Page 33 of Revenge

“I didn’t.” I dip my shoulder and adjust her weight so she doesn’t hit the back of her head on the doorjamb when we walk through my room straight to the bathroom. “I spanked you. There’s a difference.”

“You are a such a bastard.”

“Stop whining, Princess. I saved you from being eaten by a coyote.” I grip the backs of her legs and slide her down my body. The feel of her supple breasts sliding down my chest sends all the blood rushing straight back to my dick. At this rate, my balls are going to be in my throat. I step away giving us some much-needed distance. If I don’t get my shit together I’m going to do something we’ll both regret. As a distraction, I glance down but that only makes things worse.

“Cold?” My eyes zero in on her nipples. The beady points are poking through her shirt and I envision what they’d taste like against my tongue as I flick on them, sucking each one into my mouth until they’re wet and firm peaks.

She folds her arms across her chest to cover herself and I laugh. Her discomfort shouldn’t turn me on the way it does, but I’m fucked up enough to enjoy it.

Still holding her tits, she takes the opportunity to do a quick glance at our new surroundings and I wait for her judgment.

Candlelight bounces of the white walls as her green eyes take everything in. I know what’s coming the second she opens her mouth.

“It’s very…”

Sterile. Clean.

“Austere.”

Or that. I shrug it off like it’s no big deal, but there’s a bigger truth to her words than I’m willing to admit to myself at the moment.

Her body shivers and I know she’s going to catch a cold if I don’t get her out of these clothes and fast. My fingers grip the edge of her shirt and pull the material up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Stop that.” She slaps my hands away and cranes her neck back to glare up at me, but not before I see her eyes linger on my chest.

“You’re so cold you’re shaking. Not to mention we’re both covered in mud. So, stop fighting me. The sooner you do, the sooner we can both be warm and you can go back to being the spoiled little brat we both know you are.”

I dip my head down to meet her gaze head on. This is a battle of wills she won’t win.

“You are such an asshole.” The second the words are out of her mouth she flinches. She’s expecting me to punish her for this little outburst and I should, but I find her attitude so fucking fascinating this time that I laugh instead.

“I am.” If she’s expecting an apology, she’ll be waiting a long time. Despite her protests, I whip the t-shirt over her head and toss it onto the floor. My body sparks to life with the vision in front of me.

She’s standing there in nothing but the white lacy thong and matching bra like an angel for the taking. My eyes linger on her tits. Pert pink nipples are peeking out through the thin strip of lace, taunting me. Every muscle in my body burns with the need to taste, to take what’s standing right in front of me.

Judging by the fire in her eyes and the rapid rise of her chest, she’s fighting her own emotions. I need to break this connection before I do something we’ll both regret. I shove her backwards toward the shower door.

“No.” Her whole body trembles as she squeezes her eyes shut. Fear is etched across her face, making me feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet.

I hold her face in my hands as my thumbs lightly trace circles against her soft cheeks. “Look at me, Princess.” When she refuses, I dip my head closer. “We need to warm you up. Can you trust me take care of you?”

“No. I don’t trust you at all.” Her words hang in the air between us, a somber reminder of just how badly I’ve fucked things up.

“Fair enough.” My lips press into a tight line, hating the truth in her words. Hating that she sees me for the monster I am. I grab the bracelet from my back pocket and place it in her hand. “You will.”

Her green eyes narrow at me in curiosity, but I ignore the inkling of emotions that are threatening to break free at what I’ve done and focus on her wet clothes.

“Let’s get you out of these.” My fingers dip down to the hook of her bra, but she jerks out of my grasp and steps back.

“I can do it myself.”

“Fine.” I point to the shower door and work at keeping my face a blank mask. “Clean up and we’ll talk.”

“You’re not going to punish me?” Her eyes narrow as she clutches the bracelet tighter into her tiny palm. She looks as lost as I am at the moment.

“Not this time, Princess.” The hardened lines of my face soften. “We have things to talk about, but I’ll let you get cleaned up first.”

“What about you?” A flush of color spreads across her cheeks and I have to fight back another smile. She too fucking cute like this. “That’s not what I meant. I mean…” She hangs her head, unable to finish that thought and I decide to let her off the hook.

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