Revenge After Death



Where did he learn this overbearing kissing technique from? It seemed spontaneous and without any rules. His fingers were restless too.

"Steven..." I couldn't help but shed tears due to his action, leaving no room for any other thoughts.

Ile kissed the corners of my eyes and pressed me against the wall...

The sound of water running in the bathroom was loud, drowning out my breathing and whimpering. This bastard... I didn't know where he learned these techniques.

He had sex with me until midnight last night, and now, he still wanted it. I felt my legs shaking. My body was pressed against the cold tiles, and I was trembling all over.

"Steven... Bastard..."

Steven was behind me, gently kissing and nipping at me as if to comfort me. Yet, his force remained unrelenting.

"Hmm..." His voice was hoarse as if he was reacting to being called a bastard by me.

"Are you done yet..."

"Mhm." He kept humming as if he was replying to whatever I said, but it was simply irritating.

"Steven!" I tried to push Steven away, but it didn't work.

He seized my wrist and kissed me from behind. I felt the tears welling up, probably out of frustration.

He spoke with a raspy voice as if he longed to intertwine his fate with mine. "I never thought... you would come back to me... How dare I wish... How dare I..."

I felt like I was losing my mind, so I reacted to his kiss by biting his lip. I could eventually taste the blood in my mouth. Let us surrender to this abyss together. Steven, never think about leaving me alone.

The temperature in the bathroom had been steadily rising, causing the mirror to become obscured by a veil of mist. He used to restrain himself, but now, he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Steven, my legs are cramping! You jerk..."

"Honey..." Steven hugged me and acted coquettishly, but he refused to let me go.

I leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath and feeling helpless. I could only hope that the sink would hold and not fall.

"Michael deserves to die," Steven uttered, his voice filled with jealousy. It was clear that he resented Michael for attempting to take me away, as well as for taking Stephanie's past affection toward him.

"I'll never hurt you." His fingers delicately traced the red marks on my wrist, remnants of Michael's forceful grip moments ago.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"Stephie, he hurt you and threatened me... Don't fall for him," Steven complained in a pretentious tone. He kissed my neck, sending prickling sensations down my spine.

Honey traps and pillow talk worked well. I couldn't help but scold Michael too, "Ignore him. He's just as stupid as Yasmin."

Steven nibbled at my collarbone, his voice dripping with seduction. "Stephie... The reason he joined the

organization is to impress you. He yearns to uncover the truth sooner and win back your affection..." Steven informed me about all the potential "sacrifices" Michael might have to make beforehand. He did so to prepare me emotionally and prevent me from being swayed by Michael's sacrifices. It was also to keep me from being with Michael later on.

"L..."

I was about to say something when I heard someone shouting in the living room. "Where is everyone? Steven? Stephanie?"

It was Joel. I was nervous, wanting to push Steven away. Joel was a high school student now... The bathroom door was not locked at all! Steven pressed me against the wall with evil intentions and refused to let me move.

"Steven." My voice was choked with emotion, and I was unable to speak loudly.

"Steven, what are you doing?" Joel shouted alertly outside the door.

"My wife," Steven responded coldly.

The air fell silent for a moment, but then a sharp shout pierced the stillness, "You're shameless! It's broad daylight-"

"Get lost!"

"Alright."