Page 41 of The Vengeance You Crave
Every muscle in my body screams at me to cover up but I refuse to show even an ounce of weakness around him right now.
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Luca
"If I were yours?"
Her words repeat over and over in my head as she stands there trying to appear confident before me when I know that deep down, all she wants to do is cover up. Her nose twitches in a way that I used to think was utterly adorable. I'd put her in any awkward situation just to see that twitch.
YOU used to be mine. YOU fucked it up. YOU lied to me. YOU ruined us.
But still, I can't help wondering what the fuck her boyfriend is playing at allowing her to walk around looking like she does at The Locker Room.
Unless… what she's saying is true and he's not her boyfriend. She was just very willingly gagging on my cock.
Is she really a cheat as well as a liar?
I think back to her jumping into his arms only days ago. They certainly seemed close.
I lift the bottle to my lips once more, the vodka no longer burning as it goes down. But it's not doing a fucking good job of numbing everything I don't want to be feeling.
Grabbing my cell once more, I turn the volume up.
"I'm done waiting, P. I want action." I turn it louder to ensure she can't respond, or at least if she does, I can't hear it.
Pushing everything aside, our past, her possible boyfriend, the fact my heart beats that little bit faster than it should whenever I'm anywhere near her and the ache in my balls despite the fact I've only just come down her throat, I watch her.
She drops her hands to the rope around her waist, but she makes no move to undo it.
After a beat, I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees and allowing the now half-empty bottle to hang between.
I stare at her as defiance flickers through her silver eyes.
"Peyton," I warn, knowing that she'll be able to hear it loud and clear despite the volume of the music.
She tilts her chin up and stares at me, her chest heaving and her nipples still hard, begging for attention.
Not touching them this far has damn near killed me.
I stand, killing the music in the process. Clearly, she's not going to make use of it, and I'm going to have to get involved then I want her to hear every single thing I'm going to growl in her ear.
"You're playing a dangerous game here, P," I warn.
"I can handle you, Luc."
"Nah," I say, taking another swig of vodka. "You handled me as a boy. You have no fucking clue what you're getting into with me now."
I don't need to be touching her to know a shudder just worked its way down her body.
"Open," I demand, holding the bottle up to her lips.
I pour some in, watching as it runs from the corners of her mouth and drops from her chin and onto her breasts.
Lifting my other hand, I run my fingertip through the stream of liquid.
"Luca," she breathes when I circle her nipple, making it pucker even more.
"You're so fucking desperate, P." I lean in close to whisper in her ear. "I can smell you. But I doubt you taste as sweet as you used to. Bitter and sour. I bet that's how you taste now after all your lies and bullshit."
