บททั้งหมดของ Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

VICKY’S POVShock, mortification, and sheer disbelief slammed into me like a tidal wave, leavin’ me dazed and breathless for a heartbeat too long.My knee froze mid-strike, and my hands curled tight into his shirt, nails diggin’ in like they were the only thing keepin’ me anchored to the earth.Why him? Of all the wicked luck on this floatin’ palace, why the hell did it have to be Leonardo Verilli?The man never struck me as someone who’d let his dick do the thinkin’. He was all ice-cold control, the kind of dangerous that made grown men piss themselves.So what the fuck was this? This raw, feral hunger pourin’ outta him like he’d been starvin’ for years?His low growl filled the dark cabin as he devoured my mouth again, his tongue tanglin’ with mine in a way that made my head spin.He didn’t even pause to see who he’d grabbed. He just kept kissin’ me like I was his last supper, one big hand roamin’ down my back and grippin’ my ass hard enough to make me gasp into him.I stopped fight

Leo’s POVThe sound of the belt striking her flesh is the most satisfying and beautiful sound I’ve heard in a long time, especially the unexpected moment when it lands and she screams out… Delicious.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, immersing myself in the moment.The sharp crack echoing off the walls, her little whimpers that followed, the soft, broken moaning she couldn’t hold back, and the vivid mental image of the angry red mark I must have left on her succulent skin.My mouth watered, and I swallowed hard, relishing every second.I could literally taste it, the sweet sting of pain mingling with the pleasure she was too stubborn to admit she craved.How exquisite it must have felt when the leather kissed her flesh, how the burn spread through her like liquid fire, making her body arch and clench in ways that begged for more.“You old bastard!”Her whimper of pain, her trembling voice fighting back tears, it sounded familiar, especially that thick Boston accent.My mind spu

VICKY’S POV“Son… of a… biiitch…” I choked around his cock, the words mangled and wet, barely intelligible as he shoved deeper, cuttin’ off my air and turnin’ the curse into a garbled, sloppy gurgle.Spit bubbled at the corners of my stretched lips, drippin’ down my chin in thick strings, my throat convulsin’ around his thickness with every forced thrust.The sound was obscene—wet gaggin’ mixed with my desperate, muffled attempts to breathe, each curse comin’ out as a strangled, cock-stuffed whimper that only made him groan louder.He held my head firm, his hips rollin’ slowly, makin’ me take every inch until my nose pressed flush against his pelvis and my eyes watered from the burn.“Learnt your place… now??”I couldn’t answer, just gurgled around him again, the vibration rippin’ a low growl from his throat as my throat fluttered helplessly.The humiliation burned hot, but fuck… so did the thrill.My pussy clenched on nothin’, drippin’ down my thighs, achin’ for the same brutal treat

VICKY’S POVI had crept out of that cabin at dawn, right after Leo finally dozed off.Thank God the power didn’t come back on until I was safely tucked back in my own room. I’m a hundred percent sure no one saw me slinkin’ down the corridor like some guilty teenager.Judging by the harsh sun pourin’ through the curtains, it had to be around 10 a.m.I still couldn’t bring myself to leave this bed and face Cindy.Don’t even get me started on Alaric.My phone had been blowin’ up nonstop. Thankfully, I’d found it lyin’ in the hallway when I snuck back, but how the hell was I supposed to look that boy in the eye after gettin’ pounded senseless by his own father?What was I thinkin’? Judge me all you want, that was straight-up stupid.But come on, if you were in my shoes, you’d be hard-pressed to say no to that sexy silver fox.You just would.I swallowed hard, my fingers unconsciously clutchin’ the duvet tight against my chest like it could shield me from my own thoughts.The memories woul

LEO’S POVHer eyes flashed with recognition and fear the second the words left my mouth, and that was all the confirmation I needed.I hadn’t picked the wrong woman.Rage surged hot and fast through my veins. My fingers tightened around her throat on pure instinct.Not enough to crush, but enough to remind her I could.She gasped, squirming, and slapped at my hand with frantic little swats.“I—I don’t—know—theee—” she choked, eyes rolling slightly as she struggled, “—what you’re talkin’ ’bout!”I scoffed loud, my brows knitting tight.The sheer fucking audacity of her still trying to play dumb.“You…don’t…know?” I murmured, a slow, dangerous smirk pulling at my mouth as she nodded frantically, still thrashing in my grip.“Fine.”I hissed the word through clenched teeth, then shoved my free hand into my left pocket. My fingers rummaged around until they closed around the delicate fabric.I dragged it out and dangled the ruined red thong right in front of her face.“Looks familiar?”Her