Sinful Nights Of My Revenge Novels & Stories

My body confuses as another orgasm ripples through. He grabs my hips and drives himself deeper inside me until he is cumming. His nails dig into my flesh as he shudders. Hencolapses on me muttering. “This is only the beginning angel, there's much more to come so much more you'll pay for your sins.” What sins? I ask myself before it all goes black around me once again. Mulvey

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.

Who else borrows a loan for her husband to spend on another woman? My heart craves revenge. Marcus wouldn't even commit himself to paying the loan because he loves himself too much to work to pay a dept. Having nights of fun with his gorgeous, rich brother would be perfect vengeance. And I will be paying the loan. Killing two birds with one stone. It's sinful but fair. I turn back around to face the billionaire with a determined face. "Thank you for opening my eyes. I will accept your offer. But only for eighty thousand dollars a night," I say.

Not with judgment, but with a raw, forbidden hunger. It's her best friend's father. And the way he looks at her, the way his own body betrays his dark desires, sparks a wicked new thought in Selena's mind. When a girl has nothing left to lose, revenge becomes a very tempting game. And what could be a sweeter revenge on the daughter, than to sin with the father? BRACE YOURSELF UP for the darkest, sensual, explicit, graphic romance you’ve ever read!!! EPISODE ONE: Nudes exposed, Lust awakened.

It was the only way I could make her tap into the deepest, darkest part of her that demanded revenge. Every goddamn night I had to listen to her moan and cry in her sleep. I knew it was her father’s image that plagued her nightmares. The blood. The death. The loss. And after yesterday, finding her in the bathroom on the floor slicing her skin, I knew she needed a way to let the pain drain out of her soul. That was why I brought her here today. That was the reason I made her pass judgement on the fucker who now had a bullet in his head. I was certain the sweet taste of revenge would calm her soul; it would comfort her, strengthen her. She just needed someone to push her, to force her into tak

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.”

“Then let’s make sure he never forgets us.” I smiled against his mouth. “He won’t.” Outside, the city waited for tomorrow night. The induction. The trap. And the blood that would finally wash away ten years of being invisible. I closed my eyes. And let the revenge settle deep in my bones. It felt like coming home.

Something like, you shouldn't have done it. But that look. That same expression was what I saw eleven years ago. Cold. Controlling. My stomach tightened. I was fuming in anger. My hands clenched. The Malcovich family—the same ones who destroyed everything I ever loved—were still trying to crush what was left of my dignity, because I wanted to use his son to get my revenge?. And now Miriam, with her pretentious little act, was trying to pin all this on me? Because of what? Because she couldn’t stomach the fact that Ethan no longer looked at her the way he looked at me?

“He never jokes about anything, especially threats.” I shrugged, deciding to shove away the discussion and step into the current situation at hand. “Well, that’s the least of my worries right now.” We were at the bar section, waiting for my next target. For seven years, I’d planned my revenge on two men who’d been my recurring nightmares. First, it was Tyrique Sinclair. And the other? The one I was currently waiting for at the strip club was… Declan Hawthorne. Another mafia don. Billionaire. An underground criminal and secret assassin. Even the strongest men were scared to utter his name, and he rarely showed his face except at nights.

"We are suckers for revenge Xavier. Cruel bastards. And I am sure if it was my mother who had killed your mother you would have done the same thing. So don’t behave like you wouldn’t have wanted to take revenge.” And his words were true. He would want revenge too. And what Sinister did was self-defense as well. It was either him or Xavier’s mother. And in conclusion, he knew everything was his father’s fault. He cheated on his mother, raped another woman, made her pregnant, and then didn’t even protect the woman he claimed to love. He was selfish and it was his doing that turned everything more worst than it should have been. Sinister suddenly pulled his phone out and showed him the pictures