Page 104 of The Revenge You Seek
Kane
Her scent fills my nose the second I push the door open and my hard-on returns.
I might have only had her less than thirty minutes ago, but it's not enough. Even Devin's attempt to rip me a new one for going anywhere near her isn't enough to make me reconsider what's going to happen next.
I don't really give a shit about his opinion. I don't need him to tell me that this is a bad idea, I already know that it is.
My fascination with Scarlett has only got worse as the years have gone on. And now, she's right here, apparently getting off on this weird hate vibe we've got between us as much as I am and like fuck am I about to pass up the chance to indulge a little.
It won't be long until she's had her fill and turns her back on me because we all know that she's too fucking good for a fuck up like me.
She might have screwed me at every turn over the years. But Scarlett Hunter deserves better than a trailer park boy whose puppet strings are controlled by Victor Harris.
I shake my head, trying to make the thoughts fall away.
None of that matters right now.
What does matter is the fact she's standing in the middle of my room looking like a rabbit caught in headlights and she's… Not. Fucking. Naked.
Reaching my hand behind my head, I drag my sopping wet hoodie from my body and throw it at the laundry basket in the corner. It misses and lands on the floor with a wet thud.
Letty gasps and when I turn back to her, her eyes are locked on my chest.
A smirk curls at my lips as I realize that this is the first time she's seen me without clothes for a lot of years, and I am certainly not the boy she probably remembers.
"You're wearing too many clothes. I told you to be ready." I take a step toward her and she immediately takes one back.
Excitement explodes inside me.
Okay, Princess. Game on.
I drop my eyes to her chest, her nipples are hard and begging for me behind the wet fabric of her tank and bra.
"Off," I demand, nodding at her top.
"Uh…" She hesitates.
"Too fucking late to be shy, Princess. I've already seen it all, remember?"
I take another step toward her, tugging at the ties on my sweats and kicking my sneakers off.
She once again backs away.
"You can't run from me in my own bedroom," I mutter, looking at her from under my lashes. "If you didn't want to be here, you should have tried escaping before now."
"You'd have let me?"
"Hell no, but it would have been fun to see you try."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You know why." I close some more of the space between us and her chest begins to rise and fall faster, her pupils dilating as I step into her personal space.
"But what will it achieve?"
"Oh, it will make me feel so much better."
"Will it though?" she asks, cocking her head to the side like she's really curious about this.
