Sinful Nights Of My Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I wanna create all the beautiful sin with you. Tonight I won't Spare you." Grant me another trauma, Take my soul away. Next will be updated soon but kindly leave your comments. I will appreciate it!

Aziel I looked at the peacefully sleeping girl by my side. She was snoring a little and looked so pure and innocent in her sleep. I still didn’t know if I could trust how innocent she looked since she was their daughter after all. The criminals that were masquerading as socialites. I didn’t think that the bruise was just from a fall. I could tell that she was hiding something from me and I wanted to find out what it was not I needed to. When I first met her I couldn’t even recognize her because she was so different from her picture. One thing was for sure that she was so much more beautiful but the photo could not capture the pain and the darkness behind her eyes.

*** Sophia woke up the next morning and found herself in a strange bed and she couldn't remember how she got there. She stood up and found the bed to be stained with blood, and the waist pain was too much. "What happened to me?!" She gasped. Then everything started returning to her. She dropped her head in her palms and wept. As everything reflected back and replayed in her mind, a flood of tears streamed down her cheeks. "Darn it! How can he do this to me? That beast, I must tell my parents about this and he should get ready to rot in jail! I will never forgive him for taking away my pride so cruelly, something I have been able to preserve for years!!"

I can still hear my heart beating fast. He didn't change our position. I can still feel his throbbing dick on my butt. I tried not to move so I won't disturb his sleeping buddy and decided to sleep. Fuck! I know I will be regretting this tomorrow. "Good night, my lady," Peter whispered. I couldn't feel the coldness because of his body. I felt the warmth and found the comforting position I have always wanted. When the morning comes, Peter offered me a ride. I am sore all over my body and god knows what I have been through last night. Peter paid for the things that we used. He bought it just to throw it because he knows it's already dirty.

I'm trapped, and the realization sinks in like a weight on my chest. Sin takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper. "You know, I've spent all these years planning my revenge. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to make you pay for what you did to me. And now it seems that opportunity has presented itself on a silver platter. How delightful." His words send a jolt of fear through my body, and I find myself desperately searching for an escape route but I know I am not getting out of here without giving him what he wants.

Now, I hated him—hated the man who’d shattered my world, who’d pushed me hard enough to lose our child, who’d left me to claw my way through the wreckage of my faded fame. But hate was a fire, and fire could burn both ways. I let him lead me out of the club, his grip firm, my dress clinging to my skin, the night air sharp against my flushed cheeks as we headed to his apartment. I wasn’t here for love. I was here for revenge. Inside his penthouse, the city’s glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows over sleek furniture and polished floors. Marcus didn’t waste time, his hands on my waist, pulling me against him, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that was all teet

The crotchless panties were a deliberate, humiliating exposure, a constant, cool draft against her most sensitive flesh. “No,” she whispered, the word a fragile thread of defiance. “Not that. Not next to him.” Lucas’s smile was a slow, chilling curve of his lips. He stepped behind her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. His eyes were dark, fathomless pools of lust and cruelty. “Oh, yes,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr that vibrated through her. “That’s exactly where. He took everything from my mother while she lay alone in her bed. It’s only fitting that I take everything from him while he lies next to you. It’s poetry, tía. Dark, be

Her mother was crying silently all the time she was given a sponge bath. The next day, Gillian did not talk about last night. She just complained a severe headache. Genova gave her painkillers for the head and the body pain. Gillian knew that her mother pitied her but she remained close-mouthed to all the debauchery and depravity that happened to her that night. And on the other Saturday nights. She liked to separate the double life she was forced to live. Lupo did not darken their doorstep again. He watched like a hawk on her customers for the night. Always giving her a pill by the door before entering hell and always giving her a morning-after pill at dawn.

Instinctively, I shuffled backward until my back hit the bed frame. It had been five days since he discovered my infidelity, and I hadn’t had a single moment of peace since. On the very first night, at midnight, he slipped into my room while I lay passed out on the floor and beat me with a wooden stick. He hit me so hard I blacked out for twelve hours. When I woke up, a private doctor was there to treat my wounds and administer painkillers. He was a quiet, old man that was around Edward’s age.

bra, and that the breeze from the fan was making my nipples hard and quite visible through the nearly threadbare fabric. Josh didn't even try to hide his gaze, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of embarrassing me. My blood began to boil and I gripped the arms of the chair as Josh calmly took another sip. "What is it you want, Josh?" I asked suddenly bursting out of my chair and placing myself in front of him. Josh held the stem of the glass between his thumb and index finger, twirling it thoughtfully, admiring the way the light played with the redness of the liquid inside. "What is it I want?" Josh repeated. He turned to face me. "Why, I want what any man wants my dear, and th