𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲.
𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞
I am the judge, the jury, and the executioner.
Francesca "Frank" Monroe. One of the most successful criminal defense attorneys in the history of Chicago. The woman everyone...
"Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged."
- Samuel Johnson
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"Do you like this?" Julia asked breathlessly, her eyes clouded with desire as she looked up at me from between my legs. There was no hesitation in her voice—just raw hunger, her lips hovering over me, waiting for a response.
I didn't bother with words. Instead, I gave her a firm nod, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and pushing her head down, guiding her to take all of me in her mouth. She obeyed without hesitation, her lips wrapped around me, her movements fluid and confident, knowing exactly what to do to get a reaction. And fuck, did she know what she was doing.
A deep groan escaped my throat as I felt her mouth work around me, sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. My grip tightened in her hair, pulling just a little harder as I watched her. The way her mouth moved, the soft, wet heat of her tongue—fuck, it was enough to drive me insane.
But the need building inside me was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer. I wasn't here to take it slow. I reached down, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her up in one swift motion. She gasped, a sound somewhere between shock and excitement, as I spun her around and pressed her against the wall.
Before she could catch her breath, I lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, and with a powerful thrust, I was inside her. The force of it made her cry out, her nails raking down my back, sharp and needy, but I didn't care if she left marks, I liked it.
"Oh, God, yes!" Julia screamed as I drove into her, harder, deeper, the force slamming her against the wall with each thrust.
Sweat trickled down my chest, and she dipped her head, licking it off with a quick swipe of her tongue before biting down on my skin, teasing and driving me to the brink of madness.
That bite sent me over the edge. I needed more. With a growl, I pulled her away from the wall and tossed her onto the bed, pushing her face down into the mattress. I spread her legs wide and entered her from behind, the angle allowing me to reach even deeper. Her screams grew louder, more frantic, as I fucked even harder.
"Hector... please!" Julia begged, her voice breaking as she pleaded for release.
I grinned, leaning in close to her ear. "Come," I commanded, my voice low, rough. And with that single word, she shattered, her body convulsing beneath me as she climaxed, squeezing around me, wet and tight.
The feeling of her tightening around me was my fucking breaking point. I slammed into her one final time, a guttural groan tearing from my chest as I came, pouring everything I had into her. It was raw, fucking animalistic, and exactly what I needed to release my pent-up anger, for now.
Her knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, her body still shaking. I pulled out, my muscles still tense, and silently made my way to the bathroom. The need to wash off the scent of sex and her perfume was suddenly overwhelming.
