Vengeance Meets Love

care of him; he could remember almost nothing from his past, and the

ch evil in him?" With him losing his memory, he became a totally new person, and in no time

I won't lie; he was the kind of man I wanted for me, but my hatred for him was obviously higher than whatever it could be that I thought I was feeling. The hatred burned within me, an

spirit must have been the one who made him trip and fall from that ladder. I thought of what I will do to get him deeper with me since he was already showing all signs of love towards me, so I decided that I have to make him more comfortable to confess his feelings for me. So, I knew this for sure: I had to seduce him t

n his bed as usual; he hardly leaves it; he will stay there with these sharp eyes that bite through my heart. "Oh, you are here," he said as I walked into his wide-open room. I strode in with a sweet sens

en tossed myself in bed with him. He shrank, looking at me, not knowing what to do—sho

touch. Then I gradually took off the thick duvet that he used as a cover, and I looked at him in the skimpy little boxers he wore, and I could see his arousal growing, and then I knew that he was f

he tried to remember; he wanted to know if we were lovers before his amnesia,

esitating, almost like he was shy, but in no time, the fire in him i

eavy and strong arms, and I could perceive his sweet, masculine smell. Hmm, he was getting into me; he pressed his body against mine, and before I could know it, he was a

the most sensual tone; his voice was like a cocktail of

called it a joystick because indeed, it was a joy giver. It dangled in between his legs in excitement, and at that moment, I had totally lost all my senses. I craved him

e realised what was happening. He stopped the romance just before the sex started, but before he could stop it, I had called out madly for him. I have tasted his tongue in me, and I couldn't help but think how po

pleasure? Or would he see through my ruse and try to stop me? I became scared; I knew not what he was thinking, and I wished I

still throbbing with desire, and I knew that I could use that desire to my advan