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Like a beast starved for centuries, he mounted her through the night and ravaged her fragile body with no mercy. She gasped, screamed, pleaded, but he didn't relent; he continued to ruin her. His intensity was beyond her physical capacity. His bull strength rendered her vulnerable. She could do nothing but endure as he tossed her around on the ebb and flow of his desire. She woke up to a sore body and a hurting soul. Every inch of her ached as if run over by a truck. She shifted, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through her core, making her whimper. The movement caused a wisp of cloudy white cum to slip out of her body. The sheet beneath her was sticky and wet with their mixed juices and blood, an embarrassing reminder of her ruination.The sun poured in througswamh the window, bathing everything in golden light. They had slept in.Her gaze drifted to his arm, still locked around her waist. Flashes of the night before stung her eyes, his fingers buried deep inside, exploring her most
"Your dad has set the hounds loose.." Rio faltered mid-sentence, momentarily distracted by the scratches on his neck before quickly recollecting himself and adding, "You need to be very careful."Nate wasn't surprised. He had no doubt his dad had activated every contact by now, pulled every string to hunt him down and 'rescue' Sera. But he overlooked one crucial detail. Nate was his blood and flesh. His dad could tear apart the sky, dig the earth down to its core, but he still wouldn't be able to find him. And as for snatching Sera from him? Not in this fucking lifetime. "It's a good thing they don't know about me or else...." he trailed off as Nate turned his gaze upon me. "Or else? You would have snitched on me?" he questioned, voice calm but cutting."What? Of course, not. I just meant..you know, things would have gotten messy. I would never betray you," Rio clarified, flashing him a nervous smile to ease the tension. He wasn't his friend or acquaintance. He was a lower-class gr
Her eyes glazed over, her breath hitching softly as a flush of color warmed her cheeks. She couldn't think, could only feel— his manhood filling her inside. Reaching behind, he gripped her ass with as sense of entitlement. "You will never lock the bathroom again," She felt him easing out while spreading her ass apart. His hot breath caressed her quivering lips as he added possessively, "Will never hide from me," Then, he slammed back in, causing her to convulse against him. He was too much. She squeezed her eyes, breaking their eye contact. His eyes locked onto her with a fierce, claiming intensity, watching as her breath faltered in soft, uneven gasps. A hint of approval lit up his eyes as her walls softened around him. He choked her harder, causing her eyes to snap open. "Look at you," he murmured darkly, "taking all of me like you were made for it. Like you were made for me." This was the truth. She was meant to be his right from the beginning. He fucked her raw and intense whil
The diner was far from classy. The dirty rugs, red dim lights, rickety tables, and cheap aprons on the staff made it abundantly clear. His nose twitched with disapproval as a greasy scent of frying food hit him. There was a small window behind the counter, allowing glimpses of the kitchen. One could see sweaty "chefs" tossing noodles in the air right from the entrance. Cheap and disgusting. This place was giving him the ick. He looked over at Sera, expecting the same reaction from her. But she didn't seem the least bit bothered, much less disgusted."This place looks like straight from hell," Nate murmured, eyeing the grimy interior in disapproval before his gaze settled on a tower of glasses stationed in the center— The only aesthetic this place owned. Despite the awful ambiance, the diner boasted a good number of visitors. "You would know," Sera muttered under her breath, but he heard. "What did you just say?" he asked, an amused smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he led
Nate knew the involvement of cops would expose him to his dad. He couldn't risk that. He also knew the owner was trying to rip them off. He had targeted Sera on purpose to wring them out. He was in a vulnerable position right now; one wrong move, and he would lose her forever. Swallowing back his anger, he decided to play along for now. Once they were done hiding, he’d reduce this place to ashes, with its smug owner trapped inside."How much?" Nate asked, opening his eyes, hand slipping into his pocket to retrieve the wallet. "No. Don't pay him. He is ripping us off..." she insisted earnestly before asking in frustration," do you not trust me?" Nate gazed down at her, his features softening.His fingers brushed her cheek as he said, "I know, baby. I know you've done nothing wrong. I trust you and you also please, trust me. This scumbag thinks he is ripping us off.." then his gaze cut to the owner, sharpening into something lethal, "But he has no idea what's coming for him.""10 grand
"Where is he?" Ara asked. It had been days since Nate had fled. "We are searching," Killian answered with a heavy sigh. Ara's features twisted in strong disapproval. "That girl must be going through hell," her voice rose an octave as she reminded him. She clutched the lapel of his coat. Worry had been eating away at her ever since his escape. "You saw it in his eyes, didn't you? The madness, the rage, the fatal obsession. It still haunts me," Ara's voice wavered, she was scared for that girl. "Killian. Please, rescue that girl before it's too late."Killian drew her into his arms. His countenance conveyed disappointment. "How did our son become a monster, Killian? How did it happen?" she sobbed in his arms. "I'll find them," Killian promised her. He had gone so long without consequences that he began to feel he was beyond the reach of Karma. But now, it dawned upon him. His son was his Karma. Nate was making the same mistake he had committed. What Killian hadn’t known then, and w
Today, Sera prepared the meal herself as she was craving something homemade. And after last night's incident, she didn't think she was going to eat out anytime soon. The terror still throbbed inside her. He was already seated at the table when she served him breakfast. He watched her with a soft gaze, basking in her warmth and care. Now he understood why his dad never allowed anyone else to serve him but his mom. It was a small gesture, yet one filled with devotion. She was making sure he didn’t start the day on an empty stomach.She looked so beautiful, so ethereal, that he couldn't stop staring at her. Then, she flicked her gaze to him, and his heart gave a powerful jolt. Their eyes met only for a brief second before she looked away, oblivious to the chaos she was stirring inside him. She walked back into the kitchen after serving him. His gaze never stopped following her as she moved around in the kitchen, doing chores. From pushing her wild locks back to wiping her wet hands in
The four-year-old girl, humming to herself, skipped down the hallway when she heard a weeping noise. She stopped, tilted her head, and listened carefully. The noise was coming from around the corner. Without thinking, she tip-toed towards the noise. As she rounded the corner, she halted in surprise. Leaning against the balcony, stood a little boy. His tiny body shook with each quiet sob. He was bigger than her. The girl blinked, her round blue eyes growing wide in concern. She hurried towards him. “Hey,” she said softly. The boy’s sob got caught in his throat and he looked up. His silver eyes locked on her. “Why are you crying?” the girl asked. The boy eyed her in suspicion, meanwhile, her gaze wandered over to his injured finger. “Oui, you are hurty,” she exclaimed in concern. The boy glanced down at his finger, a thin trail of blood had started to trickle from the small cut. He winced as if the vision had enhanced the pain.“You should see Mrs. Lily. She’ll take care of it,” she
Today, Sera prepared the meal herself as she was craving something homemade. And after last night's incident, she didn't think she was going to eat out anytime soon. The terror still throbbed inside her. He was already seated at the table when she served him breakfast. He watched her with a soft gaze, basking in her warmth and care. Now he understood why his dad never allowed anyone else to serve him but his mom. It was a small gesture, yet one filled with devotion. She was making sure he didn’t start the day on an empty stomach.She looked so beautiful, so ethereal, that he couldn't stop staring at her. Then, she flicked her gaze to him, and his heart gave a powerful jolt. Their eyes met only for a brief second before she looked away, oblivious to the chaos she was stirring inside him. She walked back into the kitchen after serving him. His gaze never stopped following her as she moved around in the kitchen, doing chores. From pushing her wild locks back to wiping her wet hands in
"Where is he?" Ara asked. It had been days since Nate had fled. "We are searching," Killian answered with a heavy sigh. Ara's features twisted in strong disapproval. "That girl must be going through hell," her voice rose an octave as she reminded him. She clutched the lapel of his coat. Worry had been eating away at her ever since his escape. "You saw it in his eyes, didn't you? The madness, the rage, the fatal obsession. It still haunts me," Ara's voice wavered, she was scared for that girl. "Killian. Please, rescue that girl before it's too late."Killian drew her into his arms. His countenance conveyed disappointment. "How did our son become a monster, Killian? How did it happen?" she sobbed in his arms. "I'll find them," Killian promised her. He had gone so long without consequences that he began to feel he was beyond the reach of Karma. But now, it dawned upon him. His son was his Karma. Nate was making the same mistake he had committed. What Killian hadn’t known then, and w
Nate knew the involvement of cops would expose him to his dad. He couldn't risk that. He also knew the owner was trying to rip them off. He had targeted Sera on purpose to wring them out. He was in a vulnerable position right now; one wrong move, and he would lose her forever. Swallowing back his anger, he decided to play along for now. Once they were done hiding, he’d reduce this place to ashes, with its smug owner trapped inside."How much?" Nate asked, opening his eyes, hand slipping into his pocket to retrieve the wallet. "No. Don't pay him. He is ripping us off..." she insisted earnestly before asking in frustration," do you not trust me?" Nate gazed down at her, his features softening.His fingers brushed her cheek as he said, "I know, baby. I know you've done nothing wrong. I trust you and you also please, trust me. This scumbag thinks he is ripping us off.." then his gaze cut to the owner, sharpening into something lethal, "But he has no idea what's coming for him.""10 grand
The diner was far from classy. The dirty rugs, red dim lights, rickety tables, and cheap aprons on the staff made it abundantly clear. His nose twitched with disapproval as a greasy scent of frying food hit him. There was a small window behind the counter, allowing glimpses of the kitchen. One could see sweaty "chefs" tossing noodles in the air right from the entrance. Cheap and disgusting. This place was giving him the ick. He looked over at Sera, expecting the same reaction from her. But she didn't seem the least bit bothered, much less disgusted."This place looks like straight from hell," Nate murmured, eyeing the grimy interior in disapproval before his gaze settled on a tower of glasses stationed in the center— The only aesthetic this place owned. Despite the awful ambiance, the diner boasted a good number of visitors. "You would know," Sera muttered under her breath, but he heard. "What did you just say?" he asked, an amused smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he led
Her eyes glazed over, her breath hitching softly as a flush of color warmed her cheeks. She couldn't think, could only feel— his manhood filling her inside. Reaching behind, he gripped her ass with as sense of entitlement. "You will never lock the bathroom again," She felt him easing out while spreading her ass apart. His hot breath caressed her quivering lips as he added possessively, "Will never hide from me," Then, he slammed back in, causing her to convulse against him. He was too much. She squeezed her eyes, breaking their eye contact. His eyes locked onto her with a fierce, claiming intensity, watching as her breath faltered in soft, uneven gasps. A hint of approval lit up his eyes as her walls softened around him. He choked her harder, causing her eyes to snap open. "Look at you," he murmured darkly, "taking all of me like you were made for it. Like you were made for me." This was the truth. She was meant to be his right from the beginning. He fucked her raw and intense whil
"Your dad has set the hounds loose.." Rio faltered mid-sentence, momentarily distracted by the scratches on his neck before quickly recollecting himself and adding, "You need to be very careful."Nate wasn't surprised. He had no doubt his dad had activated every contact by now, pulled every string to hunt him down and 'rescue' Sera. But he overlooked one crucial detail. Nate was his blood and flesh. His dad could tear apart the sky, dig the earth down to its core, but he still wouldn't be able to find him. And as for snatching Sera from him? Not in this fucking lifetime. "It's a good thing they don't know about me or else...." he trailed off as Nate turned his gaze upon me. "Or else? You would have snitched on me?" he questioned, voice calm but cutting."What? Of course, not. I just meant..you know, things would have gotten messy. I would never betray you," Rio clarified, flashing him a nervous smile to ease the tension. He wasn't his friend or acquaintance. He was a lower-class gr
Like a beast starved for centuries, he mounted her through the night and ravaged her fragile body with no mercy. She gasped, screamed, pleaded, but he didn't relent; he continued to ruin her. His intensity was beyond her physical capacity. His bull strength rendered her vulnerable. She could do nothing but endure as he tossed her around on the ebb and flow of his desire. She woke up to a sore body and a hurting soul. Every inch of her ached as if run over by a truck. She shifted, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through her core, making her whimper. The movement caused a wisp of cloudy white cum to slip out of her body. The sheet beneath her was sticky and wet with their mixed juices and blood, an embarrassing reminder of her ruination.The sun poured in througswamh the window, bathing everything in golden light. They had slept in.Her gaze drifted to his arm, still locked around her waist. Flashes of the night before stung her eyes, his fingers buried deep inside, exploring her most
His heart had never raced so maddeningly before. Never until this moment, one building into the night he had ached for so long. Only he knew how much he had yearned for this night. The silence between them sizzled with unspoken promises, broken occasionally by her breathless gasps. He devoured her mouth, stealing all the moisture while his hands caressed her sides with a hint of urgency.He felt her trembling in his arms. She wasn't the only one nervous; he was, too. He had never craved intimacy, never touched a girl with wanton desires until her. His perversion began with and ended on her. And tonight, he wasn't going to lock it in. Tonight, he'd let it all out and claim her as his. So small, yet she fit so perfectly in his arms, as if she was meant for them. He guided her down on the mattress, his fingers reaching for the lace knotted on front. He had purposefully bought her dresses that were easy to remove when needed. With one gentle tug, the laces came undone, revealing two tende
He returned to their room, carrying a tray of sandwiches. This time, he wasn't leaving until she’d eaten. Water hitting the tile echoed from behind the bathroom door. She was still in the shower. Setting down the tray, he scanned their room. The servant quarters at his estate looked way better than this pathetic excuse of an apartment. He knew that because every Christmas Eve, his mother took them to the servants’ quarters to hand out gifts. A small gesture of gratitude she insisted on. The only merit this building held was its anonymity. He waited and waited, but when she didn't open the door, worry began to take root. He got up and crossed the room with quick strides. "Princess?" he called, knocking at the door, but no reply came. The shower was still on; he could hear it. "Open the door, princess," he demanded, knocking harder, his worry edging into urgency. The lack of response from her side was making him restless. He retreated and kicked the door. A few more times and the doo