ End of twelfth chapter. Thank you guys. Do vote for my book and leave comments 🥰 and also follow me for updates. I will update the next chapter by tomorrow so till then.... Love you all.💞

I feel like I'm being torn apart like paper and got burned. "Sachi what's wrong?" Idris immediately approached me worried but I couldn't answer. I just kept screaming and like a worm twisted while Idris didn't know what to do and carried me to the front room. I can't stand the pain I'm feeling. What is happening to me? what is this? I felt water dripping down my face and saw Idris' eyes watering. "P-please help me, I can't stand the pain it's piercing through me" I beg as my eyes launch to flow some water. I did nothing and bit Idris' hand that was holding me to ease the pain but it didn't.

His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin. "You think this is over?" he muttered under his breath, voice a rough rasp in the darkness. He would find a way out. He would make them pay. Claire. Ryan. All of them. With blood. With screams. With everything they loved. A slow, sick smile spread across Mason's battered face. This was just the beginning. And when he rose again— nothing would save them.

Twisted everything like they always do. I choke out a sound, half laugh, half growl. My heart pounds so hard it hurts, a dull thunder against my ribs. I stand, the paper trembling in my hands, and slam it shut. Fury shoots through me, white hot, blinding. Someone did this. Someone wanted us broken. Wanted her to look at me with hate instead of love.

Charlotte woke to the slow, deliberate lash of a tongue against her clit. The sensation hit like a spark… sharp, electric and unexpected. Her body responded before her mind fully caught up: a soft gasp escaped her lips, hips lifting instinctively toward the source of pleasure. The tip of that same tongue flicked over the swollen bud repeatedly… teasing strokes that sent zinging sensations racing through her core, down her thighs and up her spine. Each flick was precise, maddening, designed to make her ache without mercy