Ruthless Desire
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"Strip" He said calmly.
Eliza eyes widened, she look at him like if she heard wrong.
And kevin notice it.
"You heard right baby, strip" He said in amusement.
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It's my first day in university I was very happy to start my new journey of my life but i didn't know that i become someone's obsession. He was the biggest bully in the university, no one has the courage to stop him. He is the son of the mafia leader, entire university revolves around him and i became the part of his dangerous world, his obsession.
Content warning ⚠️
Bullying
Violence and blood
Abuse
Force relationship
Torture
Abusive character's
Dark romance
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He was brutally fucking her while gripping her waist tightly. Her hands were locked in handcuffs. Holding her waist firmly, he kept thrusting roughly. "Aaah... fuck... slut... you're still so damn tight, even after I've brutally fucked you so many times," he growled in a dark voice, continuing to thrust into her. "Ah... you're fucking delicious..." But she just lay there silently, staring blankly. Tears streamed down her face, yet she kept her lips tightly sealed. She had already made up her mind that she would never beg this monster to spare her. Seeing that she didn't react only made him angrier. He became even more furious, thrusting into her faster. Letting go of her waist, he grabbed her small breasts and roughly squeezed them as he continued moving in and out of her rapidly. "Aaah... fuck... I'm coming..." After a few more thrusts, he climaxed inside her. He slowly moved in and out of her while taking one of her small breasts into his mouth, sucking on it as he roughly pressed and squeezed the other with his hand. After a while, he released her breast with a soft pop and leaned close to her ear. In a dark voice, he whispered, "Little baby... today you're trying so hard not to let out a single painful moan. I'm impressed. But tonight will be even more painful for you, so be ready to moan my name, you bitch." With those words, he drove himself all the way inside her two or three times. Then he pulled out, unlocked her handcuffs, roughly turned her over so she was lying on her back, and adjusted her legs on the bed. "When he is blinded by his thirst for revenge, will she survive his torment?" 🖤 Trigger Warnings⚠️ This story contains dark and disturbing themes, including r@pe, violence, abuse, coercion, non-consensual situations, psychological trauma, and other mature content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 21+ readers only. ⚠️ Read at your own risk. This is just a work of fiction.
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He was brutally fucking her while gripping her waist tightly. Her hands were locked in handcuffs. Holding her waist firmly, he kept thrusting roughly. "Aaah... fuck... slut... you're still so damn tight, even after I've brutally fucked you so many times," he growled in a dark voice, continuing to thrust into her. "Ah... you're fucking delicious..." But she just lay there silently, staring blankly. Tears streamed down her face, yet she kept her lips tightly sealed. She had already made up her mind that she would never beg this monster to spare her. Seeing that she didn't react only made him angrier. He became even more furious, thrusting into her faster. Letting go of her waist, he grabbed her small breasts and roughly squeezed them as he continued moving in and out of her rapidly. "Aaah... fuck... I'm coming..." After a few more thrusts, he climaxed inside her. He slowly moved in and out of her while taking one of her small breasts into his mouth, sucking on it as he roughly pressed and squeezed the other with his hand. After a while, he released her breast with a soft pop and leaned close to her ear. In a dark voice, he whispered, "Little baby... today you're trying so hard not to let out a single painful moan. I'm impressed. But tonight will be even more painful for you, so be ready to moan my name, you bitch." With those words, he drove himself all the way inside her two or three times. Then he pulled out, unlocked her handcuffs, roughly turned her over so she was lying on her back, and adjusted her legs on the bed. "When he is blinded by his thirst for revenge, will she survive his torment?" 🖤 Trigger Warnings⚠️ This story contains dark and disturbing themes, including r@pe, violence, abuse, coercion, non-consensual situations, psychological trauma, and other mature content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 21+ readers only. ⚠️ Read at your own risk. This is just a work of fiction.
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