Sinful Nights Of My Revenge の小説・ストーリー

I never believed the night would turn out like that, but perhaps I was angry at Jennifer; fucking her sworn enemy felt like a revenge against her, and even though I didn't feel great as I fucked the girl, I got a bit of satisfaction as she writhed under me in pleasure. I would have sought revenge for Jennifer again, but this could also be me getting revenge on her for sleeping with Lyon Sander, whom I didn't like too, tooth for tooth. “Fuck!” I moaned as my cock plunged in and out of her, and I could feel my cum building up. I increased my pace while spanking her ass.

I had just gained their trust. I wasn’t in the high ranks yet but I was climbing, slowly but surely. And when I got high enough, I’d make sure none of them could breathe without asking my permission. But that night… that night wasn’t about power. It was about revenge. I returned to my chamber in the heart of the ruins. The room was lit only by black candles. There were shelves of bones, jars of eyes, and torn pages from forbidden books on the walls. And there, at the far end, was my cracked mirror.

I cried alongside her, and nothing has ever been the same since that night. That night, she unraveled herself to me, her deepest secrets… that night, I saw all of her, raw and unrefined. My revenge on the Sinclair family was meant to avenge my sister's death, a victim of trafficking, and to fight for the other victims who have no one to fight for them. To honor the souls that have been taken from them. That was my reason for revenge. But I had used and treated Daphne horribly, not knowing my victim was also a victim.

A tear broke through, tracing a path down as I powerlessly shook my head, trying to hold his wrist for mercy, “I-I didn’t mean to… Zayne, I-I…” “Shh. Shh. Don’t give me this look now.” He glared into my soul, hovering over me until our breaths blended and I could feel the fatality of his aura. "You were using me from the start. The child, the one-night-stand , it was all just a medium for your fucking revenge, wasn't it?" His grip tightened until I felt my skin burning under the grip to which I whimpered in pain. "Wasn't it!?"

The world beyond those walls ceased to exist. And when they finally gave themselves fully when sighs turned to cries, when whispers turned to moans muffled against skin the act itself became more than betrayal. It was defiance, worship, surrender, and ruin all bound into one. By the time dawn threatened, they were tangled in sweat and silk, their bodies exhausted but their souls alight. And as her head rested against his chest, the fourth sin was etched in silence a night that could never be undone. A Night Without Rest

I was empty; a shell. As the clock ticked the grief in me turned into anger. I wanted revenge. My parents would not be killed in vain. There was no way that I would let Arrigo get away with this. Tonight, Arrigo pays for his sins. Tonight, I will have no mercy. Tonight, Arrigo dies. ~~~

“Revenge.” ‎

The image of his naked body pounding into Christy was now seared into my mind like a brand, and the fury rose in my chest, until it was hot and suffocating. I wanted revenge. I wanted to show him I was not a dead fish. I wanted him to know that he was the one who was terrible in bed. That I was not defective. That I could feel, I could cum. That I could give pleasure and receive it. I had chosen to wait for the right person, and that choice did not make me broken. I cried harder, my shoulders shaking, but the pain did not ease. I wiped my eyes and looked around the bar through blurry eyes.

Nothing hurt more than when the player was being played. And, that would have been far from enough if her cheating date was just a random ordinary man. Roxanne knew better to strike so weakly, so she picked the man before her. Lance Laurent, the hottest bachelor in Los Angeles, the heir to Laurent Cop, the strong opponent of Christopher... What's more, Lance was Christopher's stepbrother. Such a choice, would definitely make her revenge taste more delicious. Suddenly a sharp pain from her nipple interrupted her beautiful revenge dream. Lance sucked harshly on her breast as a punishment for being distracted.

She asked and I looked back at her with coldness. “What do you want me to do? Cuddle you?” A tear sprang up in her eye and I took that as my cue to leave. I went to a nearby bar to have a drink to cool down after that session. Not going to lie, that was one of the best. These girls were just a distraction. A way of revenge on the world. These one-night stands aren’t what my revenge is. It’s the lives of the girls I play with completely. The girls I keep for a long time then break their hearts. It’s my way of showing the world that if it fucks me, I’m going to fuck it back.