{"id":253839,"date":"2026-07-13T03:05:30","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:05:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beautiful-hate-lorrain-allen\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:05:30","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:05:30","slug":"beautiful-hate-lorrain-allen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beautiful-hate-lorrain-allen\/","title":{"rendered":"Beautiful Hate – Lorrain Allen"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cThis is going to hurt,\u201d I rasp and drive into her tight muscles. Zilphia cries out, her delicate features contorted in agony. I lie flat against her soft curves and curl my fingers over her shoulders, thrusting and rolling my hips until she\u2019s stretched to capacity, then my control shatters.<\/p>\n

I plunge into her with punishing brutality, unleashing three years of pent-up anger on her body. \u201cI\u2019ve earned this,\u201d I groan against her wet cheek. \u201cYou\u2019re mine to break.\u201d I dip my head and feast on her tits, circling my tongue around the raised bumps on her areolas. The air mattress deflates, but I don\u2019t stop. I can\u2019t stop. I\u2019m fucking obsessed. Obsessed with her tears. Obsessed with her pain. Obsessed with being inside her. I fell hard for her back then, and I\u2019m falling hard for her now, but this time I won\u2019t play her fool.<\/p>\n

This time the joke is on her. The familiar warm tingling starts in my balls, then shoots up my cock. I come, filling her tight asshole to the brim. \u201cShit,\u201d I groan, giving a final thrust. I roll onto my back, feeling drowsy and sated. Zilphia curls herself into a tight ball, silent sobs racking her body. I stand and fix my clothing. \u201cGet dressed and meet me outside,\u201d I demand, ambling to my feet. 1kitap1.com\/en I cut my blueberry pancakes into square sections before drowning the buttery fluffiness in maple syrup, but it\u2019s all for show.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t bring myself to eat. My stomach\u2019s a knot of nerves and nausea. Sandman sits opposite me, devouring his steak breakfast without a care in the world, like he didn\u2019t just brutalize me less than an hour ago. The meat is practically still mooing. Pinkish-red liquid pools on his plate, turning my stomach.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s jarring sitting at this booth with him, inside this restaurant. A normal couple enjoying the morning meal together. That\u2019s what people see, but appearances aren\u2019t always what they seem. Makes me wonder how many times I\u2019ve viewed my surroundings through rose-colored lenses. I\u2019m more than a little surprised he brought me here.<\/p>\n

I thought for certain he was taking me to some isolated field to murder me. He put me through literal hell, and now he wants to feed me. Why? It doesn\u2019t make any sense. Is this his demented way of courting me? I\u2019d rather be at home sleeping my aches away. Maybe I can get some answers. \u201cHow did you find your father?\u201d Sandman pauses, fork halfway to his mouth, his blue gaze settling on me. I squirm under his piercing stare, wishing I had kept my mouth shut.<\/p>\n

Curiosity did kill the cat after all. He puts his fork down, the silence stretching between us.<\/p>\n

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Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The author acknowledges all song titles, song lyrics, film titles, film characters, trademarked statuses, and brands mentioned in this book are the property of, and belong to, their respective owners. The publication\/use of these trademarks are not authorized\/associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Lorrain Allen is in no way affiliated with any of the brands, songs, musicians, or artists mentioned in this book. Editors: Abby Gale & Owl Eyes Proofs & Edits, LLC.<\/p>\n

Proofreader: Chrisandra\u2019s Corrections Interior formatter: Champagne Book Design Cover designer: Temptation Creations 1kitap1.com\/en If you\u2019ve read my previous books, then you already know my antiheroes aren\u2019t here to be redeemed. For the uninitiated, proceed with caution. Sam, aka Sandman, takes what he wants without remorse or apology. Groveling? Not in his vocabulary. Expect murder, mayhem, betrayal, and some of the most jaw-dropping noncon scenes you\u2019ve ever read. Dare to enter the world of the Gods\u2026 but don\u2019t expect to leave unscathed.<\/p>\n

Click here for a detailed content warning list. 1kitap1.com\/en To all my hater fans, thank you so much for your continued support.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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