Twisted Love Age Rating Novels & Stories

Less drama. I faced him at last, with fire blazing in my eyes. “I would rather starve than marry you for convenience. I don’t care about your family, your empire, or your schemes. You don’t own me, Alex Wilson. Not now, not ever” My voice rose, fierce and trembling.I was doing this- rejecting the offer, i couldn’t take back my words now. “Never.”

This necklace won’t fall from her neck easily unless a blade were around her neck that cut the lace. Water starts to drip from my eyes, this is my fault. If only I didn't tell her that thing yesterday then she's still here. I loved her for who she is, my love for her ever since we are still young was hidden until I started to hate her but no matter how I hate my love wins. I already love her before I found out that she is my mate, every word came from my mouth yesterday I wanted to take them back but I don't want her to become my mate. This is my fault and mom, if only she didn't criticize her telling me those hatred words then this won't happen, look what happened mom I lose my everything,

"If I were you I will Be quiet " I whisper in her ear she trashes trying to get away from my hold I squeeze her neck harder her face facing the side she's red. I love it. My other hand leaves her back fighting with my pants to get my hard cock out the relief I feel as it hits the air" now be a good girl and arch your back at me " No " she says. I cock my head to the left where her head is facing " I smile at her , her eyes going wider panicking at

"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.