Violación Novels & Stories

“It's not like the first time you've done this to me.” “Exactly, so you shouldn't take it too seriously.” “NO! You should stop d-doing that to people! Kissing people without permission is inappropriate— No, it is assault— No! It is attempted rape so you should never do that again! I-if you do, I'll throw you out of my house w-without any kindness.” With that, Poison ran into a corner in the mansion. Violet sighed, reflecting in her actions. Why was he so mad over a simple thing? He didn't complain about it before..

I wipe my tears and bite my lip harder to stop me from crying. And then I did something I shouldn't do. I pick up my phone and log into my I*******m account. Ever since the heartbreak, I didn't bother to unfollow Caleb and he unfollowed me the minute he told me I can't be a wife. I don't know why I still followed him, maybe I am trying to prove a point I was more mature in our relationship. I click on Caleb's handle and his profile comes to view. I click on his recent picture with Regina. They were on a boat cruise in Miami, kissing, and the picture was uploaded two hours ago with a caption that reads ' most beautiful woman in my world, I love you so much.'

Connor has already crossed the space between us and eaten it like nothing. His hands are on my face as his eyes inspect my body. His fake concern eats me so much than the fact that he violated my space. He climbed the wall, jumped over the balcony and violated my space! “Let go of me! I said, let go!” “Your chest? Does it hurt? Your head? Does it hurt there? Talk to me” “Get your filthy hands off me!” Get the hands that touched Viola off of me! His eyes glide down my body until they rest on my tummy. The tummy I’m holding.

My vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body. Derick fucked me through it, groaning at how tightly I squeezed him. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my oversensitive pussy, chasing his own release. Right as another orgasm began building inside me, his phone started ringing on the table beside us. The screen lit up. Alora it was a Video Call. Derick slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him. He looked at the screen, then at my flushed, shocked face, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.

Adam was just that fucked up. “Yes!” Nathan yelled out, scaring me half to death. I turned to him, his eyes wide and a smile stretching from ear to ear. “What did you find?” “I was scared, really scared the worst he’d get was for the attempted rape, but he has a prior felony.” Yeah, me, but we knew that already. He shook his head, seeming to know what I was thinking. “Not just you. A woman named Marie Valda. He attacked her four years ago. She spent two days in the hospital. Two prior attacks along with this one makes him a habitual offender.”

I'll tease you until you're trembling, then walk away. 2. Countdown Reset Penalty: If you break Rule 1 (the "ten counts") by avoiding me, declining my texts or calls, or refusing to engage sexually, I will add two more counts to the existing ten. 3. Extended Foreplay Penalty: If you falter in any other way, I will draw out the pleasure twice as long during our next encounter but still stop before climax. 4. Vulnerability Penalty: Instead of pain, the "punishment" is vulnerability. You will have to open up to me about a secret, a memory, or how you really feel about me.

He moved even closer to me, his body heat a comforting shield despite our hands already holding each other tightly. “How can they do that?!” he hissed. “The video was unsolicited! It was taken without your consent! You were the victim of a privacy violation, not the perpetrator of moral decay!” He was trying to suppress his anger—I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching—but I could sense the storm of his protective instinct clearly.

Not mine. A wave of dizziness swept over me. I leaned against the doorframe, breathing shallowly through my mouth to ward off the scent. My sanctuary, now violated, became a sleazy motel room for his vengeance. The violation was physical, a violation of my most intimate space. I saw it all: His hands on her. His body thrusting. Her screams where my pleasure sighs once echoed.

"The pup's mine. But that doesn't change anything —" The Council elder's expression hardened. "Knowingly attempting to falsify paternity to prevent a lawful mate bond severance is a Class Two pack violation. Both parties involved will face fines and a public censure." I should have felt something. Rage, maybe. Disgust. Something. But all I felt was tired. I'd given six years of my life and every dollar I'd ever earned to a woman who'd been planning to pass off another man's child as mine to keep my money flowing.

The sound mixing with her sobs. "And I'll use it however I want." He pulled out of her pussy. His hand reached down, gathering the blood and forced wetness. Using it. Using her own violation as lubrication. Then he pressed against her other hole. Forcing his way in with her blood. Brutal. Violent. Just ownership and the need to defile every part of her. Novalee screamed. The pain, sharp. Tearing. The violation layered on violation. "Whenever I want." He used her brutally. Completely. Making sure she understood. No part of her body was hers. Everything was his to take. His to use. His to destroy.