Novel & Cerita Sex Stories Revenge

He left her standing there, her robe open, her skin flushed, and her heartbeat pounding in her ears. **** “What the fuck did I get myself into?” Celeste muttered more to herself than anyone else. Celeste sat at the edge of her bed, clutching the sheets, trying to calm her breath. But it didn’t stop. The heat. The humiliation. The memory of his voice in her ear when they’d dragged her back. "You’re not ready to beg yet. But you will." Her fingers dug into the silk sheets. She didn't like that she was attracted to the man who had forcibly taken her away from everything and everyone she loved. From her life. But she hated herself more. Because her body didn’t feel scared. It felt… alive.

Vivian hissed. “What are you doing here?” Drake snapped, panic written across his face. “How did you know I was here? Vivian, leave. Now. What if we get caught? Please, just go.” “Oh, really?” she scoffed. “We were here just hours ago, and now you bring another woman to the same place?” Vivian shouted. “And of all people—her? Terisa Avila? You know how much I hate her!” she added. “Fine,” she said suddenly, leaning close. “Give me a kiss and I’ll go.”

I definitely wouldn't want anyone telling Elora about my infidelity, it would be disastrous and would surely spoil my plans… the reason I always killed every one of the girls I slept with. They were just maids who naturally became history due to their social status, and this one was just one of them. With these evil thoughts swarming I’m my head, I pulled her hair and fisted it, watching her cry out in pain as if she already knew that today was her last day on earth.

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.

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.

“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 pointed at the screen of his laptop which was playing her sex video making her burn in shame and dread. “You drugged me that day,” Emma said bitterly. “Oh, and what about that night when you gave Sir Thomas a blow job and tonight, when you agreed to have sex with my cousin and his men so openly.” Henry looked straight at her, his words were like little pointy rocks hitting Emma’s heart mercilessly making her bleed from pain and shame. “You forced me to do that.” Emma gritted her teeth. “Really? Did I ask you to please my cousin tonight, huh?” Henry’s face turned dark suddenly and Emma paused.

The quiet felt safer than any conversation. Eventually I pulled back just enough to look at him. “I turned it around on him,” I said. “I made him face his own lies. For a second I thought it would make me feel powerful. It just made me sad.” Xavier’s thumb brushed my cheek. “Sad is allowed. So is anger. So is wanting to burn everything down.” “Is that what we’re still doing?” I asked. “Burning everything down?” His eyes stayed steady on mine. “That depends on you.”