[PREVIEW] Emilia's Revenge (Vengeance and Seduction Series #2)

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Emilia's Revenge

After her parents were thrown to jail for embezzlement, 16-year-old Emilia Harvey was broke and homeless. So she had to come up with a plan.

She found a way to keep herself from destitution, and to inflict revenge on the man who betrayed her parents. Little did she know she was going to get more than she had bargained for.

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The thing about sex with Daniel Scott was that it always interesting.

Depending on his mood, he could be anything in bed from relaxed to excited, from tender to rough. Sometimes we'd kiss for an hour, before indulging me in a great deal of foreplay. Then he'd take me gently, making sure I took as much pleasure in our coupling as he did, if not more. Once or twice he spent the night sobbing in my arms, for his sins both real and imagined, not wanting anything more than comfort and solace in my arms.

Sometimes he would take me as he would a piece of flesh he'd bought, to use as he pleased, without giving a thought to my pleasure. Or my pain. When he was rough, all I could do was accept my fate and let him do as he wished with me.

I liked that.

But he was in one of those temperate moods today. That meant sex was sex. Plain vanilla. Nothing to write home about.

"Emilia oh god fuck that's good!"

I could feel my second orgasm rising up my core with every thrust of Daniel's hips behind me. I was on my knees, my hands gripping the headboard of his enormous custom-built double king-sized bed. He was taking his time, savoring every stroke of his cock in and out my pussy. Although his movements were slow and deliberate, he was sweating and cursing under his breath. I clenched my muscles around his dick each time he entered me, and that always drove him crazy.

"Don't stop, baby ... Give it to me yeah... Emilia , oh god you're so beautiful. You're so fucking ... good... ahhhh..."

I didn't say anything; I just let him ride me all he wanted. When he was lost to the world, overwhelmed with all the carnal pleasure only my body could give him, it was best to just shut up and take my own enjoyment.

"Jesus ... yeah ... fuck baby that's good ... Jesus Christ ... Emilia..."

Daniel pounded into me faster, and I came hard. A cry escaped my throat before I could stop myself. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as shockwaves of pleasure raced throughout my body.

Vanilla or not, the sex was always pretty amazing.

Despite me having cum twice already, Daniel was nowhere near ready to stop. For a fifty-year-old, he was in incredible shape. Thanks to a regular fitness routine and strict diet, he had a body of a fit forty-year-old, strong and hard in all the right places. While some men his age took Viagra to help them with getting it up, Daniel took it to keep his up longer. That meant I had we could start doing it right after breakfast and not be done till lunch.

"Emilia ... Emilia ... Christ baby ... so good ... fuuuuuuck ..."

He was plowing into me at full speed now.

Twice he slammed against me so hard, my head hit the headboard.

Pain. It intruded into the sensations of pleasure that lit up my brain, sharply defining it into something else entirely. Whatever it was, I wanted more.

"That all you got, baby?" I taunted him.

Growling, Daniel lifted my hips mid-thrust. I lost my balance and my grip on the headboard. My head slammed into the wood once again as I pitched forward, my head dropping to the bed, my backside up in the air, held aloft by his strong arms.

I whimpered helplessly as Daniel rammed his manhood into me even harder. My head impacted the headboard with each thrust. It hurt.

With my ass lifted up, the angle with which his stiff, engorged member hit my insides shifted. It was good. Oh God it was good. My third orgasm surged through me just as Daniel, too, finally started cumming. He cried out triumphantly as he pumped his juices inside me.

I was nearly sobbing when I was finally laid back down on the bed. Without a word, I lay on my side, curled up into a ball.

Daniel lay at my feet as he tried to catch his breath.

After a minute, I felt him move to lie behind me. His arms encircled me, his hands cupping my breasts. He squeezed them gently. It felt nice.

"You were good, baby," he murmured. "So good. Oh Emilia ... Your body is fucking incredible, babe."

I was still shaking from our lovemaking. No one made me cum like Daniel Scott. It was mind-blowing each and every time.

"I don't know why it took me so long to get myself an eighteen-year-old to fuck," he went on. "My last girlfriend was in college and she's a goddamn old lady next to you."

While I did turn eighteen last month, I was seventeen when we first became lovers. He knew that. But he made it clear that he wouldn't make me his girlfriend if I didn't pretend to be old enough for him to fuck. And I wanted to be his girlfriend. I needed the money.

Daniel paid for my apartment, my clothes, my cab money. In return, I had to show up whenever he needed to get his rocks off. Which meant he had me on weekends, and on two weekday afternoons, whenever he could get off work. Like today.

I had a choice, of course. And I chose not not be broke. Ever since my adopted parents were put away for embezzlement and I was left on my own, I had to go under the radar so I wouldn't be put in foster care. I had no relatives who would take me in, and all my parents' assets were seized - money, cars, the house. I had nothing.

Now I had Daniel. He took care of me, and he used me. And I used him.

"I wanna get you something, babe," he said. "How about a car, huh? An SUV maybe?"

I didn't say anything. I just lay still and quiet. I let him talk, and touch my naked body.

His hands were still on my breasts. Not trying to arouse me or pleasure me, but just enjoying the feeling of my tits in his hands. At five foot two and a hundred pounds, I was petite even by the standards of the country I was born and grew up in, China, before I was adopted by the Harveys and moved to California. But my breasts were quite huge.

"And SUV then. I'll have Camden pick one out tonight and sent to your place. Tell me if you love it."

I turned to lay on my other side, and face him. "I love it," I said. "I'm sure I'll love it." Then I took his hands and put them back on my breasts, and I kissed him.

I think Daniel genuinely believed I loved him. He knew I needed him to survive. He knew I would do anything he wanted. But there was one thing Daniel didn't know. Something I was more determined to do than take his money or his car or his love.

I was going to destroy him.

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"Emilia's Revenge" is the second in a series of standalone erotica stories of revenge. I hope you like it and vote for it. And keep reading! This is a five-part story, and I hope to post part Two very soon.