Sinful Nights Of My Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Don't thank me. Just come home to me tomorrow night." "I will." He leaves. I turn back to the mirror. Tomorrow night. Hotel Carlyle. Suite 1410. 8 PM. Julian Voss's last night of hope. And my last night of revenge. After that? I don't know. But I'm ready to find out. One way or another. This ends tomorrow.

I could still feel the heat of his skin when he’d grabbed me and how scared he’d looked when he realized he’d cut me. It was so easy to forget who he was when he smiled, when he touched me like I mattered. But last night was a sharp reminder. Azrael wasn’t a regular man. He was a Mafia lord. Torture wasn’t a glitch in his character, it was part of the job description. What had I been expecting? That he’d handle traitors with polite letters and forgiveness? I laughed quietly, bitter and hollow. Maybe I was the one being naive. By afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I left my room and went looking for him.

He howled as I pushed deeper, my hand disappearing inside him up to the wrist. I started fucking him with my fist, slowly at first, then faster and harder, punching deep into his guts. “Feel that?” I hissed. “This is what it felt like every time you and your son destroyed me.” I motioned for Damien's men as they attached heavy nipple clamps to both men, while I continued fisting Silas. The small weights from the chains jugged painfully with every jerk of their bodies. The pain and overstimulation made both men cry openly. A sudden surge of euphoria hit me at the sight. I was finally getting revenge, though it was brutal in a way, but still. Is this what revenge felt like? It was exhilarating

Warm. Genuine. And young. Much younger. The thought made something dark stir inside me. Because I would be lying if I said revenge wasn’t part of this. Selene always feared aging. Feared younger women replacing her. Now look at us. She was alone. Begging for another chance. While I couldn’t stop thinking about a woman far younger and far more beautiful than she ever was. Maybe fate had a cruel sense of humor after all. The next morning I woke up wondering why

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

This is so dangerous and reckless and I can't even believe father allowed it to happen. Without knocking on the door, I burst into his office, standing face to face with him, who was sitting down on the sofa with a whore between his legs. She was naked on her knees and the only thing I can see was her head, moving up and down while Angelo is holding her by her hair. Angelo sensed my presence and looked up at me, still holding the girl's hair in his hand and pressing it against him. I could hear her choking, and I wrinkled my face in disgust.

He still refuses to cheat on her, such a loyal bastard. But not to worry, that so-called faithfulness he shows towards her, shes about to shatter it using her sexual enchantments, shes about to make it all crumble to the ground. She opened her wardrobe and brought out the sexiest red lingerie she could find in her closet. She grinned as she put it on; looking into the mirror before tying a robe over it. Now I will finally begin my revenge on you, Rabbi Sinclair. **********