Page 17 of Revenge & Ruin

“As it seems, are you,” I purr right back, my free hand pinching his cheeks together. I bite at his puckered bottom lip and draw out a feral groan from him.

His hips suddenly buck up, catching me off guard. Stars close over my vision as the force of him against my throbbing core threatens to wreck me entirely.

The next thing I know, he’s on top of me again, breathless in our fight for dominance.

He stares down at me hungrily. His eyes snag on the fallen strap of my dress, low enough now to show off the side of my breast

“I’d take it off for you,” I smirk. “But someone handcuffed me to the bed.”

He shoots me a frustrated look. It’s the only warning I get before the sound of tearing fabric reaches my ears.

The sting of having my clothes ripped from me doesn’t register at all when the sight of Teo mouthing down my naked torso overwhelms my every sense.

“You can seduce me all you want. You’re not leaving this bed,” he says, his head getting lower and lower.

“Is that a promise?” I breathe.

Fingers pull down at my thong. His tongue follows behind every touch. It’s the perfect kind of agony, wrapped in longing and lust.

He doesn’t play with me. He just takes his devilish tongue and licks up my juices with one long, almost lazy sweep. My thighs tighten around his head in retaliation.

“You’ll be begging me to let you go by the time I’m done,” he murmurs against my inner thigh. Before biting down. Hard.

“Fuck!” I gasp. But he doesn’t let go. He brands me there, and I thrash against him in agony and joy.

His hands hold me still. “Just remember, you started this.”

Then Teo Vitale buries his tongue inside of me.

I don’t know how long I last, gasping for breath at every lash of his cruel tongue, Riding shamelessly after my own pleasure as my free hand buries itself in his hair, holding him there.

The sound I make when his fingers pry me open is inhuman. I beg, cry, and scream for more, so much more as he brings me to the very precipice of my own desires.

That’s when I pull on his hair hard,ragging him up to my lips so that he can taste my orgasm for himself. So he can see exactly what he’s done to me.

But instead of capturing my lips, he assaults my neck, biting it like he did my inner thigh. The pleasure of that pain is the thing that pushes me over the very edge.

He pulls back as I do, watching me with a morbid kind of fascination as wetness pools onto his hands. He slows the near-vibrating beat of his strokes.

When I come to, he smirks in cruel satisfaction. “Do me a favor and let your brother see what I’ve done to your neck.”

I smile back, still riding the waves of my euphoria. I reach up, carding my hands through his hair, bringing him closer.

Then headbutt him in the nose.

“Jesus!”

He jerks back, clutching his now bleeding nose. He doesn’t notice the rose that’s just fallen from his lapel.

“You left your mark. I left mine,” I reply innocently enough. My free hand is fisting the pin that now curls within the boutonnierre.

Teo glowers. It’s almost funny how little difference there is between his anger and his lust.

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” he reiterates firmly before storming away to the bathroom.

“What, you don’t want to go for round two?” I call after him, earning me a slammed door.

I allow myself a minute. One full minute to process what the hell just happened before turning on my side to feign sleep.

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