Page 53 of Sweetest Revenge

We came here together; her hands are not going to be on another man.

Anger burned inside me, the heat of it licking at my skin and threatening to make my head explode with the intensity of it.

Him placing his hand on hers was the final straw.

I lifted my hand to Darla to stop her from continuing, but my legs were already moving of their own accord, bringing me across the space in seconds. My hand latched onto Addi’s wrist, and I pulled her away from him without so much as a second thought.

Her small protest died on her lips as I pulled her through the main room and into a hallway off to the side. I had no idea where I was going; all I knew was that I needed her now. But when I saw it, I knew it’d be perfect for what I needed to do. It was dark and hidden behind a gallery. No one would even think to come here if not for some worker on a break.

The noise from the party faded into the background, and I pushed Addi up against the wall.

Shock was the main expression on her face, but that quickly morphed into anger. Her eyes were alight with it.

My favorite fucking expression, except for the one she has when she sucks my cock.

But that was not what I wanted from her then. I wanted more.

“Warren, what the fuck are you doing?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, unable to stop the anger from threading into my words. “You remember our contract, right? No man can even so much as touch you?—”

“That’s what this is about?” she said, annoyance flitting across her face. “You got mad because Ezra touched me?”

“And you touched him,” I hissed. “No touching, kissing, caressing, or sexually pleasing another man or woman. It’s in the contract.”

She rolled her eyes, attitude running off her in waves and licking my skin.

Fuck, I need her so goddamn badly.

“It’s harmless,” she protested. “He was just being nice.”

“Nice will make you lose two million dollars,” I growled, leaning close. We were a hair’s breadth away. “And what about you and your hand on him? Were you being nice as well?

I hadn’t realized how close my hand was to squeezing her neck, or how my other had her hip pinned against the wall until that moment.

Nor did I realize how rock-hard my cock was until our hips were pushed together. Until her body melded against me like she was fucking made for me. Need and anger burst through me, at odds with each other but wanting the same outcome.

Addi, bent over for me, a moaning, writhing mess while I reminded her exactly who she belonged to.

“Oh, like how your ex-girlfriend’s hand was literally feeling up your bicep in front of everyone?” Addi shot back.

Is that jealousy?

Fuck. It only made me harder for her.

“Ex-girlfriend?” I scoffed. “Darla? Hardly. But not only can I establish boundaries, I am not under contract. Tell me, babygirl, since you were watching so closely, did you see me touch her at all?”

Redness spread across her cheeks. My hand trailed from her hip to her ass, cupping it and pulling her closer.

As if on instinct, she hiked her leg up around my hip. The dress scrunched up, giving me a view of her lacy white underwear. Even in the almost darkness, I could make it out.

The dark and dirty secret that she was trying her hardest to keep from me with huffs and puffs and rage.

Her soaked underwear.

My mouth watered at the sight. My breathing deepened.

“Answer me,” I ordered hoarsely. “Did you see me touch her?”

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