Page 56 of Sweetest Revenge

He was like a fucking animal. He would move from savoring me to devouring me, barely giving me enough time to breathe before pulling another orgasm from me.

At some point, I had gripped onto his hair, but I wasn’t sure if it was to pull away from him or to bring him closer.

I was losing myself in the pleasure. Losing myself in him.

That was the whole point.

I was his. All his, and no one could take me away from him.

It was a painful reminder that no matter what type of monster Warren was, I was all too eager to be consumed by him.

By the time he pulled away, I was six orgasms in, and my body was tapping out.

“You got more in you, babygirl,” he muttered, looking up at me. His fingers were gentle as they circled my clit. “One more and I will consider us done here.”

His words were so… loving. They caressed my skin, pulling a final orgasm from me so tenderly I could do nothing but sink into its warmth.

I must have looked a mess. My dress askew, my hair tangled. But Warren looked up at me as if I was the prize he’d rightfully won.

And fuck, did he make me feel like it.

I leaned back into the soft leather of the passenger seat, desperately trying to forget how Warren’s tongue felt between my legs. Not just that, but the way he fucking worshiped me, making me come over and over again—and enjoying it.

Enjoying me in every way. Like no one else ever had.

The rough, passionate, hard fuck was normal… But this? It had my mind whirling. My body was on edge. I didn’t know how much of this I could stand.

And he hadn’t expected anything in return. Just my pleasure and mine alone.

I wish he’d just fuck me already.

If he had a single month with me, I thought he’d try to take advantage of every single moment. But he really was making me suffer in the most bizarre way possible.

Fucking effective, though.

He was breaking down my walls. Making me forget why I was here in the first place. It was intentional. That much I knew. Warren never did anything without purpose.

This had to be part of his carefully constructed plan to get revenge on me for leaking all those rumors about him to the media.

I braced myself as we rounded another corner, Warren slowing down only slightly. My stomach lurched just as my body sank into the warm seat.

I had no more energy to hold on.

“You should have had a driver take us,” I groaned, glancing at him.

The road was dark with only a few lights here and there splashing onto his face. His hands were gripping the wheel, and as uneasy as the road felt, he was driving with an expertise that had heat coursing through me again.

I knew what those hands could do.

My eyes trailed down to his clothed lap. If I looked close enough, evidence of his hard-on was still there.

My mouth watered at the thought of him sitting there, pulsing with need for me.

“He’s too slow,” he said. My eyes shot back up to his face, now clean of any evidence of what we’d done, but it didn’t stop me from remembering it. “If I had, we wouldn't be home until midnight.”

Fuck, I’m a horny mess. I need to get myself together.

“But at least we’d live,” I grumbled back and closed my eyes as we were about to reach another turn.

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