Twisted Lies Spicy Chapter 소설 & 이야기

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

“I was drunk but I wasn't out of my senses. You kept hiding your face because you didn't want me to find out the truth.” “You loved it, didn't you?” I whispered and his eyes widened as he took a step away from me. “You liked how I tasted in your mouth. You liked how tight my pussy was. Don't stand here and sound like you hated it.” I kept my gaze on the ground as I spoke and suddenly felt his hand on my chin again. “Who said I hated it?” He questioned and it was my turn to look at him with wide eyes. “All I'm asking is the truth, don't fucking lie to me.”

Chad with his lies, his fake promises of forever, and his body on top of my stepsister like I’d never even existed. Every man, every moment, every fear, every pain disappeared into white noise up here. It was the definition of sick, twisted thrill. The high of choking and pleasure, terror and trust wrapped into one. My whole body shaking, my lungs burning, my head spinning. And yet I was so close. So close.. “Oh shit. You are so close, Tiger,” he growled as if he was coming undone as hard as I was. My hands clutched at his like I was begging him, begging for my damning release, begging for my life and my death at the same time.

, I said As I walked towards him , I took his dick with my hands , smooth it before putting it inside my mouth , I started licking his Dick, I could Felt him twisting with pleasure , I twist my mouth fucking his dick, I heard moaning from him, I was already wet I pulled my skirt up, I don't wear pants, i twist his dick Into my pu***ssy in a butterfly style , I felt his hands twisting in my boobs harder , I moaned in pleasure , I continued to fuck him as he sits on the chair I was fucking him when there was a knock ar the door " who's that, let find out in chapter 5

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

She raises her brows and tucks the bill into her bag. “So?” He replied with a questioning tone, knowing exactly what she was asking. He needed another drink. “Which was it?” Her eyes scan down his face landing on his mouth as he bites his bottom lip. Kol squinted at her, she didn’t need to know anything about him. If he told her about Lara Jane, she would just ask what happened and he wasn’t ready to explain that he had broken the heart of the only girl he had ever loved. “Neither...I’m gay.” He lied just to get her off his case. He pushed her hand off of his chest and stood up, heading towards the bar.

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

I sat up, sucking on her nipples while she ground against me until we both shattered together, her body trembling in my arms. Afterward, we stayed tangled together under a soft blanket. The night air was cool, but her skin was warm against mine. I stroked her back slowly, feeling her relax completely. “I stayed away for so long because I knew one taste of you would ruin me,” I confessed quietly. “Every time I saw you with Ryan, smiling through his lies, it tore me up. I wanted you so badly it made me angry. Angry at him for wasting you. Angry at myself for wanting my brother’s wife.”

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

My core clenched each time his voice went slow when it got to the parts that made my stomach twist. I twisted slightly to look at him, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. “You’re the worst. Look what you're reading.” He didn’t flinch. “‘He tasted like roses,’” he kept reading, eyes flicking to my mouth. “‘Like smoke and lies and promises he’d never keep.’” I flicked water at his face. He didn’t even blink. He just dropped the book onto the tile with a wet smack and leaned in, mouth hovering over mine.