Page 7 of The Deceived

He smiles, and then I see him the same way that I saw him when I was a girl—handsome beyond understanding, strong, and all-consuming. I see the man I used to think he was before he ruined my life and killed everything good in it.

Don’t you dare fall for his façade.

I know better now. He’s no knight in shining armor. He’s the living embodiment of death. He crushes and destroys everything in order to get what he seeks.

His hand strokes across the fabric of my dress, and I close my eyes as my traitorous body breaks out into goose flesh.

This is too much. He’s too much.

His large fingers of one hand grip the delicate zipper as his other hand gathers the material into a bunch. He slides down the zipper, and my senses are hyper-aware of his every move. His breath is a gentle puff against the top of my head as his height and large body crowd me in. I stare at his broad chest trying to gain my composure.

The sound of the zipper coming undone breaks into the near silence of the room. He tugs at my dress, and the strapless garment puddles around my feet. I stand in its midst like a daisy that’s lost all of her petals. Bare to him now, I feel the weight of his stare as it presses in on my flesh. Despite everything this man has done to destroy me, I am still not immune to his presence. My nipples are peaked, my breathing is hitched, and not I really want to kill him for making my body react this way.

You’re pathetic, Winter.

I berate myself behind closed eyes because I dare not look at him. For too many years, I have dreamed of this moment. Maybe not this exact moment, but being the sole focus of his ministrations. Once upon a time, I wanted that more than anything, even more than the air I breathed. But he killed that sweet girl, along with her entire world.

Get your shit together.

I open my eyes in time to find Rex watching me intently, biting his bottom lip as he drinks me in as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on and I won’t lie it feels good to have him finally see me as a woman and not a little girl. I wonder if he recognizes me but I doubt it. Too many years have passed. I’ve grown and matured and clearly, he likes what he sees. His hands skim across my hip bones, and that’s when I feel it… power.Endless power. Because right now, at this moment, he desires me above all others. I plan to use every single trick that’s at my disposal to keep him exactly where I want him—begging for more.

A new idea begins to take shape. What if I was thinking of my revenge in all the wrong ways? Could it truly be this simple? Instead of trying to bring him down from the outside as I had planned, I will make Rex Dean fall for me and gain his trust and love. I will get inside access to his empire, learn every dark, dirty secret he keeps close, and then I will use it against him. I will bring his house of cards tumbling down.

Destroy him from the inside.

I look into his eyes, and a wicked grin lifts the corners of my mouth as I smile into the face of the devil himself, sin incarnate. He returns my smile as I thread my fingers through his thick hair, dragging him closer to my lips. I dart out my tongue, tracing at the seam of his mouth before he opens, allowing me access.

Instinctively, my legs lift to wrap around his waist as his hands cup my ass and lift He squeezes my ass cheek tight and fuck me; it feels good. I hate him for this even more, but I use it to fuel my rage and this secret war he isn’t even aware of is happening right now.

His hand moves to touch between my legs, and he practically growls at the wetness he finds there.Traitorous body. I tell myself it would feel as good—no, better—if it were someone else. My basest desires are being lit. That’s all this feeling is. Maybe just maybe, I’m a little sick because having him bend to my will is a damn turn-on.

He walks us forward until my back hits the cold stone wall of the shower. The water turns on and I gasp at the unexpected sensation. His lips glide across my jaw, nipping and sucking his way down my neck as his fingers continue to stroke through the wetness of my pussy. I groan, disgusted with myself because it all feels so fucking good but he doesn’t notice. He continues south, peppering kisses down my chest until he reaches my breast. He pulls my sensitive nipple between his sharp teeth, and I gasp at the alternating sensations as he sucks, licks, and gently blows across the taut peak while plunging two fingers inside me.

I’ve had enough. It feels too good, and before I forget who is giving me this pleasure, I grab a fistful of his wet hair and yank his face back to mine. His eyes simmer with heat and anger. I realize that he doesn’t like that I’m taking charge.Too fucking bad.

I use his hair to pull him toward my mouth, as he slips a third finger inside my wet heat, and I growl. But before our lips can meet, he resists. The tendons of his chorded neck strain, stopping the momentum and his eyes narrow onto angry slits.

“You’re not in control here, little girl.” His fingers begin to move faster within me as his frustration and my climax build. “That’s not the way this encounter is going to go. Understand?”

We stare at each other as both lust and anger swirl in a standoff between us. I release the grip I have on his hair because I have to remember my new plan. I can’t blow this opportunity to annihilate him for some sort of quick, sexual form of payback. He can’t ever know what’s coming.

I smile my sweetest smile and respond, “Yes, sir.”

He searches my eyes for a moment, and whatever he finds there must satisfy him. He leans back in to kiss me. Our tongues swirl as we drink one another in, and I can’t help but laugh as I realize that the devil will be the one brought down by temptation this time.

CHAPTER4

REX

She laughs against my lips, the sound almost maniacal, just before groaning as my fingers trace her cleft.

“Something funny, Winter?” I whisper the words against her warm, wet flesh and can’t help but gently trace the thrumming pulse that beats there, just beneath her alabaster skin.

Her small fist grips my hair tight and she gives it a defiant tug as her body shudders within the confines of my arms. I watch fascinated as her eyes close tightly and her head rolls back against the tiled wall, exposing the column of her porcelain throat in invitation.

The urge to bite her is so fucking strong that I can barely contain it.

Fuck it.

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