The Mysterious Revenge Wife

The man immediately kissed Rebecca on the lips right after he placed her on the bed. His right hand slipped at the back of her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"I won't hold back," he whispered to her ear.

After that, he swiftly removed Rebecca's trench coat and threw it on the floor. Claiming her lips for the second time, he drew the coat he was wearing and slowly crawled to the bed, making Rebecca move back until she reached the headboard.

Before her head hit the wall on the bed, Rebecca found the man's right hand holding the back of her head. Then, from there, his hand traveled down her nape.

The coffee's bittersweet taste permeated the man's tongue as he claimed Rebecca's lower lip. Wanting to deepen the kiss, the latter cooperatively tilted her head to the left.

Once the man felt satisfied, his lips traveled from her neck to her shoulder. As he did that, Rebecca started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Mhm.." she softly moaned as she felt his breath and lips brushing against her bare skin.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, meeting Rebecca's long visible lashes from her shut eyes. His gaze then went from her face to her body as his left hand rested on her waist while the other slowly slid inside her top.

The man's moves were fast and smooth, which aroused Rebecca more. In an instant, he was able to unclasp her bra with one hand and throw it to the side of the bed.

Rebecca placed her hands on the man's waist and traveled down to his shirt's hem to pull it out from being tucked inside his jeans.

"Fuck," the man groaned when her hand reached his navel.

Between the deep kisses, they started unclothing each other until their upper bodies were entirely naked, leaving only their jeans.

The man kept playing with Rebecca's nipples before he suddenly parted his lips and pulled her body to his, making her feel his length on her.

"Let me take this off," the man whispered to her before drawing back, attempting to unzip his pants.

Suddenly, Rebecca's hand traveled down his body, making him freeze for a moment. Then, she started to palm him through his jeans.

"Ah," the man groaned as he guided her hand to his zipper.

Rebecca unzipped his pants, revealing the man's rock-hard member. Then, she moved her hands to her own zipper and started pulling her jeans down when the man stopped her hand and said, "I'll do it."

Pleased, she let him remove her jeans until the only piece of clothing left in her were her panties. Unable to wait any longer, the man's hand traveled inside the small piece of fabric, stroking her wet part while he continued sucking on her nipples.

When he had enough, his lips traveled from her breast to her lower body, leaving soft kisses on her waist to her leg. After a few seconds of teases and kisses, Rebecca guided the man's head back to face hers and whispered, "I'm ready."

The man smirked, "I'll go hard."

Rebecca could only nod before he started entering her core. After a few seconds, the man started thrusting on her with a rhythm that gradually grew faster and faster. Seeing nothing but pleasure and satisfaction in her eyes, he went deeper.

"Ah," Rebecca moaned.

"Should I stop?"

"No, just…ah…its too...," Rebecca barely replied as she closed her eyes.

The man distracted Rebecca with kisses as he went in and out on her and thrust deeper. He tightened his hold on her hips and kept a steady pace. Gratified, they moaned in unison.

Playful as he was, the man suddenly removed himself from Rebecca and entered again, making her scream in pleasure.

He kept whispering praises as he continued thrusting, she was also very turned on by how he looked.

After a few more thrusts, Rebecca and the man both finally came. Exhausted, they slowly fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Rebecca's internal body clock kicked in a few minutes before her phone alarm sounded. When she opened her eyes, she found no one beside her. Suddenly, it made her feel like what happened last night was just a happy dream.

When she reached for her phone, she found a note under it that stated: [I'm leaving for work. I'll call you tonight.]

The elegant handwriting on the piece of paper woke her up instantly, and her drowsiness completely disappeared.

Rebecca sat by the bed for a few minutes before the phone rang again, drawing her blank thoughts back.

The phone screen flashed with a strange incoming call.

"Hello…" she uttered.

"Is this Raynor's sibling?" An unsettling male voice said. "This is Southern seven-six, police station."

After that call, Rebecca hastily took a cab from the hotel to the police station, where she showed her ID. After verifying her identity, the police officer escorted her to the office.

"Your younger brother brawled with another person. Please sign this," the policeman explained. "The opposite party has provided a diagnosis certificate. Compared to him, Raynor's injury is relatively minor."

Rebecca signed the paper and glanced at what was written on it too.

According to the diagnosis, Otis Hill, an 18-year-old male, suffered from a traumatic brain injury. There was a two-centimeter-long wound there.

Skeptical, she stared at the column of the doctor's signature for three seconds before she asked the officer, "Can I take a picture?"

"Yes, you may."

Inside the police's office, Raynor quietly sat on a chair beside a wall. He lowered his head with his hair blocking the expression on his face.

As soon as the door opened, his eyes met Rebecca's, and he mouthed the word "sister."

Rebecca walked up to where Raynor was sitting, extended a hand, and helped him to his feet. When she held his wrist, he suddenly hissed in pain.

Rebecca stared at Raynor's wrist and then the bruise on his face and the fracture in the corner of his lips. She asked him, "Have you been beaten?"

Raynor's gaze was brimming with resentment as he held up his hand and made some lightning-fast gestures. He was trying to communicate with her sister.

As he explained the situation in sign language, Rebecca heard a snort coming from the side.

"Dumb."