Violent Delights Have Violent Ends Novels & Stories

"Every moan, every tremble belongs to us." "I am yours," I panted. "Do not stop. I want more." Hours passed in a blur of skin, sweat, and pleasure. They worshipped every part of me. Fingers, tongues, and hard thrusts brought me to peak after peak. I lost count of how many times I came. Their dirty words and praises filled the room. "You are so fucking sexy when you come," Damien said. "Take everything we give you," Lucas added softly. By the end I was sore, satisfied, and glowing. They held me between them until I drifted off.

But he holds my hands over my head and continues his torture. I know how it’s going to end. His torture was too much for me and I faint.

“I was looking for this opportunity to end you, you bitch!” Danielle smiled at him as she slowly walked towards him with a blade clutched in her right hand, “I give my enemies the opportunity to choice the weapon the wants me to kill them with.” She said slowly, pulling out a pistol from her waistband. “so I ask you, do you want this or perhaps the gun?” Vincent swallowed hard, staring at the blade and the gun in her hands. “You’re a crazy bitch.” He said angrily and stood up from the ground; charging towards her, Danielle caught him midway through the motion with her right hand, bringing a heavy punch to meet his face. She punched him repeatedly as her pistol flee to Jackson’s side. “Bitch,

The bond that had formed between them and Anya was undeniable, and it brought a smile to my lips. Anya, I thought, you have truly captivated us all, effortlessly weaving your way into our hearts and solidifying our devotion to your well-being. While I had never condoned Vince's methods of violence and torture, this time, my heart yearned for him to unleash his wrath upon the despicable son of a bitch who had caused Anya such immense suffering. The thought of this person meeting a deserving fate, facing the consequences of their actions, brought a sense of satisfaction and relief.

She can feel the pain mingling with pleasure, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. “Tell me you want this,” he growls against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “I want this,” she gasps out, unable to resist him despite everything. He thrusts harder in response, making her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Every touch from him leaves a mark on her body—bruises and scratches that will serve as reminders of this intense moment between them. But even as tears stream down her cheeks from the physical pain, there’s a part of her that revels in it all. This is what they are—passionate and violent—two souls who collide so fiercely that neither one can esca

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

Everything inside me froze as a deep sadness engulfed me. Drakkan chuckled at the reaction his words brought from me. “They pleaded. Cried. Screamed.” He tilted his head and he had an unhinged look in his eyes. “And when I burned their bodies? Turned them into a stew to celebrate our victory?” He smirked. “They tasted delicious.” Something inside me snapped. A white-hot rage tore through my body and I let out an ear splitting scream before I lounged at him without even thinking. My new dagger flashed in a streak of obsidian that sliced through the air. Drakkan dodged, but I was faster. As he underestimated me. I twisted and slammed my knee into his ribs, I felt a satisfying crack.

"I can’t do this alone. I need someone on the inside. Someone who knows what it’s like to be broken by them, to have everything torn apart by their lies." I shook my head, my hands trembling. "But Damon... you’re talking about revenge. About becoming what they made you." He stepped closer, his presence felt overwhelming. "And you think I haven’t thought about that?" he said, his voice rising. "Do you think I enjoy being the villain? No, Lila. But if they want me to be a monster, I’ll be the biggest one they’ve ever seen. And I’ll drag them down with me. I’m doing this for us—for everyone they’ve hurt. For the people who can’t fight back." His eyes softened, his voice becoming almost pleading

His heart twisted painfully. “I’m not a coward,” Victor muttered to himself, slamming his fist against the steering wheel. “I’m not!” But even as he said it, doubt gnawed at him. Had he become what he hated? The man who loses control? The one who hurts the people he loves? He needed to drown it all out. A drink. Something to numb the noise in his head. Victor pulled into the parking lot of a club. Now this was when things got pretty nasty. "If you're not into raw, violent sex and explicit, graphic content, the next chapter isn't for you. Things get intense, dark, and downright nasty. Strictly rated 18+ – read at your own risk!"