Semua Bab TIT FOR TAT: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 62So instead, I shook my head, "Forget it.""No." His voice was firm, "You can't say something like that and then tell me to forget it."I turned toward the bathroom, "I don't want to talk about it.""Serena." He called again. I stopped.He moved closer, "The day I did what?"I slowly turned around. My eyes met his."You really want to know?" I asked already plotting my next plan of action."Yes." He said."Are you sure?" I asked again. He didn’t know what I was about to do, if he knew, he would dismiss it immediately."Yes." He said sounding surer of his answer.I studied him. Then I laughed softly, "Fine." I stepped closer like I finally wanted to give him a kiss he would die to have, "But perhaps you already know."His expression tightened, "I don't know what you are talking about."I folded my arms, "Come on, Adrian."He waited.I continued, "We've been living in this house together for four months." His face changed slightly. I continued again, "We've been sleeping in th

Chapter 64THIRD PERSON POVAdrian’s breath came faster. “Babe, when did my good girl turn this bad?”Serena leaned in close, her bare breasts brushing his shoulder. “You were wrong to think that I was ever a good girl, Adrian. I am about to show you a glimpse of what I am capable of.” She picked up a strip of cloth next, folded it once, and pressed it between his teeth. “If I leave your mouth open, you might scream in pain,” she said, knotting it firmly behind his head. The gag muffled his reply into a low, helpless sound. Then she took his trousers off leaving him in boxers only.She stepped back to admire her work. Adrian’s arms were pulled back, shoulders stretched, the rope biting into his skin. His cock strained visibly against the tight boxers, a dark patch already spreading where pre-cum leaked through. Serena smiled, then turned and walked slowly to the bed, hips swaying in a deliberate catwalk. She sat on the edge, her legs crossed, completely at ease while he strained agai

Chapter 66THIRD PERSON POVShe reached down and tugged the boxers away from his waist, exposing his cock completely. It stood rigid, the head dark and swollen, a steady bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. She wrapped her hand around it once, gave it a single, slow stroke, then let go.Adrian groaned, hips jerking forward. The rope bit deeper into his wrists.Serena wiped her hand on his chest. “Look at you. So desperate. So pathetic.” She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “I could leave you like this all night. Or I could make you watch me again. Which would be worse for you, I wonder?”He shook his head, eyes pleading.She straightened, walked to the bed, and picked up the vibrator again. She turned it on, the low buzz filling the room once more. “I think I’ll let you watch one more time,” she said, settling back on the mattress with her legs spread. “And this time, I want you to count how many times I cum.”Adrian’s cock twitched visibly. He tried to look away,

Chapter 68He didn't even dare ask how they knew about his family.He simply stared ahead, "I understand," he whispered."Good." The man stepped away.Vanessa's eyes darted between them, "What do you want?"No answer."Who are you?"Nothing."I said, who are you?"The men remained silent. Then the driver finally opened the doors. One of them opened the rear door.Vanessa screamed, "Get away from me!" She pushed herself against the opposite side of the vehicle. The man's hand reached inside. Vanessa fought. She kicked. She grabbed at the door, "Help!" The driver remained frozen. He wanted to help. Every instinct in him told him to help. But the threat against his family kept replaying in his mind. He sat there with his arms folded tightly against his chest, trembling as Vanessa struggled."Please!" she shouted. The men pulled her from the vehicle, "Let me go!"Her handbag fell to the ground. Her phone slipped from her fingers. She tried to grab the doorframe. One of the men caught her

Chapter 70Vanessa couldn't stop staring at the table.It was the table itself that frightened her. Not because it was particularly large. Not because it was old or impressive. But because of what had been deliberately arranged across its surface.Several objects lay beneath the dim overhead light. A knife. A heavy-looking hammer. A pair of thick restraints. A handgun. A length of chain. Several other objects whose purposes Vanessa couldn't immediately identify.They had been arranged with an almost disturbing neatness. Nothing was scattered. Nothing looked accidental. Everything appeared to have been placed there deliberately, as though someone had prepared the table long before she arrived.Vanessa stared at the objects. Her throat moved as she swallowed. Once. Twice. Then again. Her mouth had suddenly become dry. She tried to maintain the confident expression she had worn earlier, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.Her fingers curled against the arms of the chair. She coul