Page 36 of Spice and Revenge

But my words don’t rile Lorena up. Instead, she just rolls her eyes.

“You don’t know the dynamics of our relationship, so keep your comments to yourself.”

I flex my jaw, trying very hard to contain my anger. I don’t want to lash out and do something stupid, like flip her over and fuck her against the counter. Instead, I settle on trying to push her buttons.

“Is he your fuck buddy? Your booty call? Your boyfriend?” I sneer, but she clenches her jaw, and I smile when I see that she’s angry again.

“It’s none of your business.”

“You’re right.”

Her eyes shoot up to look at me, probably shocked that I just agreed with her. Then they narrow into green slits, and I push down the amusement rising inside me.

“It doesn't concern me who this boy is or what your relationship is like,” I punctuate my next words by taking another step towards her. “But a real man wouldn't hide behind a burner phone to describe what he'd do to you.”

Her eyes flash angrily, but beneath those orbs, there’s something else burning as she clenches her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.

“You don’t have the right to say such words to me,” she hisses, and I ignore the way I feel my blood rushing to my dick. “Youmay be my boss, but you don’t have the right to invade my privacy.”

Instead of backing away like she would have wanted, I walk closer to her until there’s only an inch between us. Her breath hitches, almost making me smile at how hard she tries to hide that she feels something brewing between us.

“You didn’t remember I was your boss last night when you were riding my fingers,” I whisper close to her ear.

I feel satisfied as goosebumps appear on her arms and neck. Unable to resist, I lean in and brush my nose along her neck. She makes a small noise and pushes against my chest with her hands.

Her face is as red as a tomato, and her expression is a mixture of anger and frustration. The anger fuels the fire raging in her eyes, but it also leaves her body trembling where our bodies are touching. She tries removing her hands, but I grab them, pressing her palms flat to my jacket.

She wants this, she wants me. My head spins, threatening to explode. The strong desire to claim her for myself takes over. Last night, I let lust dominate my common sense. Now, I try to fight it again, but its overwhelming power doesn’t relent. All I can think about is pulling her close so we can feel each other's skin, taste each other's kisses…

And I don’t even fucking kiss!

Grinding my molars together, I pull back and drop her hands. For one brief second, I consider walking away, but the sound ofher soft exhale makes me eager to break her, make her beg, make her moan.

“That was just a moment of weakness,” she says breathlessly. “It won’t happen again.”

I hum before placing my hands on both sides of the counter behind her, caging her in.

“You’re right, it won’t happen again, because you can’t handle what I’ll give you. You are probably used to the vanilla sex that your little boy toy gives you. You have never experienced the real thing.”

My voice is a low rumble, and the shiver that rolls down her body is enough to make me ache. In her eyes, defiance sparks, challenging me silently.

But I won’t give in to her challenge. I want to hear her ask for it.

“Want to know what a real man would do?” I say slowly, my hot breath fanning across her neck and collarbones. I lean in so my lips brush against her pulse point, sending tingles down her spine. “He would fuck you so hard your walls shook and tears ran down your cheeks. He would go down on you until you came apart in his mouth. He would fuck you until your toes curled and you screamed for him to stop, until you begged him to stop,” I pause to nibble on her jaw as I add. “Until you begmeto stop.”

The shudder that wracks her body is not one she can hide. I can feel the heat radiating off her body as she subconsciously leans further into me. My eyes zoom in on her heaving chest, her breaths heavy, making her breasts rise and fall. My hand skim lightly down her side to cup her breast, and I squeeze gently.

“But you can’t take it, because you’ve never been with a real man,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe before pushing off her.

I start to leave when she whispers, “I can take it.”

My feet halt as my body turns automatically, looking back at her. The heat in her eyes has intensified, shining dangerously now.

“You talk so much…” she breathes out. “But what about you show me how real of a man you supposedly are?”

She swiftly pulls her apron over her head, making my breath hitched. The air around us grows thicker and heavier, and my mind goes blank as I watch, unblinkingly, as Lorena unbuckles her jeans and shimmies them down her legs. Her hands tremble slightly as she slips out of them, and I ball my hands into fists, willing myself to remain calm as I take her in.

My eyes follow every movement as she slowly lifts the hem of her shirt, revealing the taut skin of her stomach inch by inch until her bra comes into view. It is a matching set with her lace panties. I want to rip them off her. But I can only watch as Lorena tortures me by moving slowly and teasingly, pulling the t-shirt over her head until all that remains of her are her underwear—a black lacy thong and an equally black see-through bra. I suck in a quick breath as she stands before me, ready and eager.

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