Page 16 of Sweetest Revenge

Knowing she tried to ruin me made me want her even more somehow. I wanted to fuck her until she was begging me to stop. To pound into that sweet pussy until she was a sobbing mess and apologizing for her brattiness.

The only thing stopping me was the mountain of work waiting for me because I decided to drop two million on Mercer’s daughter.

I had broken my own rules. Don’t bid on any of the women. I was the owner, for fuck’s sake. It was almost embarrassing for me to bid on my own product.

“This is the dining room,” I said and turned back, ignoring her muttered Obviously. “Past there is the kitchen. I’m taking you to your bedroom on the third floor where you can rest.”

“You mean you’re not going to fuck me tonight?” she asked as she trailed behind me. I made no effort to explain any of the first-floor rooms, already too amped up by her presence.

I need to get her upstairs and away from me so I can think.

“Unlike some people, I actually have to work,” I replied as I climbed the stairs, taking the steps two at a time only to reach the top and see Addi taking her sweet ass time.

“At midnight, Warren?” she asked, amusement flashing across her eyes.

“Yes, Addi, at midnight,” I growled before going down a few stairs. I meant to pick her up and carry her to the third floor so I could leave her there. Far away from me.

What I hadn’t expected was for her to place her hand on the bare part of my chest as I reached her and slide her fingers inside my shirt. “Warren… You’re a horrible fucking liar.”

My hand shot out to grab her neck, needing her closer. Rage and lust roared inside me. After fantasizing about her so many times, all I could think about was fucking her over and over again. Making her come so many times that she was delirious and begging for forgiveness.

All the years of pent-up anger and frustrated need for her were eating me alive.

And just as I was about to bring my lips to hers, she placed two fingers between them.

It was the last straw.

Fuck it.

“You want me to fuck you that badly, huh?” I growled and tangled my hand in her hair, walking her backward so she was pressed against the banister. She shrugged the jacket off and gave me a look of defiance that should have angered me but only made me want her more.

I pulled her hair hard enough to expose her neck to me. She let out a cry as I descended on the sensitive area. Biting, licking, and sucking. I wanted her marked. For every second she was here, I wanted her to be reminded of exactly what I was doing to her.

I placed open-mouthed kisses down her throat and on her chest, which was now bared to me. She was already pulling off her lingerie, and I paused at the sight of her breasts. So perfect and just begging for me to taste them.

I cursed under my breath before pulling a nipple into my mouth. Her moan echoed through the house. Her hands tangled in my hair. I picked her leg up to place it around my waist. My cock was throbbing, pushing against my pants and yearning to slip inside her. It would be so easy. All I needed to do was unzip my pants, and I’d be able to slide home. My other hand left her hair to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

When her hips started jerking against me, I cursed internally and thrust against her, angling us so my cock was pushed up against her cunt. She ground on it, creating delicious friction between us.

I pulled away and leaned to whisper in her ear, “What would people think?”

“What are you on about?” she asked breathlessly. I trailed my hand down her stomach, reveling in the way she shook as I got closer and closer to her cunt.

“What would they think?” I asked and made sure to look into her eyes as I slid two fingers through her folds and slowly into her entrance. “About you. A spoiled little brat getting fucked by your father’s business partner for money.”

I pumped my fingers into her. Once. Twice. She was so wet. Sopping. She had been since our time at the auction. She might despise me, but she wanted me too. Her eyes were hooded, her mouth shut, her lips between her teeth as she tried to suppress her moans.

Fucking perfect.

When she didn’t answer, I switched tactics. Instead of pumping into her, I rocked against her while pressing my thumb to her clit.

Her head fell back, and a shaky moan escaped her lips.

Victory.

“Don’t you think it’s fucking appalling?” I asked. “And this isn’t the first time. You practically threw yourself at me when?—”

“How’s your memory, Warren?” she asked. Her eyebrows were pulled together as she forced her eyes to lock with mine. “Are you that old that you don’t remember you were the one who pushed me against the wall?”

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