Page 12 of The Sweetest Revenge

Through the door, her voice carried, stripped of everything but raw desperation: "Zaiden! Don't do this!"

It would only be a few minutes before she realized the cuffs were fake and there was a safety release on them, but she'd never know that I was the only one watching her struggle right now. Pulling my phone back out of my pocket, I flipped open the app and clicked on the mini camera as I locked myself in my room.

My cock throbbed at the sight of her naked, wet, struggling to free herself and screaming my name. The memories of how she tasted mixed with the feeling of her skin brushing against mine pushed forward, sending blood pumping through my cock, making it beg to be emptied. I was flicking open my pants and setting myself free before I even realized what I was doing.

My gaze raked down her naked body as I wrapped my hand tightly around the base of my dick and stroked from root to tip. Closing my eyes as I continued to stroke, I turned the volume up, listening to her scream my name, the sound the cuffs made when they hit the metal bar, and her tiny little whimpers of frustration.

"Fuck," I grunted as I used the precum from my wide head to quicken my strokes. I tightened my grasp, the muscles in my forearm flexing as I increased my speed as my gaze zeroed in on her perfect round tits thrashing around as she fought to free herself.

"Zaiden," she growled. "Let me go, now."

I closed my eyes, picturing her on her knees in front of me, opening her mouth, ready to take my load on her tongue. "Fuck." My cock twitching and my abs clenched as I exploded into my hand.

Everything went silent, and when I rechecked the camera, she was freeing herself.

My sister's empty bedroom lay across the hall, door ajar. A shrine to what had been taken from us. From me.

I pressed my forehead against my bedroom door, listening to Ariella's muffled struggles through the wall. She didn't deserve the mercy of a quick revenge. No, this would be methodical. Calculated. I would dismantle her life piece by piece, just as she had destroyed mine.

The memory of her skin against mine lingered, unwelcome but persistent. Hatred and desire created a strange feeling, but I would use both. Take whatever pleasure I could from her body, then discard her when I was done.

My fingers traced the door's wood grain, following its natural lines and breaks—like the path I'd mapped for Ariella's destruction—first, her dignity, then her reputation, her relationships, her future.

By the time I finished, no man would recognize what remained of her. That thought alone sent a shiver of satisfaction through me that rivaled the physical release from moments before.

Tonight was only the beginning.

CHAPTER7

ARIELLA

Sinking onto the football field grass between Journey and Mila, I glanced up into the stadium seats to see Zaiden sitting in the same spot he was twenty minutes ago. The sun was bright and warm, and the sky was cloudless.

Journey nudged my shoulder and tilted her chin toward the stands. "Looks like you have a secret admirer."

Mila twisted a strand of dark hair around her finger. "With the way he's looking at her, I don't think it's a secret."

I dug my fingers into the turf. "Trust me. The only thing Zaiden admires is the thought of me losing everything."

"I've never seen Zaiden Knight at one of our practices," Journey smirked. Journey was a third-year dancing predator, and Zaiden was a second-year Predator. We all knew each other from high school. Even though Journey was two years ahead of Mila and me in college, she was the same age; she'd just opted to start college earlier than us.

"Then what's he out here for?" Journey asked, using the back of her hand to wipe away a bead of sweat dripping down the dark skin of her temple.

"To ruin my life," I muttered, reaching for my toes to stretch. Journey and Mila's gaze met and narrowed before turning to me. "He still blames me for Kacie and now my mom for breaking up his family."

"Kacie got into a car drunk and drove away from the party," Mila said. "How could that be your fault?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, but to make it worse. He has a video of me—" I lowered my voice. "Earning my scholarship."

"What?" Mila's voice lowered with mine as she leaned in. There wasn't a girl on the dance team who didn't know what I was talking about. Coach Ryan Palmer made it clear from the go what was required to make his winning dancing team with a full scholarship. "Where did he get that from?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

"Does he have other videos?" Journey asked.

I shrugged. "If he does, I don't think he intends to use them. He wants to torture me for whatever it is he thinks that I did to Kacie."

"If the team finds out he's threatening you, it will cause a war." Mila's voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes scanning the field for eavesdroppers.

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