Page 26 of The Sweetest Revenge

He stepped back, and his hand dropped. "So you do whatever he tells you?" I nodded. "If he tells you to bend over his desk and take it in the ass, you do it?"

I shrugged. "You can't tell anyone or interfere, Zaiden."

"You think I give a fuck if your Coach fucks you," he laughed. "I don't. I just wanted to know."

"Now you know," I said. "So, can I finish my shower?"

He shook his head, and he narrowed his dark, intense eyes on me. My heart sank, and my stomach turned.

"Get on your knees." His finger stabbed downward, marking a spot on the wet tiles.

I shook my head, hip cocked to one side. "I'm not sucking your dick." My arms formed a barrier across my chest, more for defiance than modesty.

"Yes, you will, but not today," he smirked. "Get on your knees, or I will text Mommy dearest this video of you blowing your coach to make the team."

Fuck. My lips twisted with disgust like I tasted something gross. Why did he have to bring her into this? Because he knew she was the last person I wanted to see that video. I told him that without saying a word, the night of our family dinner.

Blowing out a heavy sigh, I dropped to my knees, squeezing my thighs tightly together and sinking my ass onto my calves.

"That's a good girl." His face said he was pleased with me, and my stomach churned.

My gaze lifted, meeting his as my lip curled. "Fuck you."

He laughed. "I wouldn't fuck that dirty pussy with my worst enemy's dick." That was meant to cut deep, but it didn't because we both knew I was a virgin, or at least he knew I was all through high school.

"Then I guess we are done here," I smirked, moving to get up.

His hands curled around my shoulders as he held me down. "Give me your hands."

"How about a finger?" I scoffed as I lifted my left hand and flicked him off.

His large hand caught my wrist. "Other hand." I didn't move. "Now. Ariella."

My jaw clenched, but I lifted my hand, and he grabbed it, pulling my wrists together. Before I knew what was happening, he slapped a metal band around one wrist, pulled the chain through the metal shower safety bar just above my head, and slapped the other end of the cuffs on my other wrist.

"What the fuck, Zaiden?" He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black and white handkerchief. My eyes widened as panic clawed at my insides. "No." I shook my head as he knelt, bringing the material closer to my mouth. "Zaiden."

"I need you to shut the fuck up." He raised his brows as his gaze dropped to my lips. "As much as I'm going to enjoy using this pretty mouth. I don't need it today." I jerked my face away from the cloth. "Open." I shook my head. "Open your fucking mouth, Ariella. Or I'll make you."

I thought about it for a minute, and being gagged definitely didn't sound as bad as him using my mouth for other things, so twisting my head back, I slowly opened my mouth. I didn't want him to change his mind if I continued to refuse because he got off on the fight.

He slid the soft material through my lips and tied it behind my head. His heated gaze raked down my body, and an explosion of goosebumps spread over my skin when he forced his fingers between my knees. "Spread your legs."

I squealed through the gag, shaking my head no.

"We both know I'm going to win, and as much as I love a fight, I'm done now. Spread your legs."

I was at his mercy. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I was one hundred percent sure it could always be worse. I let him push my thighs apart, spreading me open. "I bet this pussy is so fucking wet for me right now."

I wanted to say yeah, we are in the fucking shower, but I imagine those types of responses were why he'd gagged me.

His gaze lifted, locking on my lips. His throat flexed on a hard swallow, his nostrils flared, and the muscles in his arm tightened as his hand raised. He pressed his thumb to my bottom lip, tugging it. "This sassy little mouth is going to look so fucking pretty wrapped around my cock."

The hungry look in his eyes and his dirty words did something to my insides that sent a heat through my stomach straight between my thighs, making me want to squeeze them together to alleviate the pressure. It shouldn't do anything to me. I hated him, but it did.

He pushed to his full height, his greyish blue eyes never leaving mine as he flicked open the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper before reaching into his pants, and my eyes squeezed closed.

"Open your eyes, princess," he ordered, his tone low and commanding. I didn't want to open my eyes, but I couldn't fight my curiosity. My eyes eased open and widened as his hand wrapped around his thick cock. Fisting his dick in his hand, he stroked himself slow and steady as his gaze dropped, raking over my wet naked body.

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