Page 47 of Beautiful Revenge

“Huh. Never thought of that before.”

“That’s because you lack all empathy.” She huffs, her arms slapping at her sides. “Now what? We don’t have a car anymore.”

“There’s a spare car at the house I own that’s not too far from here. We’ll just have to walk.”

“What if we encounter anyone on the way?”

I give her a look and she flushes. We both know I’ll have to kill anyone if they see us. Witnesses are never a good thing.

Aria grumbles under her breath as we walk through the woods. Less likely to be seen this way. Her dress keeps getting caught on branches. It rips at one point. She’ll have nothing left of it soon enough.

That’s fine by me. Ever since I saw Aria naked, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. She has a great little body, one I would love to fuck.

She’ll never let me though. But the challenge will be to get her to want me. Nothing will be sweeter than making Aria beg me for my touch. I love a good challenge.

She keeps sneaking glances at me but I keep my head forward. I won’t give her the satisfaction of my attention at this moment. Let her stew it out.

We reach my house after a few hours through the woods. It’s a simple cottage style. More cute than I normally buy but I liked the location so here we are. I knew it would come in handy someday.

“You didn’t tell me your house was hours away from that lake.”

“If you had known, you would have bitched about it the whole time. Come on.”

Aria’s eyes widen when she steps inside. “It’s like something out of a fairytale in here.” The kitchen is quaint and the living room is cozy. A set of stairs lead up to the bedroom.

“I never would have expected you to own a house like this,” she says.

“What can I say? I’m full of mystery.”

She rolls her eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone roll their eyes as well as Aria does. It’s really an art.

“Now what?” she grumbles, going over to the couch and flopping down. “I’m exhausted.”

“It’s getting dark out,” I comment. “It’s still our wedding night.”

I can see the way she tenses even from across the room. “I am not having sex with you.”

“I figured as much. But let me help you out of that dress. It’s filthy now.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Come on,” I say, sitting down beside her. “You didn’t even want to get married in the first place. You can’t actually care about this dress.”

“I don’t,” she snaps, though something in her tone tells me she does care.

“Really.”

“Really.”

“Ok. Then you won’t care if I cut it off you.”

She scrambles to her feet. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I just might.” I spread my legs to take up more space in the small living room. I want Aria to feel my power no matter where we are.

“I can get it off myself.”

“But you don’t have any other clothes.”

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