Page 16 of The Sweetest Revenge

"Yes," I moaned, and he pinched my clit through my panties. It was a warning. "I mean, um, no."

My body vibrated with the effort to maintain composure. One wrong breath and I'd?—

Crash!

Zaiden's plate hit the floor. "Shit," he muttered, never pausing his torturous rhythm beneath the table.

"Oh dear." My mother pushed her chair back.

Fuck!

"No." Zaiden's voice hardened. "Stay. I'll get it."

My mother nodded and pulled her chair back to the table as Zaiden sank below the table.

"He's such a good boy," she mouthed, and all I could do was nod. She had no idea.

"Well, don't worry about boys too much, dear," my mother said, picking up the conversation right where we left off. "There will be plenty of time for that."

I nodded, sucking in a tiny gasp as his lips met my outer thigh. I stared forward as Zaiden shifted under the table. "I like my teachers too," I said, trying to keep her attention on me and not on what Zaiden was doing on the floor. He worked his fingers, adding the perfect amount of pressure that lit my body on fire.

The heat was a slow roll as it swept over me, making my legs tremble and my stomach quiver. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, and I bucked my hips forward into his touch, chasing the feeling. He ran his tongue over my thigh, and I dropped my head and bit down so hard on my cheek I tasted blood as I exploded like a rocket at the dinner table sitting across from my mom and his dad.

"Are you okay, dear?" My mother asked. "You look flushed."

My body relaxed, and I nodded as I tried to steady my breathing. His hands were gone.

"Are you getting it, Zaiden?" my mother asked.

"Yep," he said, appearing from underneath the table with his plate. "Just needs to be mopped."

"Well, don't worry about that," she smiled. "I'll have Gisselle get it after we are done." Gisselle was the Knight's full-time housekeeper.

"Are you not hungry, Ari?" My mother asked.

"I thought dinner was delicious," Zaiden smirked, bringing his fingers that just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm to his lips and licked them clean. My stomach fluttered, and I realized exactly what he meant.

"Dinner was great," I said. I needed space from Zaiden Knight. "But I'm tired, and I still have some schoolwork to do. So, I need to excuse myself."

"Of course," my mother said. "I would like to do these family dinners at least once a week if you two could make time." My gaze shifted to Dennis, who hadn't said a word or even looked up from his phone once.

"I think that's a great idea, Claire," Zaiden said. His tone was so nauseously nice that I wanted to vomit. She had no idea that he meant he would love to torture me once a week at the dinner table. He enjoyed seeing me squirm.

"Great," she said, sounding pleased. "You two have a good night."

I pushed out of my chair and bolted for the stairs, hoping to make it to my room, and lock the door before Zaiden was out of his seat. I crossed the doorway into my room and threw the door shut, but I was too slow. Zaiden caught the door before it closed.

"I'll scream." The threat spilled out as he advanced, and I retreated.

"No, you won't." The corner of his mouth hooked upward. "I missed you in the locker room today."

I lifted one shoulder in feigned indifference. "I decided to come home and change."

"The clock is ticking, Ariella," he warned. "If you don't inform the entire football team that you belong to me, I will, and I promise you will wish you did." He turned, walked out of my room, and closed the door behind him.

I had no intention of telling anyone I belonged to Zaiden because I didn't belong to anyone. I was only okay with the football team claiming me because it should have kept Zaiden away from me, and it would have if he hadn't had that video.

I just had to wait him out and hope he got bored.

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