Page 25 of Sweetest Revenge

“You’re playing with fire, little girl.” His hand fisted my hair in warning.

Fuck.

Heat exploded in my belly.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

He was quiet for a moment before he stood straight.

“Nothing, but you’re going to stay there until I tell you you can move.”

Walking straight past me, he left me kneeling there on the floor, looking at nothing but his empty desk.

It took me a few seconds to understand what he’d just done. He was showing me he was in charge while denying me what he knew I wanted.

Again.

Fucking stop it.

I couldn’t keep going there. I couldn’t keep wanting him to?—

“Fucking asshole!” I yelled after him.

All I got in return was silence.

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WARREN

Sneaky bitch.

I looked over my nightstand with a frown as I realized some of the stuff had been shifted. It had always looked the same. For years. Fifteen to be exact.

So, when one thing was out of place, like the fact that my ChapStick had rolled to the front of the drawer after someone carelessly shut it, I took note.

There was no one else in the house that would have the audacity to look through my stuff.

But Addi?

She probably got off on it.

I thought of her on her knees for me. I could see the desire in her eyes mixing with the hatred. It was such a delicious look on her.

I couldn’t stop the satisfied smile from spreading across my face.

She was still in the office; I could hear her cursing me from across the hall.

Who knew teaching Addi a lesson in submission would be so entertaining?

I let the smile go and mentally kicked myself for that thought.

This wasn’t supposed to be amusing. It was about control. Revenge. To show her that she couldn’t mess with me. To remind her just how much power I had over her.

But what I pulled in there? I should have fucked her throat until she was begging for mercy. And instead?—

My phone rang, pulling me from my mental spiral.

I looked at the caller ID and cursed under my breath. I’m too tired for this shit.

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