Page 14 of Sweetest Revenge

He was in front of me in an instant, one hand fisting my hair and the other against my hip, holding me in place. His body melded against mine. His breathing was rapid. There was an emotion in his eyes that I never thought I’d see again.

Need.

Being with him had been a taste of the most delicious forbidden fruit.

I had been young when I first saw him. Around nineteen. No experience. A bit too hopeful. Too trusting.

And to fuck my father’s business partner was all I wanted.

I’d lost count of the number of times I’d fucked myself to fantasies of him, so when he finally let me have just a taste, I became obsessed. He was better than anything I could have ever imagined.

But I was blinded by the fantasy and didn’t realize it until he stabbed us in the back.

“Why don’t you want me to kiss you, Addi?” he asked, his breath wafting across my parted lips. My hands came to his shirt, meaning to push him away, but I stopped myself before I managed to fuck up the contract already.

“I told you,” I hissed. “It’s not like I can stop you.”

An amused smirk tugged at his lips.

“Or is it because your once sweet tongue is now bitter with the lies you told about me?” My breath hitched as he dragged his over my lips.

“An eye for an eye,” I said, remembering the headlines about him that had been quickly retracted after his meddling. But people had seen it, which was all that mattered.

“Yet you are here now. My plaything,” he muttered, the hand on my hip trailing down so he could slip his fingers into the hem of my lingerie. I couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs for him.

Fucking treacherous body.

He teased me, pulling at it and shifting his fingers in just far enough to tease the tuft of curls between my legs.

“I need the money,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

I wanted to melt into him. Wanted to spread my legs even further for him and let him fuck me like he had years ago. I could still remember the orgasm he gave me. How it utterly destroyed me.

I hate how much I still want him.

“No,” he stated. “You need me, and you’re going to say it, Addi.”

I shook my head and tried to lean away from him, but the hand in my hair kept me still.

“It’s a power thing, huh?” I asked. ”Does it get you off?”

I gasped when his fingers slipped further and further until they teased my folds.

“Say it or I’ll kiss you,” he ordered, leaning forward and licking the side of my mouth. My tongue darted out to lick my lips, still tasting him on them.

He tastes just like he did all those years ago.

It made my knees fucking weak.

I hated him. Loathed him. But I still found myself giving in to him.

When his fingers found my clit, I couldn’t hold back the whine.

“If you get me off, I’ll say it,” I bargained.

His dark chuckle filled the air, making my hair stand on end.

“What was rule number three, Addi?” he asked and gave my clit a sharp pinch.

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