The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 2

Lucien approached me step by step, his tall silhouette completely enveloping me in the dim light.

The apartment was deathly silent, and all I could hear was my drumming heartbeat.

"So nervous?" Lucien stood at the edge of my bed, scrutinizing me condescendingly, his low voice with a hint of teasing huskiness, "Afraid I'll eat you?"

I gripped the thin blanket around me and tried to sound like a truly amnesiac, helpless girl, "I don't know you."

"Don't recognize me?" He laughed softly and leaned right down, bracing one hand on the mattress at my side, trapping me in the crook of his arm. The distinctive male scent, a mixture of light tobacco and biting cologne, wrapped me tightly like an invisible net.

"The doctor said you're my girlfriend now." His breath sprayed warmly on my cheeks, "Couples should always do what couples should do, shouldn't they?"

"Don't ...," my voice carried a tremor as I symbolically pushed back against his solid chest. That little bit of strength, however, was ridiculously weak in front of him.

The corners of his lips hooked up in an evil arc, and his other hand accurately captured my hands that were pushing back, lifting them over my head, and pressing them onto the pillow.

"Don't be afraid, I'll let you think about it slowly."

Before the words left his lips, he pressed down hard.

The kiss, full of aggression and possessiveness, roughly pried open my lips and teeth, and the tip of his tongue attacked my mouth with searing heat.

I could taste the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, sending me into a dizzy spell.

I was almost suffocated by his kisses, my body involuntarily leaning back, only to have him clasp the back of my head tightly. The unfamiliar pleasure came like a tidal wave.

His hands ripped open the buttons of the wide shirt I was wearing, and the cool air stirred a wave of fine goosebumps across my skin. But his warm palms soon covered them, his calloused fingertips roaming and kneading my sensitive skin, igniting a blaze of starbursts wherever they went, from my collarbone to my chest to my flat belly.

Between the sky and the earth, I was completely overwhelmed by him. His body was as heavy as a mountain, yet it carried a searing heat that ironed every inch of my skin.

I can feel his firm muscles pressing against me with explosive power.

Shock, shame, the thrill of revenge against Damian, and an unfamiliar lust ignited deep inside my body, intertwined and exploded inside me .

I could feel him watching me the whole time, his eyes taking on a sharp, probing quality.

"Norah," his voice was husky as he buried himself in the crook of my neck, his hot, wet lips and tongue sucking at my skin so sensitive it was trembling with wariness, his hot breath spewing into my ear, "remember what I smell like?"

All I could do was respond with small, broken moans and shaking my head.

His lips and tongue continued downward, the tip of his tongue nimbly teasing the buds on my chest that had already stood up, each suck and nibble causing the fire inside me to burn even brighter, and an uncontrollable stream of hot, moist warmth surged out from the depths of my body.

I was like a small boat drifting in a raging storm, losing all direction and strength, and could only let him take control. My fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets underneath him, my knuckles whitening from the exertion.

He finally removed the last layer of barrier between us and pressed his hot, hard c**k against the lips of my most intimate p***y.

I tensed and stiffened.

The visual impact and pressure of that furiously open c**k sent a wave of vertigo through me.

I could feel the burning heat of its tip, grinding against my most sensitive point, one at a time.

"Relax, Norah," he said with a hint of soothing in his voice, but moved without hesitation, slamming his hips and penetrating me hard.

A ripping pain accompanied by an indescribable fullness instantly ran through my body, and I couldn't help but cry out in pain as my nails embedded themselves deep into the broad expanse of his spine.

I could feel the strange sensation of being completely stretched and filled by him.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, intense and insane.

And the man who ignited it turned out to be Damian's brother.

Ridiculous, backstabbing, yet with a forbidden thrill.

He began to slam ferociously inside me, each deep thrust carrying a destructive force, as if he wanted to completely demolish me and eat me up. His tight waist and belly erupted with amazing force, driving our tightly connected parts in the most primal and frantic of rhythms.

The unfamiliar pleasure spread through my limbs like an electric current, and I couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable moan.

My sanity had long been drowned out by the tide of lust, and I could only instinctively cater to his movements, my legs unconsciously wrapping around his lean waist and climbing up to him.

I could feel his every in and out, as well as the extreme friction and fullness that the searing size brought inside me. He deliberately varied the angle and depth, each time crushing the most sensitive point inside me with such precision that I almost screamed out of control.

I don't know how long this madness lasted, but when an extreme spasm swept through my entire body, my eyes went blank, and my body went limp as if all my strength had been drained.

A torrent of hot semen poured out as deep as it could into my body in his final release.

The extreme pleasure and the intense feeling of humiliation nearly tore me apart. I went limp and weak in his sweaty arms.

He seemed very satisfied as well, lying on top of me, panting heavily, a part of his body still tightly attached to me, the afterglow searing.

All that remained in the room was the sound of our intertwined breaths and the rich, erotic, and faintly fishy odor that filled the air.

Only after a long time did he raise his body slightly, stroking over my sweaty forehead hair, his low voice ringing in my ears with a hint of mockery and deeper probing, "It seems that there are some feelings that the body can't forget."

My heart fluttered and my body stiffened involuntarily.

He seemed very content with his conquest of my body, and I, surprisingly, felt some unprecedented satisfaction and release.

The feeling panicked me and made me even more determined to use him.

I didn't dare think deeper than to close my eyes and let the exhaustion and confusion consume me.

This forbidden game had only just begun.