Romans & histoires Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

My wolf whimpered, cowed by the numbers and the sheer violence. “Pretty thing.” one of them grunted, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up. “Think of all the fun we're gonna have.” another laughed with his breath a toxic cloud of alcohol. “Gonna have ourselves a real party.” the first one said, leaning down close. “A gangbang for the history books.” Terror, cold and sharp finally pierced through the pain. This was it..This was how it ended. Beaten and violated on a road to nowhere. I squeezed my eyes shut, a broken sob escaping my lips.

Viola muttered with a dark laugh. “I just have to carefully plan how to end your happiness. If I get my hands on you, I’ll kill your kids in front of you, one at a time, slicing their throats and chopping off their bodies into tiny pieces. I’ll forever cherish the look of despair and the sadness in your eyes. I’ll make you powerless and kill you. Having Wilder wouldn’t save you. I would hurt you and that would be the same as taking away Wilder” Viola was ecstatic as she pictured everything in her head.

It’s in the way we fight, the way we fuck, and the way we kill. I was never a fan of Shakespeare. Never seen a man so revered for taking forever to make a point, but right now I can’t help reflecting on one line from Romeo and Juliet: ‘These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume’. That line could have been written for us. But we’re not star-crossed lovers, and I would never die for a man, and I would never want a man who would die for me.

she gasped, shivering. He smiled against her skin. "No, Sera. I *am* violence." A bell clanged, and the fight ended brutally — one man crumpling to the blood-slick floor while the crowd roared. Another took his place immediately. No mercy. No rest. Just blood and dominance and pain. And Valerio reveled in it. He was a different creature here — more dangerous, more untouchable. And somehow. Sera was even more drawn to him.

And then he pulled her over. It was like free-falling without a parachute. A white explosion of sensation that erased her mind and set every nerve in her body ablaze. Her body arched violently against the restraints, a long, raw scream tearing from her throat. She convulsed, waves of pleasure radiating from her center, so powerful they seemed to tear her apart. Through a haze, she saw Valentim watching her, his dark eyes gleaming with primal satisfaction. He observed every spasm, every tremor, like an artist contemplating his masterpiece in flames.

Ruining Luciano’s party in the process. My doll’s fierce gaze reappeared in my mind, her voice drifting back to me. She had wanted to know if I would kill everyone who touched her, and truly, I would. The fastest and most effective way to get things done, in my world, was violence. Even the kingdom of God suffers violence, and only the violent take it. With a compelling force. I had just come into my bedroom and was cooling off with a glass of whiskey, after an intense punishment session with her.

As Faith screamed out in pleasure, another violent orgasm surging through her body, her ass tightened around his bloated shaft, kicking the handsome devil between her legs over the edge. "Fuck fuck fuck! YES! FUCK! UUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! FFFUUUUUCCCKKKKK!" Jordan groaned out as he slammed his cock up to the nuts inside her, just in time for his own explosion. Again, his cock exploded, balls twisting in pleasure as more rockets of thick, broiling hot cum fired from his swollen nuts deep into her waiting ass. His cock fired off into her ass, again and again, a sensation that drove the slut crazy.

*Warning: Graphic Content Ahead* This story contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and degradation. Reader discretion is advised. The content may be triggering or disturbing for some individuals. Proceed with caution. “I want her to be part of my girls,” Dominic repeated, quieter now. But darker. Dirtier. He turned the collar in his hand slowly, like he could already feel it tightening around her virgin throat. “She’ll be number four. She’ll bleed. She’ll scream. She’ll crawl.”

He closed his eyes, crumbling the little piece of paper in his hand and clenching his fists hard. He didn’t speak. And just like that, the devil himself had breathed through the walls, taking all the warmth and peace that was reigning in here. “What is it? What does it say?” I asked softly in a low voice. Vince slowly opened his eyes and stared ahead in front of us, his eyes burning. His wrath was wildfire, burning through every reason and logic, snapping the restraints and just… destroying. “I hope she tastes sweet. Tell her not to cry when I sink into her.”

I instructed and left the room after drowning the last glass of my drink. I walked towards my room, ready to retire for the night and think about what to do with Valeria, how to reach her at least. But a strong magnet pulled my mind back. I wanted to see that woman get punished, wanted to make sure she learned her lesson tonight, and never dared to talk trash at me anymore. I would very much love to see the fear in her eyes, to see her beg to be released, to be set free from the impending pain she is about to witness.