Novel & Cerita Sex Story Of Revenge

He knew that Sophia must have planned all of these and it is definitely going to be a disaster. " Nothing good comes out of her, I can swear it," he said. He was way too sure that it was going to be bad news for him. He took a deep breath and clicked on it. It was a video. He clicked again for it to play. It was the night he had wild sex, he was all over the girl and he had lots of fun. He had no idea it was being recorded. " That bitch was sent to me by Sophia?" He hit his forehead with his palm.

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

I scolded myself internally, if a man that I had cherished and adored for years could easily betray me for my sister then why was I surprised that Mr Xander who was more of a stranger to me than not would do the same–choosing another woman over me. It stung, it was like reopening a wound that had not fully healed and revisiting that numbing pain of betrayal. Well, this only means that I will have to show him just how great of a secretary I could be. If I proved to be invaluable to him then he wouldn't need to replace me even if he got involved with another woman. With that new resolve, I called Simone after a casual greeting and I said; “ is it possible for us to be meeting more often?” I as

If you fall for a crazy nutter, with a tendency towards sadism, cold brutal acts and shit loads of money, make sure he can fuck you like a god and you will never have reason to complain ever again. Good sex can make up for a lot of misdemeanours. Alexi’s skill is the type of sex that can turn a sweet innocent girl into a raving psycho who would cut a man, for ever trying to leave her. He is that good in the sack. I thought delaying sex with this man would only heighten the reunion a little. Not make it out of this world mind-blowing that we may never top again. There isn’t a single part of me that’s not goose bumping and buzzing, and the blush across every surface of my skin on show and the

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.*

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

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.”

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

Christian commanded in a low, raspy voice, deliberately thrusting his hips forward so that Vivienne would return to suck his, which was already on the verge of release. "Damn it! Bastard you, Christian!" Vivienne cursed in her heart with a sense of frustration that burned her mind, soaring high. Her plump face flushed bright red, holding back exploding anger. If it weren't because she remembered the five-percent stock contract sheet she had just signed last night, if it weren't for her grand ambition to take revenge and seize all of Dominic Thorne's wealth, Vivienne swore she would never be willing to continue this disgusting and high-risk scene right in front of her own husband's nose who w