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“You want to choke me, little brat? Do it, then.” His dark eyes bore into my soul in challenge, watching me increase the pressure against his jugular. “Harder.”

So I oblige, squeezing the sides of his throat until I can count his pulse with ease. His eyes roll back in his head while his gorgeous teeth do their best to damage his bottom lip. Such a simple gesture, yet all of my attention flocks to it.

The redness flooding his cheeks brings me back to the present, instantly remembering the restriction I held on his blood flow. I try to ease up, but his hands circle my wrists, maintaining the pressure, increasing the tempo of his upward thrusts.

“Don’t you dare let up. Take it all out on me. I can take it.”

I release one hand to bring a sharp slap across his face, not quite hard enough to leave a hand print but enough to sting.

“You can do better than that,” he taunts as he bucks his hips, hitting my insides deep enough to make me brace my free hand on his chest to ground me.

“Harder.”

I give him a questioning look, but do as he says, oddly enough, delivering another swift smack. This time, there is a red outline of two fingers on his right cheek to greet me. The sight of it allows waves of anger to be siphoned out into the air, dissipating like smoke from a hard-earned cigarette.

His gaze turns feral, and I can feel the spark coming back to life within me. The drive to push him to his limits just so that he can turn around and do the same to me. We complement each other in the best ways. The give and take is electric between us, and I can tell by the way his eyes devour me that he wants to take right now. I also know that he won’t, not unless I give him the okay to do so. In this moment, I do.

“Come and get me,” I spew in his direction, jumping off of him to the floor, instantly missing the feel of him inside me.

Barely making it to the door before strong arms slam into it beside my head, caging me in, I can’t stop the smile or the rush of adrenaline filling my veins.

“And just where do you think you’re going? We’re not done, yet.” There’s a slight pull against my scalp before the sharp pressure of teeth meets my neck followed by a soothing tongue.

My eyes meet his in a sideways glance, and we lock in a state of complete understanding. He’s asking if I’m okay, giving me the option to stop this game, but I don’t feel the need to. I’m safe with him.

Smirking at him, I turn around to slap him again, but he catches my wrist midair. “Not so fast. I believe it’s my turn.”

No sooner than the words leave his mouth am I forced to my knees and looking up at him. The devilish grin on his face is enough to keep me soaked and impatient.

He rains kisses all over me, kneeling with me now, before checking silently once again that I’m okay. Not finding an argument from me, he impales me in one thrust, forcing an unrestrained moan to leave my lips.

“If that sound is the last that I hear, I could die a happy man.”

Revenge is Best Served Cold

eighteen

Revenge is Best Served Cold

Haedyn

Feeling like my mojo is coming back in waves, I use the early sunrise to sit on the porch with my morning coffee. The house and the animals are quiet, not ready to start the day.

A lone tear trails its way down my cheek as thoughts of Grams flood my brain. She would no doubt have ways to help me through this pain. The woman always knew just what to say, even if it was nothing.

“Sometimes, there’s nothing you can say to fix things, baby. That’s just how it is. Best thing you can do is hold on and ride it out,” she’d say. “Don’t worry; I’ll be here if you hit the ground to help dust you off.”

I’d sell my soul to have her here with me now. Nothing could fully prepare you for the feeling of having your sense of safety and sense of self stripped away. The gaping hole that’s left in your chest is not easily patched, but if anyone could do it, it would be her. Even though I have no doubt that it would be hell trying to keep her from committing homicide in my name if she learned what happened. Not that I could blame her. Hell, the thought crosses my mind often.

That bastard deserves some pain after everything he’s put me through. I’ll never be the person that I was before this. Even though I am healing, my mind will always have a sliver of brokenness. The fact that someone I once trusted with my body could betray me like that is something that has irreparably changed me. Fucked with my head. There will be parts of myself that I’ll never get back.

Sure, my parents abandoning me left some scars, too, but this is another demon added to the hoard. One that I’m not sure I’ll ever fully defeat. Not that I have defeated any of the others, either. I’ve gotten rather good at locking them away, but I think it’s time to recruit the bitches to my side, make them do my bidding for a change. I’ll start with Brad. He needs to pay, and I have a plan.

I just hope I don’t lose Charlie in the process because I’m definitely about to become a psycho bitch and a felon if I get caught. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do, yet, but I know where to start. Sometimes you have to go back to the beginning. Well, I guess technically it would be where I think the beginning of Brad’s obsession started.

I had deleted the app from my phone after the incident but kept my account active because I didn’t have the energy to go through the process of deactivating it. Now I’m grateful that I didn’t so that I can redownload it without a hassle. It only takes a few seconds to be ready for use again.

Pulling up my SnapShot app, I look up his stupid fake profile, and what do you know? The bitch was active two hours ago. Seeing that makes me wonder if it was only my page he subscribed to.

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