Page 50 of The Sweetest Revenge

A flush crept up my neck, flooding my cheeks with warmth. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, grateful for the dim light that might hide the signs of my body's betrayal.

I shrugged, but there was no point in lying. "Yes, too bad it's all wasted on an asshole like you."

"Asshole?" He raised his brows. "Me?" He touched his fingers to his chest. "You mean the asshole that saved your life today?"

"And yet here I am, handcuffed again." I jerked against the cuffs, making the metal clank against metal just in case he forgot. It looks like you're the one I need saving from." I nodded toward him. "If you could do me a favor and give me a heads-up on what personality I'm going to be dealing with, that would be great."

He huffed out a laugh. "Which personality?"

"Yeah, the psychotic version, which always has a pair of handcuffs, then the I don't give a fuck version that avoids me, or the protective and possessive version that seems like he might still give a fuck."

He cocked his head to the side. "Let's not pretend like this doesn't turn you on." His gaze lifted to the handcuffs. He was talking about before. Before the accident. Back when I trusted him. "If I remember correctly, this shit turns you on, right?"

"If you're referring to the one time we fooled around," I scowled. The one time we made out while he tied me to the bed before using his fingers to give me my first mind-blowing orgasm when I was drunk. An orgasm I hadn't been able to match myself. Well, other than the orgasm he'd given me at the dinner table. It did make me wonder what else he could do. "Then yes, I was into it, but you weren't such a dick then."

"I was the same person then." He shifted his weight and leaned over to the nightstand, and I raised my head, trying to see what he was doing. "And if I remember correctly, all of this makes your panties wet." He stood to his full height, and my eyes widened on the eight-inch pink vibrating dildo.

It was mine.

"You stole my fucking vibrator?"

He held down the button, filling the quiet room with a low buzz. "If you want to get off in this house, you're going to have to beg for it." His gaze dropped. "Why don't we see how wet your panties are?" Lifting his leg, the bed sank in as he pressed his knee into the mattress and hooked his fingers into the waist of my leggings, tugging them down my legs until I was wearing nothing but my black sports bra.

Even though I knew I should tell him to stop, I didn't want to. This wasn't the Zaiden I was scared of. I wasn't afraid of the Zaiden threatening another earth-shattering orgasm; I craved this Zaiden. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't want him. I was seriously fucked up in the head, but it didn't matter because my body was desperate for his touch.

He brought my panties to his face as his eyes closed, and he inhaled deeply. I squeezed my thighs together to alleviate the pressure building deep in my core. His eyes open, locking with mine. "Fuck, you smell so sweet when your soaking wet for me, baby."

Gripping my ankles, he spread my legs as he climbed on the bed, shoving them wider with his knees as he crawled over me, finally settling between my thighs.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, a dizzying cocktail of desire and dread. My muscles tensed, caught between the urge to pull him closer and the instinct to push him away. Well, if I wasn't tied to the bed.

His gaze dropped to my lips and slowly moved down my body, stopping on my pussy. My legs clenched against his thick thighs, desperate to close them, to hide myself, but his knees spread, forcing me to open wider for him.

"You're so fucking wet, your pussy is glistening for me." He shifted, grabbing the vibrator off the bed. My eyes followed the pink toy as he brought it down to just above my bra, softly pressing the vibration to my skin. He slid his free hand under the band of my bra, placing it flat against my sternum.

"Your heart is racing," he smirked, his voice a low rumble of seduction. "Are you scared or excited?" I didn't bother answering. He already knew the answer. He shoved my bra up, and my tits bounced free, his breath rasping harshly as his gaze trailed over me. He dragged the vibrator over my bra, bunched over my breast. I arched into him, and the corner of his lip tipped up. "You want more?" I did, but I wasn't going to beg. He circled my right breast with the vibration before moving to my left and circling it.

Fuck, I needed more.

He moved back to the right, dragging the vibrator over my nipple, slowly circling the tight bud. My back arched off the bed, and my eyes closed as my lips parted with a soft moan. "What do you do with this toy?" he breathed. "Do you tease your body, or do you use it to make yourself come?"

"Come," the words came out in a rush as he circled my other nipple.

"What a waste." He dragged the toy down my stomach before sliding it over my pussy.

"Oh, my—" My words cut off when he pressed the head to my clit and slid it down before pressing the tip to my entrance. The vibration made my legs tremble.

"Zaiden," I moaned, bucking my hips forward, desperate for more.

"You want more," he breathed, pushing the tip in, and I nodded.

He stopped and pulled the vibrator away. "You use this plastic toy on this virgin pussy?"

"No," I shook my head. "Stimulation."

"Has anything been inside this pussy?"

My eyes narrowed, my face twisting with confusion and frustration. I didn't want to talk; I wanted to come—just you."

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