Page 33 of Revenge & Ruin

I lean back just enough to admire my work. Something within me roars triumphantly.

I did it. I ruined you. Now, no one will want you but me.

It’s a filthy fucking lie. Especially when she looks back at me through hooded eyes, eyeliner smudged, perfectly blonde curls lying haphazardly over shoulders, now bare of their fallen dress straps. Her mouth is swollen and gaping at me.

Ruined. But not ruined enough.

I surge forward again, this time claiming those lips more sharply, biting hard enough to draw blood.

She groans against it, squirming beneath me to retaliate in kind. It’s almost comical to feel her try. I never thought it would make me so fucking hard trying to anticipate her next move.

She reaches beneath my shirt and scratches all the way down my back, smiling when I hiss into her mouth. She wraps herhands around my shirt collar and pulls me directly into her chest, not releasing me until I’ve caressed every inch of skin with my tongue.

I bite her there as well, long and hard, as I desperately fumble for a zipper. Her devilish dress now serves as a frustrating barrier to her breasts. And fuck, do I want her soft nipple in my mouth.

But Isabella retaliates again. Using the momentum of the wall, she picks up her other leg and entirely straddles my waist, pressing herself into my already hardening cock.

Her short little dress rides up in the process, revealing…

“What the fuck?” I growl as I see her bareness beneath me.

Isabella merely laughs against my neck.

“You weren’t wearing panties?”

She hums. “Is that a problem?”

I shove her back into the wall. “That whole fucking meal?”

Now detached from my neck, Isabella just bites her lip and nods.

“Fuck,” I lunge at her again. “You need to be more careful.”

She merely groans in contentment as her hands claw into my shoulders.

“In a dress like that, anyone could have seen.”

I move so that I only need to hold her with one arm, letting my other hand drift south.

“All I’d need to do is reach over and let my fingers wander up your leg.”

To illustrate my point, I graze over her soaked center with my fingers.

Her breath hitches deliciously.

“And I could have fucked you right there under the table.”

My thumb roams over her clit, drawing out a gasp that I consume with my mouth. I’m desperate to taste her desire, to claim her as my own.

I let my index finger soak in her juices a little longer before pushing into her welcoming warmth.

Only for her hand to reach down and snatch me away.

“No,” she growls, a wildness in her eyes that almost makes me come undone then and there. “I wantyou.”

She immediately lets go and snatches at my belt, fumbling helplessly with the buckle.

I curse under my breath before going to assist her, freeing myself of the too tight constraints of my pants and boxers.

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