Page 24 of Sweetest Revenge

His movements were languid. He was taking his time. Trying to scare me.

Just because of that, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze dead on.

“I’m too tired for a repeat of last night,” he said, his eyes running down the length of my body. He leaned back onto his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. I couldn’t stop my eyes from falling to his forearms, looking downright sinful with his sleeves rolled up. Strong. Veiny. “But I’d like to remind you of the no-bratting clause. Something you conveniently seem to be forgetting.”

I dragged my gaze back to his eyes.

“You don’t like talking about my father,” I said. “But I doubt it’s because you’re feeling guilty. Someone like you isn’t capable of that.”

“You trying to hurt my feelings, Addi?”

His voice was low. My name rolled off his tongue like something decadent.

My stomach flipped, and the long-forgotten ache from the previous night's activities returned.

Fuck him. I hated the way he made my body feel. And judging by the way his eyes lit up, he fucking knew it too. It all went to that big fucking head of his.

“You don’t have any,” I hissed.

His hand shot forward then, his fingers grabbing my chin and forcing me to keep eye contact.

“My choice of punishment, remember?” he asked.

My jaw was hurting from how tight I was clenching my teeth.

“Not like I’d forget any time soon,” I grumbled.

His smirk had heat flowing through my belly just as his thumb ran over my lips. Teasing. His eyes followed the movement. I could tell how much he was yearning for one kiss.

It was the only power I had over him, and it gave me a burst of satisfaction when I realized there was something I could still deny him.

But the warm feeling didn’t last long. As soon as his gaze met mine again, I saw something devious in it.

“Kneel.”

My world froze. My mouth dried. But my cunt had a mind of its own. It fluttered at the fucking idea of me on my knees for him. His hands in my hair. His cock rammed so deep down my throat I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to look up at him when he lost it. See the all-powerful Warren King lose himself to his enemy’s daughter. A man once thought untouchable, decimated by little ole’ me.

My knees hit the carpet with a light thud, my gaze never leaving him as I lowered myself.

He didn’t move, just stared down at me as I submitted to him.

It sent a thrill up my spine.

How many times have I fantasized about this exact moment? Too many to count.

But unlike back then, the anger was flowing just as steadily as the desire.

“How does it feel to be at my whim, Addi?” he asked, his hand coming to run through my hair. I kept my eyes on his, forcing myself not to look at his cock, though I could see it straining against his pants in my peripheral vision.

I held my breath as tingles made their way down my spine.

Do not lean into it. Do not?—

“How does it feel to finally have a woman on her knees for you? Given your performance last night, I can’t assume you’ve had many.”

His smirk dropped.

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