Aqila Revenge

Chapter 1

The morning sun slipped through the window curtain gap of a hotel room. The light managed to dazzle the bead of the eyes of a young girl named Aqilla Mahendra. Aqilla was several times seen opening her eyes, she was trying to adjust the light that dazzled her eyes. He woke up because of the sound of the door slamming that was heard to the dream realm.

Yep. There was a woman screaming for her husband's name and Aqilla's name from outside the hotel room door. Aqila flashed a triumphant smile, as she still saw a burly hand of a man still curled possessively at her slender waist.

“Aqilla, open the door! You cheap woman! You could be having an affair with your brother's own husband! Damn woman quickly open the door!” Scream Cella from the front door.

The twenty-seven-year-old continues to bang on the door of the hotel room where her husband and step-sister have spent their hot nights together before.

“Mas..Mas Dito,” call Aqilla by gently rubbing Dito Sadewo's burly jaw that still closed the eyes.

The thirty-year-old man seems still exhausted because of his struggle last night with his wife's half-sister who is so beautiful and charming.

Which male lion can resist the dandy of a beautiful girl who continues to thrust herself on him.

“Hemmm,” said Dito who still closed his eyes. He still refused to open his eyes.

“Your wife came Mas, she keeps banging on the door. Making money there. He will definitely come back to make me ashamed.” Said Qilla in her powerful voice while playing the man's jakun.

The man who became a tool of revenge on Cella, the older half-brother who had deliberately and willingly destroyed his future.

“Hemmm... Just let him scream at will, if he is tired surely he will go dear,” reply Dito who even tightened his embrace on Qilla's waist.

Aqilla returned with a triumphant smile when Dito, her half-brother's husband, ignored his wife's behavior out there and chose to go back to sleep with a tight hug. And Aqilla, who could no longer close her eyes, recalled the dark night that made her the husband of the man she is today.

That night, while Aqilla was working on her script assignment. The loud bang on the door of his room made him open the door immediately. He finds Bastian, who is also his half-brother, coming to his room drunk.

When the door opened, without Bastian's drunken cue pushed Aqilla's body unprepared to receive an attack from Bastian. Bastian pushed his body to the floor. He locked the door to Aqilla's room and threw away the key.

After discarding Aqilla's room key, without shame or awkwardness, Bastian stripped her own clothes in front of Aqilla's eyes. Aqilla shouted and closed her gaze with both palms.

“Mas Bastian, No Mas!! Put on your clothes again. I'm your sister Mas!” pekik Qilla who hopes that drunk Bastian is aware of his actions.

“Qilla, why should your mother marry my father hum? I don't want it Qilla, because I love you so much.” Said Bastian drunk.

Bastian continued to erode the distance with Aqilla still sitting on the floor.

“Mas Bas, please put on your clothes again! Don't do this Mas!” pinta Qilla continued to plead with her eyes closed and both hands were constantly trying to push Bastian's body closer to her.

“Qilla, don't you have the same feeling as me?” asked Bastian who now managed to hug the body of Qilla who continues to struggle to be released.

Bastian's strong power and Aqilla's power are not comparable to Bastian's. It made him unable to escape that night. Aqilla is successfully gauli by Bastian, her stepbrother who harbors feelings of love for Aqilla.

Bastian lifts Aqilla's body and slams Aqilla's body on the bed. He locked Aqila's body under his cage.

Bastian continued to kiss Aqilla's body without a single part of Aqilla's body being missed. Aqilla continued to try to keep Bastian's face away from her body, although her body also enjoyed the touch of Bastian's wet lips on every part of her body.

Aqilla's fine feathers bristled as Bastian began to move his tongue agilely at the top of his hill which was still pink.

“ahhh...” lak.nat's voice managed to come out of Aqilla's mouth which initially continued to reject touch from Bastian and now even seemed to enjoy it.

“Don't Mas! That's enough, Don't keep going again!” said Aqilla who hopes Bastian will end the game.

“No dear Qilla. I won't stop, I'll make you mine before I marry the woman Dad betrothed me to.” Replied Bastian who even more violent playing in the valley of Aqilla.

Several times Aqilla pushed the head of Bastian who was playing his tongue in the valley. Several times, Aqilla's voice screams could not resist the tingling sensation of Bastian's tongue dancing in the core area of Aqilla.

Seeing Aqilla's property was wet, Bastian also began to break the Aqilla wicket which was still sealed tightly. Aqilla screamed in pain, as junior Bastian barged into her core area.

“Mas Bas, please stop! It really hurts.” Pekik Qilla who was squeezing his bedsheet tightly,

“It just hurts at the beginning dear, next you will enjoy it even addicted to the sensation of its intoxicating taste.” Reply bastian who even more pressured his junior, until Aqilla gave a strong shriek when Bastian's property managed to break through.

The blush!!

“Mmmm yeaahh. As I thought, you are still sealed dear, yours is so delicious. I have absolutely nothing to lose accepting Sister Cella's offer to have you before my wedding day.” Bastian said unknowingly telling Aqilla the mastermind of the bad events that happened to her tonight.

“Kak Cella,” great-grandson Aqilla in heart.

When he heard clearly the name of his half-sister who did not like him from the beginning he became part of the Syadam Prayoga family called by Bastian, the younger brother of Cella.

“Cella to the heart, did you do this to me? What underlies your actions to me?” qilla's great-grandson in her heart.

Tears continued to flood the smooth white cheeks of the poor girl who was being pumped endlessly by Bastian who was on top of her body. Bastian's sweat hardened along with the endless pounding on the core of Aqilla.

There was no more resistance from Aqilla from every blow she could get from Bastian, her gaze so blankly staring at the ceiling of her room with tears that were breaking so fast.

He was like an undead being in Bastian's drunken power. The shadow of the destruction of his life was already in his eyes and his mind continued to spin looking for a reason why Cella was so willing to do this to him.