Page 29 of Desire and Revenge

“Holy hell, Sofia,” he laughs. “I’m so hard. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah,” I smile. “I’m full of surprises.”

Still laughing, he flips us over till I’m lying over him. “Go ahead and suck me off, baby. I don’t want to come too fast when I’m inside you, so you’re going to have to take the edge off for me.”

A blowjob is something that I haven’t yet had to do in my marriage, and I’ve been thankful for it. I really dug this pit for myself.

“I don’t think I can?—”

“Come on. Don’t start what you can’t finish, baby. Take off my pants.”

Fixing a smile on my face, I move my hands up his thighs and then undo his belt. The button of his pants is next, and then I slide down the zipper.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans.

Giggling softly, I start to drag down his pants and briefs, trying to keep up the pretense. As I shift my weight to reposition my knee, it accidentally digs into his crotch. A howl of pain tears through the air, and before I can react, the back of his hand smacks into the side of my face, sending me flying off his body.

My head slams against the wooden edge of the bed, and I collapse onto the floor, a sharp pain radiating through my skull. He doesn’t even notice that his push has hurt me; his focus is consumed by his own rage.

“Are you trying to land me in the hospital?!” he roars, jumping off the bed, “I should have known it was too good to be true.”

I curl up on the floor, cupping the side of my head where it feels like my skull is on fire. My vision starts to go a little blurry, and I don’t hear the rest of what Sebastian is screaming.

I blink back the tears of pain that threaten to fill my eyes. Willing myself not to cry, not to give him the satisfaction of seeing my weakness. But the pain is overwhelming, and all I can do is focus on breathing, on surviving the moment until it passes.

Moments later, I hear the door connecting our rooms bang shut, loud enough to rattle my brain. I sit there for what feels like an eternity, wondering when fate will finally decide to give me a break.

Finally, I crawl to my feet and stagger out of the room. I don’t have a destination in mind, I just want to walk till I’m as far as possible from all of this. I can’t escape from this, I’m not stupid enough to think I can, but I just want to feel the illusion of freedom.

I’m relieved when I don’t see anyone on my way out of the house. I walk towards the beach at the edge of the resort. The night is cold, but I don’t feel it. I’m numb all over.

I walk along the edge of the ocean, and finally I come up on a boardwalk extending into the water, and I step onto it. When I glance into the distance, I spot a broad-shouldered frame up ahead.

I know who it is immediately, and a bitter laugh slips out of my mouth. Is this some kind of sick twist of fate? Everywhere I turn, I see Nero. He’s both the last person and the only one I want to see at this moment, and I find myself heading toward him.

He turns around to face me when I get close. It’s too dark to see his face clearly, but the effect of his dark eyes still makes licks of fire sweep up my skin.

“I’m beginning to wonder if you’re stalking me, Princess.”

I swipe my tongue over my dry lips and wrap my arms around my body, shivering in my thin dress. “Why would I stalk you? You’re the one who’s intruded into my life.”

“Intruded.” He tests the word against his tongue, sounding amused.

“You’re everywhere,” I accuse. “Why can’t I get a break? Why can’t I get a damned break?”

“What do you need a break from?”

“Everything!” I roar, the sound disappearing into the night, “I’m sick of—” I snap my mouth shut, shaking with repressed feelings. “Never mind. I can’t believe you have a cat.”

There’s a second where I think he’ll call me out on my sudden change of topic and press me to let the acidic truth out before it melts and ruins my insides. I’m both disappointed and relieved when he doesn’t.

“He’s not my cat.”

I glance at him, wishing there was some light for me to see him. I feel like a prey in the dark with a predator. “Whose cat is it?”

“I don’t think he has an owner. He’s a stray that just kept on returning.”

I chuckle. “Did you feed him, Nero? Animals only return when they’re being fed.”

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