Page 63 of Cruel Revenge

I raise an eyebrow. “Going to take those off, too?”

“Well, if we’re going out, I think I need a shower first.”

Skyla turns and strides over to the window, pulling the curtains shut. With her back still to me, she reaches for the waistband once more.

As she works the skin-tight material down her legs, she bends over, her round ass in the air, making me harder.

God, that would look even better with my handprint.

She straightens back up as I cross the room.

I clamp one hand to the back of her neck, pushing her up against the wall in front of her.

Her breath hitches. “Oh, and what do you think you’re doing?”

“I think that maybe we don’t have time for your teasing.” I drag her earlobe between my teeth, biting down until she squirms against me.

When her back arches and her ass presses hard into my cock, I move my hand up, sinking it into her hair.

The soft strands slip between my fingers, and I use the grip to pull her head back.

Her throaty chuckles have my cock straining hard.

“Tough guy.”

My other hand skims down the curve of her waist all the way to her hip.

I grab the side of her thong, pulling it taut against her skin until it’s biting into her flesh.

She moans, her hands pressing against the wall.

Her gaze connects with mine. “Going to keep teasing me?”

I want to sink into her, crave her submission, my mark all over her body. It’s almost a compulsion. Constant. Crippling.

ButI’min control. Of her. Of myself. Always.

I have to be.

So, I let her go and take a step back, crossing my arms. “And give you what you want? No. Go get ready.”

Skyla spins to face me, irritation in her glare before she shrugs. “Fine, but it’s going to take a while. Since you’re not willing to fuck me, I guess my fingers are going to have to do.”

I keep still. Don’t react.

Because if I even breathe wrong, if a single muscle twitches, I know I’m done.

“Go for it.”

She heads to the bathroom, her hips swaying with every step, making me ache.

Her smile grows wider. “Suit yourself, but don’t get mad when it’s someone else’s name I’m moaning.”

Fuck that.

I want to slam her up against the wall and bury myself in her, fucking her until my name is the only word she knows. I want her tight, little pussy wrapped around me.

More than anything, I want her to submit to me.

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