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I'll Take the Best Out of This Useless Reicarnation

Beware that this is a smut and fast-paced story. There's also abuse and violence. If you are sensible about it, don't read it. It's an adult romance-fantasy-historical story. So, don't complain about the heavy content later!!!! One more thing, the story contains many songs in it, since the protagonist decided to make the songs she used to love on earth, known in this new world. • • • Hope Ariella Bissonnette. That was her name now, after dying in a terrorist attack when she was arriving in Australia, back when she was Anna Le Beaumont, on earth, who had an absolutely tough life. She had been reborn in the world of a novel, as the first daughter of a southern Count. But not as the heroine or the villainess, as she used to see it happening in the novels she enjoyed reading. No, she was just a useless character with no sentences but a mention in the story. However, when she realized there was more to her persona than the novel talked about since it was centered on Duke Luc Von der Meer and 2nd Royal Princess Alina Desormeaux's complicated love story, she decides that the best course to stay alive would be to hide the power within her and live a low profile life. But after she finds out that her kind fiancée was having an affair with her bastard step-sister, she loses it. After all, she spend so long to find someone suitable and with who she would be able to bear being close, and now all her effort had gone to waste because of her step-sister and her stepmother's jealousy. Then, after she breaks off her engagement, and postpones her 20th birthday ball, her ex and her step-sister get married in a hurry, and just a month later, she comes and announces that she was three months pregnant, meaning she was sleeping with Hope's fiancée way before she found out and broke it off. And all of that on the day Hope had chosen to throw her masquerade birthday ball, after postponing it. Even though she's pissed, she goes with it, already having in mind that if that bitch tried to get her spotlight, she would make her regret by showing everyone present exactly what she caught them doing the day she made herself single again. But she didn't expect to meet him there, the mysterious northern silver-haired tall, and hot man that she hadn't invited it. She found herself drawn to him instantly, as he also approached her. Still having plans of finding a perfect husband in mind, she straightforwardly proposed to the man. He didn't say no. But didn't say yes either. However, as he responded to her flirting, she decided it was a good either to stay with him since he got her body warmer like no one ever did. After going with her plan and singing some songs she used to love hearing in her past life, Hope got everyone impressed. And the man, who had asked her to dedicate one of the songs to him, was there, enchanted by her. The ball became chaotic when her step-sister tried to get the spotlight with the news of the pregnancy, and Hope didn't have it. With the help of the mysterious man, she went forward with the first part of her revenge. But as her dad got aggressive and lost his mind, the man protected her and took her away from there. She didn't even know his name, but it didn't matter, since he was there. He had defended her from her father, and that made her sure that he was the one she should marry. What he did make her crave for him with all her soul. Little did she know that he went there for her because he had been trying to find a way to get to her for months. He was yearning for her like he never yearned for anything in his life. But he knew that if she knew his identity, she would try to stay away since the rumors said she didn't have a good feeling towards him, even though they had never met. He wanted her, but as she was engaged, he kept his distance. But as they broke it off, he got his chance. He just hadn't expected her to be so straightforward with what she wanted from him, or that she would want him that badly.

AnnGuslavia · Fantasie
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56 Chs

Eighteen

WHEN THE TOWEL FELL, I THREW AWAY, DELIGHTED by how he gasped and automatically put his hands possessively on my hips.

Then he sat with his back straight and made me sit on his lap, right over his underwear. And let me tell you something, he was really hard, and I'm really melting, so a touch was enough to make a low moan come out of my lips. As I opened my eyes, I could feel his intense gaze on me, even though I couldn't see it.

He tightened his grip on my ass, pressing me harder over him, "I have to warn you again that once I begin, I don't think I'll be able to stop, Hope," he mumbled, his deep voice like a low roar. "Last chance for you to escape!"

I let out another moan in response, feeling my nails almost ripping the tissue over his forearm because of my hard grip, "And for the last time," I managed to say, "I want you!" Then I licked my lips and kissed him.

Thankfully, he didn't say anything else regarding the idea of stopping before it was too late. Since it was already too late from the second he cornered me in front of the wardrobe. The 'gay' argument always ends like this in novels, I'm really glad the same happened to me. It feels beyond exciting.

Running out of patience, without breaking the kiss, I used my sharp nails to rip his underwear carefully, and threw it away without batting an eye. Then I let my hand touch his enormous hot cock, guiding it to my entry. Getting up on my knees, still, without stopping the kiss, I positioned it on my pulsing wet pussy and sat on it.

He moaned in my mouth and intensified the kiss when I felt like screaming, and put one of his hands on my waist, while the other was still on my ass. Suddenly knowing what to do, he helped me move on him, probably noticing that it was difficult for me to do it alone because of his length. And so, he used that moment to put it all inside as well, since I couldn't do it, and the impact of feeling his cock up beyond the walls of my womb made me arch my back, breaking the kiss, and moaning loudly.

So, he switched it up and laid me down on the mattress, still inside of me, coming on top, and opening my legs widely. Getting a better view of my sensible zone, in which he was inside.

Not being able to keep my eyes open, I closed them, moaning like a deer, and hugged his back with my arms. Then he wrapped my legs around his waist, touching his abs on my chest. His thrusts get quicker, deeper.

He went so strong inside of me that the bedframe began to violently hit the wall, and then, again, with a move of his fingers, he put a small distance between the bed and the walls, without stopping. "You are really fucking tight, Hope, oh my Gods, I feel like you are squeezing me!" He whispered in my eyes.

I still wasn't able to say a word, unable to stop moaning or to open my eyes. Too caught up in what he was making me feel, and in how our bodies were entangled with each other. Entangled in a way that made me feel like our bodies were made for this… to fit one another.

"Stronger," I plead.

All I could hear was his sensual low laughter, "I don't want to break you, Hope. And I'm afraid I might do just that!"

Painting, I managed to say, "Stronger, please. I… need…" He shut me up with another intense kiss, thrusting stronger than before inside of me, moving my small body with his.

"Do you want me to devour you with all I have?" He whispered on my lips, his honey sinful words with desire. "Even if that might hurt?" I doubt it'll hurt more than the first contact that almost ripped me apart. "Do you want that?"

"Yes… Please..." I mumbled not being able to even hear my own voice anymore.

He smiled over the kiss, then bit my bottom lip sensually, "Try not to faint, darling," it was all he said, before thrusting so hard that he had to hold me tight by my waist so I wouldn't fly up and hit my head on the bed frame, and it was amazing.

I felt my body melting more and more each time he went inside me, and I kept pressing the walls of my pussy harder each time he entered me, just as I learned from a woman specialist in sex back when I was Anna when she said that by doing this the man would go crazy. And by how he moaned loudly and cursed non-stop, I worked.

"Fuck… Hope you will get me addicted to this holy body of yours," he muttered, spreading kisses on my neck, leaving my mouth free. "You won't be able to get away from me after this," he whispered smiling.

"Why is it that your possessiveness is so attractive?" I muttered grinning, not letting the overwhelming sensation of his body on mine get a hold of my mind again. And when his lips touched the sensitive skin of my breast, I gasped, not being able to hold back the moan.

He sucked both of them as if his life depended on it, and bit my nipples softly, but enough to make my eyes roll back in pleasure, "It seems like I can do wonderful things with my mouth, hm?" What an ego.

My fingers went to his hair and I brought his lips back to mine, "Then stop using it to talk," I provoked him, biting his bottom lip as he did to me, and then I kissed him again. His tongue wrapped around mine, leading the dance between them, and I wrapped my legs around his waist again.