Page 11 of The Sweetest Revenge

Her chin lifted slightly. Defiant still. Good. Breaking her spirit would be so much more satisfying this way.

I swiped through my phone, taking my time, watching her from the corner of my eye.

"I'm going to set the rules," I said, voice dropping lower. "And you're going to follow them."

A short, dismissive laugh escaped her lips. "Or what?"

"Or there will be consequences."

I turned the phone toward her. For one heartbeat, confusion crossed her features. Then recognition. Her smile crumbled, color draining from her face as she stared at herself on the screen—on her knees in front of her dance coach, performing in ways that would destroy everything she'd built.

"Now, you're probably thinking if this video gets out, you could lose your scholarship or even be kicked out of the school for bribing a coach."

"Where the fuck did you get that?" She hissed. "Delete it now." She surged forward, but the cuffs wrapped around the shower bar held tight. "You have no idea what that is."

"I don't care," I smirked, cocking my head to the side. "This video ensures you'll do whatever I tell you to do, doesn't it? My guess is that even more than not wanting to lose your scholarship, you don't want this video to go viral. What would your little football fuck boy think about you blowing your coach." Clicking my phone black, I shoved it back into my pocket.

"Fine, Zaiden, what do you want?"

Reaching out, I brushed a strand of her wet hair out of her face, my gaze locked on her full lips. "I want to own you. I want to ruin you."

"You really think this is what Kacie would want?"

"You really think Kacie would want to be dead right now with you living your best life and moving into her bedroom like she never existed."

"Zaid—"

"Shut up," I ordered. "First, you're going to let your football fuckboys know you belong to me. You'll no longer be changing with the rest of the team. You'll use the hockey locker rooms starting tomorrow."

"I can't do that, Zaiden. I don't have a locker in the hockey room. I have an assigned one in the football room."

"Figure it out," I groaned, turning toward the bathroom door. "Or your video will go viral, and you'll be headed back to your daddy." Stopping, I twisted back to her and stepped forward until my black boots hit the porcelain tub. My gaze raked down her naked, wet body, making her squirm. "The video is the last consequence I'll use." I gripped her jaw and leaned in so she could feel my words against her lip. "You make sure you let them know who you belong to, or I will. "My lips lifted into a sinister smirk. "And I prefer public humiliation." I shrugged. "Just so you know." I jerked her face away from me and ran my tongue up her throat. She tasted as sweet as I remembered, but with a hint of salt. That taste. A new addiction.

Fear.

She tasted like fear, and for some unknown reason, new to me, that fucking turned me on.

I stepped back, hand falling away from her face. Her skin left a damp impression on my fingertips.

"You win, Zaiden." Her voice had changed, softened around the edges. "Now, please let me go."

That "please" hung between us—sweet, desperate. Exactly what I wanted to hear. I reached into my pocket, taking my time, letting her wonder what would come next.

The spy camera was smaller than a matchbox, black, and inconspicuous. Her eyes tracked it as I inserted it into the outlet near the sink.

"What is that?"

The camera slotted into place with a click. A tiny red light blinked once, then steadied.

"Smile for the camera, princess."

Understanding widened her eyes. She pulled against the handcuffs, the metal biting into her wrists. "Zaiden, no." Her composure fractured, panic bleeding through. "Do not leave me here."

I moved backward toward the door, maintaining eye contact. Her fear was intoxicating, better than I'd imagined. Steam continued to rise from the shower, enveloping her.

"Put on a good show for the hockey team for me, baby." My hand found the doorknob behind me. "Make sure you scream my name when you struggle to free yourself."

The door closed between us, inch by inch, her panicked expression gradually disappearing from view. Only when the latch clicked into place did I allow myself to smile.

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