Witch Of Lust Novels & Stories

I looked down at her swollen, abused lips stretched around my thickness, at her beautiful face ruined by lust and sin, at her body kneeling before me like a sacrifice to a dark god. Even Lucifer would scream in envy, because no sin he ever committed was as perfect, as forbidden, or as delicious as what we were doing right here. "I’m gonna fill your throat, baby girl," I gritted out, my balls drawing up tight and heavy, ready to explode. "I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum you’ll choke on it. You’re gonna swallow every drop of your stepfather’s seed, and you’re gonna smile while you do it… because you know you earned it. You know you belong to me."

But I pushed aside my anger, focusing instead on extracting every last detail from Olivia's wolf. "And what about the object Olivia gave Lucienne to put under her bed?" I pressed my voice like steel. “I saw the footage so don't you dare lie to me!” "It was from a witch," Olivia's wolf confessed, her voice trembling with fear. "She said it would help Lucienne see her wolf that way she would trust us and we would be able to order her around." “What witch?” I asked and she explained what the woman looked like and where to find her. The revelation only fueled my anger further, and I wasted no time in issuing orders to my pack members.

Thоѕе lips оf his wеrе a dangerous thіng; they ѕhоuld rеаllу соmе wіth a warning. Hе mоvеd away mоmеntѕ later, his eyes dark wіth lust. I knew I’d flipped a ѕwіtсh that hіѕ need fоr me hаd grown within that оnе kіѕѕ. I nееdеd him tоо.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Lust. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed silently that he would not do what she thought he might. Despite the excruciating, stinging agony on her lips, Alexander did nothing to ease it. Her helpless struggle was all he could focus on as he sat there hovering over her. When he abruptly pulled the heavy cover off her, his eyes darkened instantly; her white dress had ridden up past her knees, exposing her creamy, soft thighs. Seeing her blood-stained chest and gushing lips only fueled his strong, twisted attraction to her. Emma hissed in pain when she felt him forcefully grasp her bare thighs. But she didn't move. It was happening—the horrific thing she feared the absolute most—but she menta

She needed him to feel pity for her. I’ve changed locations and he always ends up finding me. This time he tried to rape me. At the mention of rape, Rios developed sudden hate for the guy he had no idea about. He hated guys who wanted to force their way on women even when the women didn’t give consent. I had earlier booked a reservation for a spa. I had gone there with the hopes of relaxing myself as I had been stressed out lately going from one company to the other trying to get my books published.

Lust was his middle name! Ecca walked towards him in a seductive gait while Khuraan was barely holding himself back. She placed her hand over his chest and rubbed a bit. “Is it better than Carmen’s?” It took a moment for Khuraan to decipher her words. Ecca was jealous. And in order to snag his attention and to lay her claim, she was now seducing him.

He said winking at me "I see, so who is the top in the relationship?" Malcolm asked smirking at me "Nathan is. At first we were in the switch but I decided that being a top wasn't for many and I love being a bottom" I said smirking back "Oh, because most guys are ashamed. Being a bottom is amazing but most wouldn't understand the pleasure we get out of it. They see it as a lower stage of homosexual and they think we're actual pussies" Malcolm said to me

he growled, thumb grinding my clit, “or I fist this cunt till you pass out.” The chat exploded: $5K – FIST HER $10K – MAKE HER SQUIRT ON THE RELIC Mara straddled my face, pussy dripping, and silver rings cold against my lips. “Lick,” she hissed, grinding down. I did—tongue fucking her, tasting salt and sin, and her moans shaking through my skull. Luca added a fourth finger, stretching me wide, and knuckles dragging. I came hard, pussy clenching, and squirting over his wrist, soaking the velvet, the stone, and the fucking relic beneath the chaise.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.