Page 33 of Sweetest Revenge

“Then what should I call you? Baby? Darling? Or would you prefer something a bit dirtier? Bitch? Slut? Whore?”

My entire body lit up at the nicknames, but I didn’t know which was worse. I could handle Warren’s anger. His degradation. But kindness? I wouldn’t know what to do with that.

“You bought me,” I said. “I think there’s only one word for that.”

His eyes lit up. One of his hands came to grasp my neck, squeezing it before he used his thumb to brush the underside of my jaw.

“Next question then,” he said. “Why are you in my office in the middle of the night and threatening me, baby?”

Damn it. How did he pick the one I like the least?

The computer display switched off and it filled me with hope. Maybe he hadn’t realized that I had managed to log on.

“Revenge,” I said simply, trying to go with a semi-truth.

“Does revenge mean grinding on my cock?”

To prove his point, he thrust up against me. The flimsy sleep set did nothing to protect me from him. His heat seeped into me, igniting my body in an obscene way.

I was so responsive to him it was embarrassing.

I pressed the letter opener harder against his throat.

“Does that make you feel in control, baby?” he asked.

“I am,” I said with a growl.

His cold face broke to give me a smirk.

“Good. Hold it there while I punish you.”

13

WARREN

Addi looked positively sinful in the sleep set I bought her.

She had freaked out about the price of the dress earlier, so I wondered what her reaction would be if I told her how expensive this one had been.

Pulling all sorts of reactions out of Addi was becoming sort of a hobby of mine. I was in a competition with myself to see which would push her over the edge more.

Her sore spot was money, but apparently so was sweetness.

Brattiness was part of her being and was easily brought out with the simplest commands. But it hadn’t been easy to fluster her.

Until now.

“I think you’re purposely forgetting the contract, baby,” I murmured, noting how her nose crinkled when the pet name left my lips.

It was addictive, getting under her skin.

“I remember it,” she all but spat and pressed the letter opener against my skin harder. But even with her threat, she never pushed the makeshift weapon into me hard enough for it to hurt.

She’s all talk.

But that didn’t stop me from getting unbelievably turned on by her actions.

My hands trailed her body. I cupped her breasts through the shirt, letting my thumb run over her erect nipple. She shivered at my touch, and as much as she wanted to fight me, her body arched into me.

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