Page 51 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“You promise?”

“I’m going to punish you for trying to escape, but after that, I’ll make it feel good. I’ll fuck you better than Aiden ever could.”

I was pretty sure no one would ever compare to Aiden and how he made me feel, but I wasn’t about to voice that to Tristan.

“Punish me how?”

“You’ll see. Now, if I let you up, are you going to be a good girl?”

I nodded, my face brushing against his. I felt the stubble on his cheek grazing my skin. Little did he know I was bluffing.

Either he was stupid or he wanted me so much, he didn’t care if I fought him again because he moved off me. I flipped myself over onto my back, staring up at him as he stood. He put a hand out to me. It was now or never. I had to get out of here.

I put my hand in his, letting him pull me up. As soon as I was on my feet, I wrenched my hand out of his grasp and pushed him away from me, dashing back down the corridor. I could hear his footsteps after me, but I kept moving.

I’d just about reached the stairs when he slammed me into the bannister, winding me.

“I should’ve known you’d never give in,” he growled.

He wrestled my arms behind my back and dragged me back to the bedroom, throwing me down on the bed. I held my stomach, trying to get my breath back. He went to the door and slammed it shut.

When his back was turned, I pulled the knife from its sheath, knowing it might well be my only chance to access it. I flattened it against my palm, hiding it from view. I had no choice. It was me or him now.

He turned on me, his mud brown eyes blazing with fury and lust. It made my skin crawl. Advancing on me, he shoved me down onto the bed and started pulling up the skirt of my dress. I struggled, trying to stop him, but he held both my arms down and sat on my legs.

“Don’t even think about it you little cunt. You’ve just pissed me off. So now I’m going to make it hurt. You and I could’ve been good together, Avery. I could’ve given you exactly what you needed.”

“Never. You’re sick.”

He smiled, his teeth glinting in the low light.

“You’re just a little whore to him. He could never truly want you.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Don’t I? Enlighten me then? Why would a man like him want anything to do with a little bitch like you? He just fucked you because he wanted to get back at your father. You’re the idiot who thought it was more than that.”

I shook my head. The knife dug into my skin where he was pressing my arms down on the bed. It reminded me I still had a way out. I could still hurt him and stop him coming after me.

“The joke is on you, Tristan. You’re just too fucking stupid to see it.”

His eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know what your father wants. My money. Well, he’s not fucking getting it and neither are you. You know why?”

He looked at me, eyes widening as he took my words in.

“Because I’m not Avery fucking Daniels any longer, you stupid fucking prick. You know who does have control of my trust fund?”

He reared back a little, letting go of my arms.

“Oh, that’s right. You thought he was just using me as a good lay.”

“You’re lying.”

“Am I? Are you sure about that? Too fucking bad for you, isn’t it? That I’m Avery Lockhart now.”

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