Page 45 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“You have no idea how good it felt to fuck you over his desk. To take your innocence from you just like he took every bit of my childhood, of my life, away from me.”
“Is that what you imagined all these years? How lucky for you that I basically fell into your lap.”
He takes a step toward me, snatching the bottle back.
“Oh Red,” he says after swallowing a few shots. “What I’ve imagined has been so much worse. Open.”
Unable but to do as he demands, my lips part and I tilt my head back as he fills my mouth with whisky.
I try to swallow fast enough but he pours too much and it spills from my mouth and down onto my chest, soaking into my dress.
“Filthy little slut.”
The strap around my neck tightens before the sound of ripping fabric fills the space a second before cool air breezes over my naked chest.
Finishing off the bottle, he drops it to the floor before taking a step toward me.
“I’d run now, if I were you, little Macie Fletcher.”
His chest brushes my nipples and I swallow down my reaction.
“I’m not scared of you, Leon,” I tell him, staring him dead in the eyes. We’ve both experienced the devil in our lives and he is not it.
“Silly, silly girl.”
It takes a second for my brain to catch up with my body but the second my overheated skin presses against the windows, everything comes crashing back.
“Leon,” I whimper, the icy cold glass almost painful against my breasts.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I try to forget that I’m standing here damn near naked for the entire town to see.
All they need to do is look up and… A shudder rips through me.
“What do you think they’ll all see when they look up at you, Red?”
“P-please don’t,” I beg, hating that I do as I turn my head to the side.
“Do you think they see the sweet little Macie Smith that you pretend to be? Or the filthy liar that you really are?”
“L-Leon.”
“I know what I see,” he growls in my ear. His deep voice sending a shudder of desire through me.
It’s wrong. Oh so wrong but even like this, I can’t help the way he affects me.
“You. Are. A. Filthy. Liar. Macie. Fletcher.” Each word punches the air and I feel them like physical blows. “And it’s time everyone discovered the truth.”
“And you?” I inquire, feeling brave.
“This isn’t about me.”
“But it is. Don’t you see, my lies are intertwined with yours. You expose me, I expose you. Is that what you want? The world to know why you're so angry, why you hate yourself and everyone else so much?”
“Shut up,” he booms, confirming what I already know. I just touched a sore spot.
“You’ve never spoken about it, have you?”
The length of his body presses against mine. His heat is almost enough to make me forget about my current position.
