Page 35 of Revenge & Ruin

She makes the decision for me, shifting herself away while that blade of hers trails up my body. From my artery to my throbbing cock to my gut to my heart to my neck.

She smiles sweetly, arrogantly, as she stands at her full height before me, casually pulling down her dress as if I hadn’t been maddeningly desperate to remove it only moments before.

“I think this is what they call ‘taking someone for a ride’,” she muses.

I can’t get a hold of myself. My breathing is too rapid and my heartbeat won’t stop pounding. There’s nothing to distract me from my hardness that refuses to abate even when facing danger like this.

Because she’s the one holding the knife.

I shake my head and surge forward, only for the blade to pierce my skin. I freeze automatically.

“Well, doesn’t this just feel like déjà vu,” Isabella sneers, as her eyes drop to my neck.

Before I can stop her, she leans forward and licks up the bead of blood that had begun dripping from the surface wound.

Fuck.

There’s a mischievous glint in her eye as she pulls back, her lips stained a little redder than before.

FUCK.

“This is what’s going to happen, Teo Vitale.” Her voice is sultry sweet as her tongue dips out to lick her lips.

I’m completely and utterly mesmerized.

“You’re going to stop all surveillance on the Natalis. You’re going to stop trying to track down my mother, and you’re going to stay the fuck away from the Prince’s Hand.”

My response of, “Or what?”Doesn’t have time to leave my mouth before her teeth are on my bottom lip, pulling it cruelly for a moment until it bleeds.

When she pulls away, I have to spit out blood.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“You think this is over?” I growl right back.

She hums for a moment. “I think you’re an animal, Teo Vitale. And I’d be more than happy to keep you in check if you asked me nicely.”

Her knee lifts up to nudge my throbbing crotch, and I hiss back at her.

“But you come for my family again, and I will kill you,” she whispers.

Her threat hangs between us, balancing us on the edge of her blade. Finally, finally, my head clears enough to form a coherent thought.

“Then do it now,” I whisper back, “because I’m not going to stop. Not until your mother is six feet under, and everything you stole from my family is returned to me.”

I almost gasp in triumph at the tiny flicker of fear in those sultry eyes.

I lean into it, lean into her, making her stagger back a step into the sinks again.

“This was a valiant effort, I’ll give you that,” I continue, “but you will never be able to control me. So you should end it now before I ruin you entirely.”

Yet the blade in her hand doesn’t press against me any harder. In fact, I’m fairly certain I could disarm her right now without earning myself another scratch.

But instead, I wait, wait for the realization to hit her that there’s no escaping this or me. That whatever is coming is already in motion.

“You’re hesitating,” I whisper, daring to dip my head down closer.

Isabella swallows thickly, and I box her in, leaning a hand against the counter behind her.

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