Todos los capítulos de HEATED REVENGE : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

CARLOS POV - 1:30 AMI stand in the doorway of her bedroom, a ghost in my own home, watching her sleep. She looks deceptively harmless, a siren at rest.The blankets are tangled around her legs like she's been fighting them in her sleep.She's wearing a tank top and one of her descriptive shorts. Simple. Comfortable.Across the curve of her hip, the fabric reads in bold, white letters: CUM IN. A silent invitation, a taunting tease even in her unconscious state.My eyes track the rise and fall of her chest.Tank top? She's wearing a top? Is she not comfortable enough?I made this place identical to her real apartment. Every detail matches: same layout, same paint colors, same furniture placement. A perfect replica designed to disorient her. To make her question what's real.Surprise, pretty doll. You've been a pawn all along.Initially, the plan was simple: capture her, then dismantle her piece by piece.I wanted to cut away the hands that plotted my demise and the legs that searched f

HONK HONK Surprise! the lunatic keeps his word, and I’m nowhere near ready.I woke up early. Really early.Before 2 a.m, I was wide awake.Why am I late you wonder?I woke to a disturbing reality that had me searching every corner of this house Carlos gave me, becauseFirst, it was his scent that filled me. Something gripping. Musky and sweet. Masculine.I stood up on the bed to check if I was being watched by him, nothing, until a warm wet feeling sticks on my vagina and a salty taste on my lips.My heart lurched in my chest.I reached for my gun, walked quietly to check the doors: locked.Everywhere looks untouched.Which made me even more fearful because,I needed an explanation for why I woke up with cum stuck to my shorts and lipsSomeone finished on me, and a twisted part of me whispered his name: Carlos. I don't know why or how. I truly don’t think he would, but it happened and my only suspect is CarlosBecause, no one lives around here save him and he wasn't bluffing when he

THALIA POVThe suggestion hangs heavy between us.I stare up at him and I imagine him blindfolded and tensed from orgasms I deprive him. Chained also and preferably on his knees. Pleading & begging to touch me.Have me."You're flushed" I lift up my eyes at his words"What you did is insane!" I jab his chest harder to hide the insane thoughts I just had“That’s right.” He moves closer, wrapping his wide palm around my tiny finger, bringing it down slowly“I told myself it’s insane.” He steps closer and my heart starts to race.“Told myself I don’t masturbate. Can't remember if I ever did.”My vision tunnels to the movement of his lipsWhat does he taste like? Stale cigarette? Cinnamon? I clamp my mouth shut. Not because I don’t know what to say. I don’t. But, because the closer he comes, the more my eyes focus on his lips on mine.Would he devour me or worship my mouth?“But the image of you bare-chested in my shirt…” His hand goes around my waist, and pulls me close to his chest,my

CARLOS POV The air in the warehouse is thick: not just with the smell of old oil and gunpowder, but with the collective ego of fifty men who didn't like being proven wrong. I stand on the periphery, arms crossed, leaning against a rusted support beam. My eyes are locked on Thalia. She looks like a stray cat dropped into th midst of rats, yet seemed comfortable.“Doesn’t she have his face tagged in her data?” Damien whisper beside me. His voice tight, caught between professional curiosity and the sheer terror of what I might do if this went south.“She does,” I replied, my voice a low grate. “Good way to let out her anger. Better Orio than me.”In the center of the mats, Orio: a man built like a brick wall with the personality of a toad, squared his shoulders. He is at least thrice Thalia’s weight. He look at her small frame, her silent posture, and he made the mistake every dead man in my past had made: he assumed size dictated the outcome.“Let me teach you a lesson, pretty doll…”

CARLOS POVFists clenched, jaw tight, feet slightly wide apart. I beckon on to her with my palm. A slight glint of tremor passes through her face and she charges at me.Both fists clenched and stretched to hit me, but it's a deviation. I can see Her right knee is buckled and the closer she gets to me, the further her left leg dig onto the hard floor as she raises her right leg up to my stomach.I hold her leg before she could strike, she falters a bit but recovers quicker.She pulls me close by the collar of my shirt,lift herself off the floor and jab my jaw using my shoulde a support.It was unexpected i falter back.We go three more rounds.She gets me twice: once with a kick to the thigh that’ll definitely bruise, and once with a punch that splits my lip.My brain stops functioning for a nano secondsWhen she got me by straddling me, I felt something foreign.My heart. It had a drumbeat. Not my cock or balls.My heart, It drummed so fast, all I could focus on was her telling me she