Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

And then the voice of my mate, now unaffected by mate bond projected out of mirror: "Now that I am freed of the shackles of the mate bond, I can tell you how I really feel about you, Marcellus. I hate you, Marcellus; I hate you so much. Don’t ever forget that. I hate you almost as much as I hate Malleteagan. I hate the air you breathe. I hate the ground you step on. I hate and loathe you, Marcellus. I hate every cell and atom that forms you and each fragment of life which runs through your body and soul. I hate your existence. I hate the moment I met you. I hate that you are breathing the same air as I do. You are the most disgusting, repulsive, revolting and pathetic man I have ever met.” A

I scuff at his words. "Ugg, fine. I hate you!" I sneer, wrinkling my nose, making him chuckle. "No you don't! You love me." "No. I hate you, no, let me correct that! I loath you, Logan Spencer. You know my weaknesses far too well." He chuckles, throwing his head back and hugging me tight. He buries his face on the curve of my neck and moans. "What?" I ask, curiously. He looks at me, with a slight smile. " I love your smell, you know that?" He says making me blush.

After taking just a couple of small glasses, passing out and unable to recall my first time having s*x, I had woken up with a splitting headache and a pressing urge to retch. Next to me, Andrian had seemed unbothered, even, disgust coating his features as he looked at me. Back then, I had assumed that he was merely repulsed by seeing the vomit but now that I was much wiser, now that I knew what true love felt like, I felt disgusted just looking back. He wasn't merely repulsed. He just hated me..He was disgusted by me for reasons only known to him. He had never loved me but I had been too blind and disillusioned to see the truth..A man would do anything for the woman he loved, including bathi

"You're angry at the fact that you wouldn't get to have me all to yourself." Heat flooded my body instantly. I felt a thrum of desire so strong I had to clamp my legs shut. I stood perfectly still, trying to hide the way my breath had hitched. The way he was talking to me—the raw, arrogant confidence of it—was doing terrifying things to my body. "I can't accept this sir. This is highly inappropriate!"

The only word I was able to say was SORRY. He was trying to get an explanation from me for what I did to him while he was trying to control himself. Why did I never contract him? Why do I hide the fact I was never in love with him? What am I doing here in LA? He looked so frustrated yet so happy to look at me. I could tell he was happy to see me but very angry for lying to him for all these years. It was not just an ordinary joke. His veins popped up due to anger.

Pure, undiluted loathing. She shoved me away with surprising force. Her hands pushed against my chest like I was something poisonous. The look in her eyes was devastating. It wasn't anger or hurt. It was pure, visceral revulsion. She looked at me like I was the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen. Like my touch physically sickened her. Like the very idea of my lips on hers was unbearable. I staggered backward. I was shaken by the intensity of her reaction. Her dark eyes burned with six years of accumulated pain and betrayal. Six years of being treated like an unwanted burden. Six years of loving someone who'd never loved her back.

“Beg for it, baby. Beg us to wreck this pussy. Tell us how much you love being doublefucked on your wedding night by your father-in-law and uncle.” “I love it!” I cried out, pushing back onto both cocks with shameless desperation, my voice hoarse and broken. “I love having both of you inside me. Fuck me harder — stretch me wider — fill me with your cum. Make me yours. Ruin me for anyone else! Please — destroy my married pussy! I’m your slut — your shared family whore!”

My arms and chest were on fire, tingling and itching and although I wanted nothing more than for my mate to hug me close, the desire to sink in his embrace stronger. “I know you were worried, but you never gave me a chance to explain.” I spit out, throat aching from how hard I was trying not to scream. “Do you know how it feels to be ridiculed by the one person who promised me to change?” Tears burned in my eyes as I glared at him. “I don’t like it when you act so unreasonable and arrogant with me, Aiden. It makes me feel small, weak and reminds me of the time in my old pack.” I drew a ragged breath, hands trembling as they fell to my side.

I don’t know where or how and why but those eyes. The instant I saw them I needed them as I did. “I am serious.” She said deadpanned. So am I. I wanted to reply but I know the weight of these simple three words so I decided to remain silent. “If my love can be a glib then this detest could be superficial as well.” I told her softly, taking the hand her eyes were fixed and intertwined my fingers with to find perfection in the gap from my skin to hers. “We both hold facades so stop searching for reasoning to justify your hate.”

Keeping his lips very close to my face made me frightened as hell he started laughing. He took a step back and laughed like a monster. Suddenly he got silent. "You said that you are not afraid of me. Look at you, Just a pussy cat" He said that made my anger rushed to my body. " I - Am- Not- Afraid- Of- you" I spatted back " All I feel with closeness is disgust because I HATE YOU, (Nafrat Karte hai hum apse) And to the extent that has no limit. I hate you, your face, your Empire, and everyone related to you" I finished and took long breathes.