Romans & histoires Dirty Comebacks

It was warm and sticky between her thighs. Marcus got up and cleaned himself quickly. Rebecca lay there for a minute, sore and dazed. Her body ached in a good way she didn't want to admit. She stood up slowly, legs shaky. Cum dripped down her inner thigh as she walked to the bathroom. She cleaned up as best she could, but the feeling of him inside her stayed. She dressed in silence. Marcus watched her from the bed. "Remember the deal. Debt is gone now."

He yells at the croupier in a mini-dress, “Hey, Nida, keep my winnings for me! I’ll be right back!” The thin tattooed Indian woman seductively smiles at Rube, knowing that she will be sharing the muscled baddie’s bed as payment for her obedience. Reuben roughly pushes whoever was in his way just to get to one of the glazed glass doors lining a whole wall. These were the private spaces reserved for quickies but he needed it for another reason. He places a couple of chips from his winnings into the slot where the door’s knob is supposed to be. The door magically opens…

I knew that he resented me for letting Wendy discover what happened between us that night. If Wendy had remained clueless about us, she would never have left. At that point, I broke off from my thoughts. I brought Connor the antidote to the drug and some cold water. After helping him with the pill, I put a cold compress on him. After all, in the previous timeline, he had sacrificed himself to save me. I had to pay him back for that. “Where’s Wendy?” The antidote and cold water had helped him regain some of his senses.

The executive I meet on a dating app, Eric Cole, convinces me to invest in a supposedly foolproof investment scheme. After weeks of him wearing me down, I invest my entire savings of one million dollars. The next morning, I open the app and find a message saying the server is unavailable. Confused, I assume it's just a system update and immediately text my perfect boyfriend. But the message won't go through. Realizing the investment platform has vanished, I rush to the cybercrime unit to report it. After tracing the IP, the police tell me I've fallen for a classic scam. I'm stunned. Eric and I have even picked out names for our future children! No matter how many chat logs I provide,

“Most people get weird once the money comes up. You didn’t. That’s a point in your favor.” “Should I be earning points?” “Everyone earns points with me. It’s a very informal, entirely made-up system, but I take it seriously.” Talia sipped her coffee. “So far you’re doing fine. The blazers helped.” They kept going for the better part of two hours.

it was remaking us, piece by filthy piece. My body's wrecked, sore in the best ways, but already aching for the next time. Davis's cum still leaks from me, mixed with Nathan's, and Lucy's taste lingers on my tongue. I should feel guilty, but all I feel is alive, raw, desired, utterly claimed. This dark, twisted paradise... I never want to leave.

Same mischievous smirk that used to make half the team drool. I hadn’t seen her since before I left—back when she thought we were something more than a few nights tangled in sheets. “Didn’t think you’d come back,” she said, walking closer. “Or did you just miss me too much?” Behind her, Liam muttered, “Oh, this is gonna be good. First day back and the man’s already getting laid,” before walking off with a laugh. I ignored him. My gaze stayed on Ava. She looked good. Familiar. Easy.

Across from him, his brothers occupied the room like predators in their own territory. Lucien sat cleaning blood from a knife with a white cloth. Damian leaned against the bar counter, drinking expensive wine. Roman scrolled through financial reports while casually approving the destruction of three rival businesses through text. And Victor? Victor was laughing. Because in his hand was a cream-colored envelope. "A reunion invitation," he said mockingly. The entire room went silent for one second. Then Aiden chuckled. Low. Dangerous. Amused. "High school?" Damian scoffed. "Those idiots are still alive?"

Their leader took one look at her and said while grinning, "Some guys are into pregnant chicks. She'll bring in good money." Then, despite her screams and struggles, they dragged her away. Two months later, Tricia was dumped back home in pieces. Her baby had been miscarried after repeated assaults. She was infected with STDs and left infertile. The debt collector clapped Luke on the back and laughed. "Damn, your wife's a moneymaker. She paid off your entire debt in just two months. Here, she's all yours again. We're square." "Great, thanks, boss!" Luke grinned from ear to ear, thrilled that the beatings would finally stop.

“You have five minutes.” Damien nodded. “That’s all I need.” She let him in. The house was small but warm. Family photos lined the walls. School drawings and finger paintings adorned the fridge. There was life here—real, imperfect, beautiful life. It was nothing like the sterile penthouse Damien returned to each night. He stood in the hallway, listening to Camila’s soft humming from the next room, and for the first time in years, Damien Carrington felt… human. “You can sit,” Teresa said, pointing to the couch.