Page 16 of Revenge & Ruin

Teo is talking and talking and talking. But his lips aren’t moving against mine anymore.

“You’re going to stay on that bed until your brother arrives. I’ll be watching you all night from the couch, so don’t even think about–”

“I’m sorry, but what the actual fuck?”

It’s Teo’s turn to blink at me.

“You kissed me,” I elaborate, needlessly. Because why isn’t he thinking about it?

He frowns. “I was under the impression that’s what you were trying to get me to do. Was I wrong?”

“No, but–”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

I open my mouth and then close it again. “You.”

“What?”

“You kissed me.”

“I did.”

“How are you not…”

Understanding dawns in his eyes. “I’m not falling for this again, Isabella.”

“I’m being serious this time,” I counter, the handcuff digging into my wrist as I try to reach him. “Did you not feel that?”

He stands up, looming over me. “Feel what?”

“Do it again,” I demand.

A hand reaches down for me, and suddenly, I’m being pressed into the bed. Teo’s calloused fingers enclose around my neck, his breath mingling with mine as he glares at me. My heart almost leaps out of my chest.

“Let me make one thing very clear. You are my prisoner. You will be my prisoner until your brother gives me what I want. I will not play these games with you.”

Every word vibrates between us enticingly.

“Sounds like you’re scared,” I whisper, tilting my head up so he can better grip my neck. “You felt it too, don’t lie to me.”

“I felt nothing.”

“Then prove it.”

Whatever semblance of self-restraint holding him back seems to snap at my words. He closes the inches between us instantly. Crashing his mouth against mine in the most delicious way…

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

He’s hovering over me, tantalizingly close and yet too far. My free arm wraps around his neck, hoping to drag him closer.

He chuckles against my lips, holding firm. “You’re very eager to disgrace your family name.”

In response, I hook both legs around his waist. The sudden weight has him falling on top of me, a wall of solid muscle, and…yes, a hardening cock pushes into me.

I twist him over in a heartbeat. One arm still strung to the bed frame, I straddle him, pressing myself into that hardness with reckless abandon.

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