Page 34 of Sweetest Revenge

I didn’t mind the fight. Or fucking it out of her.

If anything, I’d enjoy seeing just how she would unravel at my hands.

“Then you also know you’re about to lose two million dollars.”

Her hand faltered. My free hand grabbed it, forcing the letter opener back to my neck.

My eyes fell to her pink, open lips. They were begging for my attention. Begging me to ravish them. To kiss them until she was bruised.

But I wouldn’t. Not until she begged me.

I let my hand slip into the shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach. My cock twitched, needing her. I splayed my fingers out, then ran my hand down. Further and further until I got to the hem of her shorts.

She never looked away, not even flinching when I hooked my fingers on the shorts and pulled them down her thighs.

Her cunt was bared to me, glistening even in the darkness of the office, with only the moon shedding a light on us.

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep at my desk. I was exhausted and running on very little sleep. It didn’t help that all I thought about was Addi. Before I knew it, I had dozed off, but her presence never strayed far.

Fucking Mercer girl taking over every one of my waking thoughts.

But even in my dreams, I couldn’t get rid of her. I was constantly thinking about pounding into her pussy until we were both exhausted and unable to move.

I had seen her as she went for my computer. I saw as she fucking guessed the password.

But I didn’t want to talk about it. Yes, I would punish her, but what was on my computer and my password were things I wanted to stay far, far away from.

This was about revenge. About getting back at her for all she did when I took down her father. About ruining my reputation. The reputation I had worked so hard for.

I allowed myself to get even more pissed off about her.

She knew nothing about hard work. She was just a spoiled brat who got her toys taken away. Who liked to play innocent. Who liked to play the sweet little rich girl.

She had no idea of the blood, sweat, and tears it had taken for me to be the person I was today.

So I would take pleasure in corrupting her. In destroying her facade and leaving something completely different in its place.

When our contract was up, she’d leave my place not even recognizing herself.

If she left at all.

What a sinful thought. Keeping my enemy’s daughter tied to my bed to use her however I pleased.

My mouth watered at the sight of her cunt dripping for me.

“Does me punishing you for being a fucking brat turn you on?” I asked, my voice turning husky. I used one hand to spread her folds, imagining what it would feel like to finally sink into her.

My cock was already painfully hard, and I was tempted to just take it out and slip into her. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to drag this out as long as possible.

“Get it over with. I’m getting bor?—”

She let out a yelp as I slapped her clit. As a warning, she pushed the letter opener to my neck, and this time there was a small prick of pain associated with the movement.

Finally.

I ran two fingers down her cunt, pausing at her clit before playing with her entrance. I scooped up the wetness there, forcing my fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself, baby, and try to tell me again that you don't want this,” I ordered.

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