Page 17 of Bittersweet Revenge

“Is that what you want? To see me beaten and broken on my knees? Giving you favors just because you order it, because you buy them?”

She looked angry. The fire was there, but there was also disappointment and sadness – something that I didn't expect from someone as calculating as she was. Was it all an act too?

She kept her eyes on me as I reached for my belt, the sound of the metal buckle echoing ominously in the eerily quiet room.I couldn’t cave, not now, and my body was responding only too well to her position on her knees, my dick so hard that it had passed the point of being uncomfortable to just plain painful. I needed her to back away before I did – or maybe you don’t!!The part of my brain that was controlled by my libido shouted in frustration. What if I made her please me? She couldn’t mind that much, could she? She’d given up her virginity without a second thought on a powerplay – why would a blowjob matter? Was it even her first one? My jaw tightened, my teeth almost shattering in my mouth at the idea of her on her knees for that dark-haired idiot, Ben Deluca. He was too addicted to her for it to be a simple crush – or was it? This woman was addictive. She had me tangled before I’d even kissed her. She was not a good addiction though. In retrospect no addictions were good. They were all destructive on different levels and she was the type to annihilate everything you were.

I liked seeing her like that, on her knees, powerless. I could almost feel her silky hair tightly wrapped around my fist, but the problem was that I didn’t want her to surrender by force. I wanted it to be her choice. I wanted her to surrender her power to me willingly and I didn’t want her helpless for anyone else... Ever... Just me… Only me.

“Have you done this before?” I asked, my voice as cold as could be, hiding the treacherous tremor of desire the anticipation caused. “I wouldn't want to waste a hard-on on your inexperience like I did taking your virginity,” I added mockingly.

Pain flashed in her eyes, pain that affected me in ways I refused to acknowledge, but then it was replaced by anger, her grey eyes turning to steel.Ah, finally the reaction I wanted, the one I was rooting for. Her hate, her anger I could deal with, even thrive on. The pretend affection, the fake care… I had no time for that.

She stood up, shoving me back. She was no match for me physically, but the force of her anger made me stumble.

“You can suck your own dick and choke on it, Caleb Astor!” she shouted, throwing the keys at me. “It will be a cold day in Hell before I willingly sink on my knees in front of you again, and if you ever try to force your way into my mouth,” she snarled, snapping her pearly white teeth, “I’ll bite it right off.”

I felt that snap, right down to my now-fully-erect cock. I really was a sick bastard, getting aroused by her anger even more than her softness.

“We’ll see,” I replied with a cocky smile, burying my hands in my pockets with my belt still undone.

She threw me a look full of venom, “Who broke you?” She asked and walked away without a look back.

“So many things, so many people, Esmeralda… You included,” I whispered after she was long gone.

Chapter 6 - Esme

When I woke up on Monday, I was excited to go to school to see Tay and Archie, as well as to start the investigation, but I was also dreading being alone in a car with Caleb.

I couldn't believe the horrible things he’d said to me on Saturday. His mood swings were giving me whiplash; it was like he didn’t know himself how he was supposed to feel. It was like he was trying to make me hate him again. Well if so, he was on the right path. I had avoided him like the plague since the incident in the garage, although I hadn't had to try too hard as his car had been gone most of the day on Sunday. He had probably been getting the blowjob I hadn’t given him.

As I got ready, I started rethinking my decision of not asking Archie to pick me up. He was already so worried about me; I didn’t want to add to his burden. I would tell him the truth, that life here wasn’t great, but I couldn’t drive him and Caleb more against each other; that wouldn’t be right.

I prepared myself for a few more minutes, building up the courage to face my devil of a fiancé. I didn't want him to see how much his low opinion of me and my role in his life, had hurt me. I was also angry at myself for expecting anything different. He was the worthy heir of all the hateful fathers.

My eyes wandered in the mirror until they connected with the small blue box on my bed. I'd found it in front of my door this morning with a simple card. ‘Your engagement ring; wear it proudly. C’. I sneered at the note. Even in one sentence he could taunt me.

I sighed and slipped the ostentatiously gigantic ring I’d hated from day one onto my finger. I suspected he knew how much I hated it and made me wear it as a punishment.

I walked downstairs to find Benjamin expecting me.

“Breakfast is served,” he announced, gesturing me toward the salon.

I preceded him and was surprised to find a table set for one. I turned around, throwing a questioning look at him.

“Mr. Astor left early this morning; he had business to attend to.”

What kind of business would an eighteen-year-old high school senior have to attend to?In my world not much, but in this one? Who the hell knew?

I nodded. “It’s fine. I’ll call Archie for a ride.”

Benjamin shook his head and reached in his suit pocket. “There is no need Miss. Mr. Astor said to take your car,” he added, setting the key to the Bugatti on the table.

I looked down at the large gaudy fob as if it was a scorpion ready to strike. Why was he giving in after what had unfolded on Saturday? Was it his way of apologizing? I doubted it.His way to make a point that I owed him? More likely.

I had half a mind to throw the key in a hole somewhere as a major ‘fuck you’, but on the other hand, what other chance would I ever have to drive a car like that? Plus, it would stick it to Aleksandra, the she-devil, who had probably spent all of yesterday providing the services I’d refused.

Don’t be dumb,I chastised myself. I didn’t need to pile more issues onto my plate. I had a murder to solve. I could deal with whatever else later.

“Is there a problem, madam?”Benjamin asked, cutting into my thoughts.

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