Brutal Vows の小説・ストーリー

Only a few people knew about it. He hate women that use despicable tricks to get a man. He hates her with passion. At this moment of solitude, Maria made a silent vow to herself. She would no longer accept a life of loneliness and neglect. She would find the strength to break free from the chains that bound her and reclaim her own happiness, no matter the cost. She didn't wait for long before Thompson joined her looking at the man coming down the stairs she could not take her eyes off him. Just like the day she woke up next to him in bed at the Silver star hotel. She felt her heart captured

Ahh, music to my fucking ears! After carving "Vengeance" into his chest, his body trembles from the strain of pain and exhaustion. Each ragged breath he takes echoes through the otherwise silent room. Tears mix with the heavy coating of sweat on his face, and mucus streams down. "I-I won't betray the Bratva," he stammers, his voice strained, the words barely audible.

In one brutal thrust he buried himself inside me, so deep I cried out, palms slapping the window. “Read the last vow,” he ordered, voice rough as he started fucking me in hard, punishing strokes. “The one you wrote for me.” My voice broke with every slam of his hips. “I vow… to burn with you… even if it destroys us both.” He groaned, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit mercilessly. The angle, the risk, the fear it all collided. Pleasure slammed through me viciously. I came hard, sobbing his name, clenching around his thick cock as my legs gave out.

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.

"That was for thinking you could disrespect me in my own establishment." "Please! Stop!" But I wasn't done. I grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby table and smashed it against the edge, leaving me holding a jagged glass weapon. "Open your mouth," I commanded. "What?" "I said open your mouth, or I'll cut it open for you." Trembling, he complied. I shoved the broken bottle between his lips. "Drink your own blood," I ordered. "Taste what happens when you cross me." The man sobbed as he was forced to swallow his own blood, tears and crimson streaming down his face.

he says, voice rough with conviction, “who do you think would dare harm the young Alpha?” “I don’t know,” I whisper, confusion gnawing at me. “Think, my lady,” he urges, then sinks to one knee, pressing his hand to the earth in oath. “By blood, by fang, I swear—I will give them their blood for water.” His vow ripples through me like still waters, yet the words roar in my ears like storm winds. Chaos thrashes in my chest. To silence it, I say softly, “Rise, Lucan.”

Something in Ethan’s expression shifted again. Not anger. Not frustration. Something closer to… resignation. “You think that now,” he said quietly. “But you won’t when you hear it.” Ava’s heart pounded. “Try me.” Silence. Heavy. Unavoidable. Ethan looked at her for a long moment. Then, He spoke. And this time, He didn’t avoid it. He didn’t deflect. He didn’t soften it. “The apartment in Brooklyn,” he said slowly, “isn’t mine.”

“That’s it. Take it. Feel how deep I can go.” He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, pounding into me with rough, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce against the stone wall. Each thrust punched a broken moan from my throat. “Say it again,” he demanded, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “It belongs to all three of you!” I sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Marcus—Lucas—Damien! I’m yours oh God, right there”