Page 39 of Revenge is a Witch

And then, just when I think I can’t take it anymore, everything inside me shatters. The pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless, trembling, as my body melts into his. It’s intense, more than I ever expected, and the way he holds me through it makes me feel something deep, something real.

As the sensation slowly fades, he leans up, that cocky ass grin plastered on his face as he licks his lips, my heart still racing, my body still buzzing from the aftermath. It’s clear now—how much he wants me, not just as a fleeting moment but something more. And for the first time, I’m scared—not of him, but of how much I want this too.

As the sensation slowly fades, Sebastian leans up, his signature cocky grin plastered across his face. He licks his lips, clearly pleased with himself. “I gotta say, Zaria, that tasted a hell of a lot better than blood,” he teases, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

I roll my eyes, trying to suppress the smile threatening to break through. “Yeah, right,” I shoot back, still breathless, but determined not to let him see how much he’s rattled me. “You act like you’re doing me a favor, but let’s be honest—this was all for your benefit, wasn’t it? Can’t say I’ve ever seen a vampire look so satisfied.”

He chuckles, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Oh, believe me, witch, it was for both of us. But if you’re offering round two, I’m not one to say no.”

I shove him back gently, a smirk playing on my lips. “In your dreams, bloodsucker. You can save your smug satisfaction for the next poor soul who falls for your charm. I’ve got better things to do.”

“Better things, huh?” His eyes gleam with amusement. “Name one.”

“Literallyanythingother than feeding your overinflated ego,” I quip, sitting up and adjusting my clothes, trying to regain a semblance of control over the situation. My mind is still racing, my body still buzzing from the aftermath, but I refuse to let him know just how much he’s gotten under my skin.

Sebastian watches me with that infuriating smirk still lingering on his lips. “Keep telling yourself that, Zaria. But we both know how this story ends.”

I arch a brow. “Yeah? How’s that?”

“With you coming back for more.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes again. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sebastian. You're the one that suggested I might only be interested in one of you. You might just lose. And besides,” I lean in slightly, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I don’tdatevampires.”

He raises a brow, his grin widening. “Who said anything about dating,mate?”

I push him away again, laughing despite myself. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he says, his voice low, his gaze steady. There’s something almost serious in his eyes, a flicker of something deeper beneath the teasing exterior. “You hate how much youwantme.” For a split second, I can’t think of a retort. He’s right, and that scares the hell out of me. But I can’t let him win this round, not when I’m barely holding on to the remnants of my usual sarcasm.

I stand up, brushing off my skirt, throwing him a glance over my shoulder. “Don’t get too comfortable, Sebastian. This game’s far from over.”

He laughs, watching me walk away. “I look forward to it.”

And as I make my way back down the rooftop stairs, I can still feel his gaze on me, burning hotter than I’d like to admit.

Heated and Steamy

The Only Way to Enjoy A Shower

Sunday morning arrives, and as I slowly come out of sleep, there’s a weird, lingeringoh my godsensation hanging in the back of my mind. Did I seriously just let Sebastian, the cocky-ass vampire, eat me out and... finger me on the rooftop last night? Or was that some kind of fever dream brought on by sheer exhaustion?

Shaking off the thoughts as best as I can, I throw myself out of bed and head straight for my ensuite bathroom. It’s not exactly luxurious—a tiny medicine cabinet, a sink barely big enough to wash my hands in—but the shower is decent, and right now, it’s exactly what I need.

Focus, Zaria. Phase 3,I remind myself, trying to push the memory of Sebastian's smirk and his hands out of my mind. Phase 3 is all about figuring out how Kyla’s managed to be so good in class but so abysmally useless when it comes to anything practical. She’s a clear cheater, buthowis the big question.

As the hot water pours over me, I let my thoughts drift. Kyla’s arrogance, her perfect grades… none of it makes sense. And if I’m going to take her down, I need to find out where she’s slipping up. There has to be a way to expose her, to show everyone that her success is built on lies.But how is she cheating?I need something tangible, something to—

I swear I hear my bedroom door creak open. I freeze for a second, turning the water lower and listening. “Hello? Someone there?” My voice echoes slightly in the small bathroom.

“It’s just me,” Derek calls back, and I sigh with relief.

“Derek, how the hell did you get in here?” I exclaim, turning the water back on more.

He chuckles. “Z, you’re the only witch smart enough to hide a key under the fire extinguisher at the end of the hall. I figured that out ages ago. Thought I’d come by and see if you were up.”

Of course he did. Because Derek knows me far too well. I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the small smile that creeps across my face. “Make yourself comfortable,” I call back. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

I turn my attention back to the water, letting it cascade down my shoulders, easing some of the tension from my body. I close my eyes again, thinking about everything ahead of me today, the plan with Kyla, the weird mate bond situation, and the fact that Derek—steady, dependable Derek—is here, always close by when I need him.

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