Reborn For Revenge

I was hanging on the edge of a cliff, watching my husband shove his tongue into my best friend's mouth while I screamed for help. "Watch, Serena," Ethan sneered, unzipping his pants right at the edge of the cliff. I watched in horror as Lila knelt down, despicably swallowing his genitals, while my hands, gripping the rocks, slipped away. "Die with the realization that you're never good enough," he groaned, kicking my hands away as he climaxed. I screamed and fell… then woke up soaking wet in bed, gasping for breath, my body trembling from a hallucinatory orgasm of fear and rage. It was the morning of the wedding. I was alive. I needed to erase his touch. I needed a new partner. I went to Lucien. I didn't give him the business documents he wanted. I gave him my body. “Let me forget him,” I pleaded, straddling Lucien’s leather chair. He didn’t hesitate. He ripped open my panties, his huge fingers plunging directly into my burning desire. “After I’m done with you,” he growled against my lips, “you won’t even remember his name.” He pounded into me violently, hard and fast, each wet slap proclaiming his possession of my second life.