Erotic Revenge Stories Novels & Stories

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

His gaze fixed on Bianca, he walked over and immediately slapped Bianca. Bianca's body fell to the floor. The woman clutched her hot cheek. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. Not only physically, but her heart also hurts to have been treated like this. The woman gritted her teeth in anger, she hobbled up and returned a slap to Xavier. "How dare you!" Xavier growled in a low whisper. Instead of feeling scared, Bianca seemed to be challenging Xavier. The two of them stared at each other intently as if neither of them wanted to budge.

Kimbeerly smiled and thanked Alexander again. “What should I do for you?” “You go shower and get cleaned up. I'm almost done and don't need your help.” “Your words are mean.” Kimbeerly smiled slightly. “Hurry up.” Alexander did not pay attention to Kimbeerly's words. Instead, he took a seat on the barstool and watched Kimbeerly busy with various cooking tools. Alexander smiled slightly at how beautiful his wife looked. Despite all the plans Alexander had made and all his thoughts focused on his revenge, Kimbeerly was indeed as beautiful and as good a woman as he had ever met. Alexander may have fallen in love but it wasn't for love. Anything that crosses his boundaries he won't do because hi

It was time for storytelling, a cherished tradition that wove together the threads of our collective history. One by one, werewolves stepped forward, sharing tales of ancient battles, heroic deeds, and legendary figures. The stories resonated deep within my soul, stirring emotions and a renewed sense of pride in our heritage. It was a reminder of the strength that coursed through our veins, the resilience of our kind, and the unbreakable bonds that united us. As the night wore on, the music started to fill the air, its rhythm pulsating through the courtyard. Werewolves of all ages, their forms shimmering in the moonlight, swayed and danced, celebrating the freedom that came with embracing th

Ethan stood up and take a quick breath in while he was choking. He storms towards her and quickly he dipped in his fingers and fucked her. While she said to stop, he continues finger fucking her until her cunt becomes sore and painful. Still, he won't still stop, and he withdrew his finger and dipped in his already hard erected Cork while she screamed out and the devilish side of her overcome her. Her eyes turned to greenish black and her well hidden wrinkles vein popped out along with her claws emerging faster than she could have to imagine. She pushed him off in great force thanks to magic such that his head hit the wall with a great force, and she strides towards him.

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

Skin slapping against skin, while the room was filled with wet and filthy sounds of raw sex and heavy breathing from both men. Robert pinched my nipples until I cried out around Marcus’s dick. “That’s it, Clarissa,” he rumbled. “Take us both. You feel so good… so tight… squeezing me like you never wanted me to leave.” His thrust picked up rhythm, harder and steadier, his balls slapping my ass. Marcus pulled out of my mouth, just long enough to slap his wet dick on my cheek. “You like this don’t you? Being used by both father and son. Debt whore!”

Damian gave her a grand ceremony, turning it into one of the Alliance’s favorite love stories. As for me, my name was dragged through the mud. Thanks to Damian’s accusations, the suitors who had once come seeking my hand in marriage no longer dared show their faces. To them, my “infidelity” wasn’t even the main problem. What terrified them was the possibility of producing offspring with a lower bloodline.

" A collective gasp filled the air. The words had a haunting, familiar ring. Asher had publicly eviscerated me with lines just like these more times than I could count, and I had taken it, too love-blind to walk away. Now, I served every cruel syllable back to him—a perfect, precise reflection of his own poison. Let him feel the searing humiliation of being trash in the eyes of the one person whose esteem he craved. I had lived that hell. Now it was his turn. The knife fell from his limp fingers to the floor. I let out a cold, dismissive snort. "And here I thought you had some conviction. If you'd actually gone through with it, I might have respected you a little."