This Vicious Grace の小説・ストーリー

Only by clutching these objects tightly could he find a semblance of peace in his sleep. But the silence of the master bedroom was deafening. He buried his face in her pillow, inhaling the faint, fading scent of her perfume. It was like trying to hold onto water in his cupped hands—the tighter he grasped, the faster it slipped away. For the first time in his life, the man who had always controlled everything felt utterly powerless. He was drowning in a sea of his own making, and Vivienne who could have saved him was gone forever. The darkness of the room seemed to press against his chest, suffocating him with the weight of his irreversible mistakes.

Horror creeps into my mind, my heart, and my face. My smudged lipstick, completely gone. My lips red and almost swollen. His teeth marks on my lower lip. He almost drew blood. Fuck. What have I done? DANTE If someone told me I'd be in heaven today, I would have said it was a lie. Her lips are like honey and milk. She's everything I've ever wanted but never knew I needed. And fuck, her body, her skin, is fire and water and everything in between. Burning me, yet keeping me cool at the same time.

Elias murmured, his face dropping lower, his breath brushing against her lips. "Arthur Vance is a coward who destroys everything he touches to save his own skin. You, on the other hand... you are brilliant. You have a mind that can see the heartbeat inside a billion fragmented rows of digital chaos. I didn't lock you in this room to punish you, Grace. I locked you in this room because you proved last night that you are still a liability to yourself."

Her vision blurred as Adan continued his slow torturous ministration on her body. He glanced up and stared at her erotic face. Mesmerised. A satisfied groan rumbling deep in his chest. He pressed his thumb over her bundle of nerves and she jerked, letting out a sharp cry. There were sparks flying everywhere. His lips kissed, sucked her unblemished neck with the sole purpose to leave his marks. She gasps feeling delirious as she swivels her hips pressing more against his finger. "See, I told you." He husked. "You want me." He chuckled and slowly inserted his one finger and then another. Her core was sleek, he could easily move in and out feeling her soft walls clamped his fingers.

The mention of my code name sent my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat. Grace's expression softened, almost maternal. "I am honored you chose to follow in my footsteps. But you must understand something. As much as we help others, as much as we punish those who deserve it, we also feed the darkness in ourselves. And if we do not have a source of light, a strong one, to keep us balanced…" She trailed off, her gaze distant, as though she were staring at her own ghosts. "We may lose ourselves. Excuse me," she said, brushing past me and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“A pretty little thing that caught his attention and refused to let go.” Lucian’s hands clenched at his sides. “You don’t know anything about us.” Grace laughed again, sharper this time. “I know exactly what you are.” Lucian tilted his head, "really?" “You’re a whore.” The word resonated between them Vulwin stiffened immediately. “Grace—” “Don’t,” she snapped without looking at him. “Don’t you dare defend him.” Her gaze never left Lucian. “You think I haven’t seen it before?” she continued, her voice trembling now, but not softening. “Men like you who seduce others for control?.”

Gently rubbing her pussy. Grace started to make soft mourns. she was going to take advantage of the attention she was getting from her husband. Benjamin was fighting off the lust as must as he could. Grace was so beautiful. shaped in the right places any man who had her in his bed would be Lucky. Unable to fight the mourns anymore. His lips connected to her pussy sucking slowly as he put 1 finger in her then two.

"Ms. Anderson, you're quite the high achiever yourself. Just this afternoon you were so haughty and proud. What happened? Now, you're kicked off the stage in humiliation." Grace's expression hardened, but she kept her composure. She replied calmly, "Ms. Danbury, I seem to recall your involvement with my cousin's ex-husband, Frederick, while they were still married. Yet you stand here alone, reaping the rewards and accolades. One might wonder, Ms. Danbury, if you have a penchant for ingratitude?" Grace's words dripped with venom as she smiled maliciously. Now everyone would know Vivianne's role as a mistress, and Mr. Sirius wouldn't remain oblivious for long.

Liam volunteered as he crept closer. “I have mastered few excellent techniques in torture over the years and I have few in the basket to experiment. Grace here would make an excellent subject don’t you think,” he asked picking her by her hair, pure malice laced his voice and I couldn’t disagree. “You are most welcome to try anything on her if she suffers. She killed her own flesh and blood,” I reply and turn away. I did not want to see the face of a woman I once trusted again. “My mate will know and he will have his revenge,” Grace spat again.

Grace scrambled to her feet, looking at her Victor with a pained expression, tearfully asking, "Victor, just a few minutes ago, you were fighting with Truman for me. Are you going to abandon me after only a few minutes?" Grace wiped away her tears forcefully, then gave a bitter laugh. "So, after finding your own sister, you don't want me anymore?" Victor openly admitted it, "That's right, I don't want you anymore. So what? I recorded everything you said and did just now on my phone. We raised a wolf, and we got bitten by it. Are we supposed to be grateful to the wolf?" Grace: "…" "Victor…"