Sex Stories Revenge Novels & Stories

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

she whispered. Victoria felt a strange mix of satisfaction and something new stirring,the revenge felt complete, but this... this opened doors she hadn't expected then she traced a finger through the cum on her skin and brought it to Laura's lips and Laura licked it off without hesitation. Her husband wiped sweat from his face. "This doesn't fix everything," he said quietly. "But fuck... that was intense." Victoria laughed softly. "We're not done talking or fucking." She reached for her phone on the nightstand, the red light still blinking from an earlier recording,she hadn't stopped it and the whole threesome was captured.

I told her. "Have you done this a lot when pregnant? No, I'd rather go back and cuddle with Steff." She retaliated. "Have you ever experienced angry sex or revenge sex?" Grace paused before responding with a resounding "No." "Trust me, there's nothing wrong with being naughty and having a good time every now and then as long as you don't do something terribly stupid like cheating. Revenge sex is when pent-up aggression and passion are released via sexual practices that are frequently wild and intense. You'll thank me later for it." I smiled.

He jerked himself faster now, eyes darting between Luke's intense gaze and the women pleasuring each other nearby. The air filled with the symphony of their ecstasy: the wet slap of Luke's hips against Joe's ass, the squelch of fingers in pussies, mingled grunts and moans, the distant ocean roar. Sweat poured off them all, bodies glistening like they were forged from the sea itself. Rhea broke the kiss with Camille to cry out, her fingers working Camille's g-spot relentlessly, while Camille's hand twisted inside Rhea, pushing her toward release.

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

“What the hell am I saying? I wonder what Sebastian Sinclair saw in you! It’s crazy how you married both brothers.” She stroked my cheek. “What does sex feel like with Maverick? I’m curious. Do you compare them? Who has the bigger dick?” Disgust twisted in my gut, and I forced myself to speak. “Shut up, Layla,” I gritted out. “If you have nothing better to say then just leave me here.”

She was just another conquest, another notch in my belt of vengeance. Isabella's eyes widened in hurt surprise. "But—" "No buts," I snapped, pouring myself another scotch. "You got what you wanted—multiple orgasms from a real man. Now go back to your husband and pretend you're still his faithful wife." I watched her dress, the satisfaction of revenge mingling with the familiar emptiness. Sex was my drug, my escape—but it never lasted. As the elevator doors closed behind her, my phone buzzed on the bar. A message from my assistant: *Late-night files delivered to your office. Marketing intern Elena Hayes stayed behind to finalize the report.*

He said, "Geri, I'm curious. Once you cure me, how exactly are you planning to get your revenge?" Her hand faltered. He pressed on, "Are you going to blow out my other ear? Make me blind in one eye? Pimp me out? Or… make me deliver more condoms to you and Jonah? Don't tell me you're putting in so much effort to save me out of some lingering affection for a sinner like me."

Dawn crept through the curtains when I collapsed on the couch — the scent of hotel sheets still clinging to my skin. Regret pressed down on me, heavy and sour, but not strong enough to erase the memory of his hands. Fuck. I slept with my friend’s husband — my husband’s friend. There isn’t a word filthy enough for what I’ve become in the name of revenge.