A Game of Revenge

Julian’s POV

The low hum of my car’s engine faded as I rolled to a stop in front of Roman’s mansion. As I stepped out of the car, Riley’s voice came from the backseat in a playful squeal.

“Uncle Julian! Don’t forget me!”

“Oops.” I grinned, turning around to open the door for her. “I almost forgot. Or maybe, I was thinking of leaving you behind.”

“No, you wouldn’t! You love me!” She shit back with a giggle as she squirmed in her seat, her curly hair bouncing around her small face.

“Of course, I love you, princess.”

Laughing, I scooped her out of her seat with ease and hoisted her into my shoulder as I stride towards the mansion’s double door.

Riley let out a delighted squeal and kicked her feet playfully into the air. “Put me down, Uncle Julian! Put me down!”

“I can’t hear you from all the way down here.” I teased her and we both laughed as I walked past the foyer and stepped into the living room where Sabrina was seated on one of the couches like a queen, wearing a shimmery silk blue robe. One of her legs was propped up while the other one was resting on the cushioned ottoman. A househelp knelt in front of her, carefully applying a glossy red polish onto her toenails.

Even without trying, Sabrina looked gorgeous. Only that I wished her heart was just as beautiful as her face. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. She had a heart as black as charcoal, and sometimes, I found myself wondering what it was taking Roman so long to find how evil Sabrina was.

“Mommy!” Riley ran straight into Sabrina’s arms as soon as I set her down.

Sabrina chuckled lightly, shifting her manicured hands a little away from Riley.

“Careful, honey. You don’t want to ruin my nail polish, do you?”

“No, Mommy.” Riley shifted away a little while Sabrina called out to another househelp.

“Patricia!”

A few seconds later, an older woman, dressed in a househelp uniform emerged from the hallway and hurried to Sabrina.

“Yes, ma’am.” She bowed her head before Sabrina.

“Take Riley upstairs and help her get changed.”

“Alright ma’am.” Patricia nodded obediently and took Riley’s hand gently.

“See you later, Uncle Julian!” Riley waved at me before trotting off with Patricia. With a wave and a small smile, I watched her disappear up the grand staircase.

“Thanks for picking Riley up from school.” Sabrina returned my attention to her as she glanced up from her pedicure, her sharp eyes lingering on mine. “You’re always helpful whenever you’re around.”

“Yeah.” I muttered, already bored with the conversation. “I’ll see you around. I have to attend to something important in my room.”

Then, without waiting for her response, I turned on my heel and headed upstairs. Once I reached my room, I tugged my black T-shrug over my head and tossed it to a nearby chair. Then, I unbuckled my jeans, stepped out of them and tossed it to the chair too.

Left in my briefs, I moved to the wardrobe to pick something else to wear. But I stopped to my feet just as my eyes landed on a small wooden picture frame resting on the nightstand.

Slowly, I reached the nightstand and picked up the picture frame, my thumb brushing lightly over the glass surface. My heart clutched against my chest as I stared at it.

It was a photo that I had taken with Roman a few months before he left home, nine years ago. In the photo, the both of us were standing side by side with wide grins on our faces and Roman’s arm slung over my shoulder. We looked happy. Whole.

But everything had changed now.

After getting involved in the car accident that had caused his memory loss eight years ago, it was almost as though I had lost him with his memories. Like a part of his soul had been ripped apart and lost in that car accident.

No matter how much I tried to reach out to Roman, it was impossible to get a grip of him. He became quieter, colder, and distant. I had tried again, and again, utilizing every strategy I could think of — dry jokes, dinner together, subtle conversations to reconnect again. But it was like talking to a ghost who didn’t know he was dead.

It was as if he had left again. Just in a different way.

I felt a familiar sharp pain in my chest. I would give anything to fix us again. Even though I knew that it was the most impossible thing to do right now.

So much had changed. So much had gone wrong.

The sound of the door creaking open behind me, shattered me from my thoughts. Turning around, I saw that it was Sabrina.

Quickly, I reached for my trousers and began to pull them on.

“You should have knocked…”

But before I could finish my words, she reached for me and suddenly pushed me to the wall, pinning me between the hard wall and her half exposed body. She was still wearing her silky robe but it was loosed open now, revealing her cleavage and lacy panties.

“What do you think you’re doing…” I started again but she brought a finger to my lips, hushing me instantly.

“Shhh.” She whispered, her eyes glued to me. I could see the hunger and desperation heavy in her eyes. “You can drop the act now. We’re all alone and Roman isn’t in the house.”

“Still…” I hissed at her, my eyes darting to the door, slightly worried that someone might walk in on us this instant. I averted my eyes back to her again. “It’s not safe. Not here.”

“Come on, Julian. Don’t be such a killjoy.” She began to tear at my trousers but I stopped her hands quickly.

“We cannot be so careless.” I hissed at her again. Sleeping with my own brother’s wife was one thing, but being stupid enough to allow him to find out that his wife was cheating on him with me was another thing. Even though it was obvious he wasn’t in love with Sabrina, I was certain he would never forgive me.

“Please…” Her eyes were glistening with tears now. Desperate tears. “I need to feel something again. I’ve been sex starved. I need to feel like a woman again. I need to feel your cock inside of me. I want to be fucked, Julian. I deserve to be fucked.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea...”

“Please…” She leaned closer and melted her lips into mine in a hot kiss. As she kissed me, her hand found its way to my trouser again, pulling it down and slipping inside my briefs. She fetched my now hardened cock into hand, giving it light strokes.

A deep moan escaped my throat.

“Fuck me, Julian. Please. I want to feel your cock deep inside me. I want to cum for you.”

My eyes darkened and I pulled my head away slightly to get a better look of the desperacy in her eyes. I smirked in self satisfaction. That was exactly how I loved to see her. Desperate. Hungry. Begging.

Just the same emotions that she had inflicted on the person that mattered most to me three years ago.

This was my payback. All of these. And when the right time comes, I would use her weakness against her and make her pay for everything she had done. It was a promise that I made to myself.

“Beg me again.” I brought my palm to her waist, rubbing up and down her thigh, pushing up her robe and exposing her perfectly molded ass to my eyes.

She brought her lips closer to mine again but I pulled my head away before she could meet my lips. She gulped and locked gaze with me again, a tear rolling down her eyes now.

“Please, Julian. Please, fuck me.”

“Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Julian. Please, fuck me.”

Smirking again, I pushed her to the bed a little too roughly. But she didn’t seem to mind. Her hungry eyes were fixed to my cock as she completely took off her robe and tore off her panties and bra, leaving her body stark naked before my eyes.

“Fine then.” I whispered, joining her on the bed and parting her thighs to get a proper view of her wet, tight, inviting little cunt. “I’ll fuck you like the dirty slut that you are. I’ll fuck you so hard and destroy your cunt, you’d run from me the next time we set eyes on each other.”