Page 91 of Angelic Vengeance

If only I could focus on anything instead of the woman in front of me. From the couch, I watched Maria dancing and laughing with her friends. Latin-American music was now playing, and I had to watch her movetorturously slowto the exotic beat in those jeans of hers.

Although I was sure it wasn’t her intention, she always showed just enough to leavemymind wondering. For amoment, I imagined what I knew I’d find underneath her baggy clothes. A rush of heat ran to my groin.

While others wore dresses, suits or party outfits, she wore jeans and a T-shirt, both too large for her. It was still objectively appropriate for the occasion – a different style, leaning towards streetwear – but to me, she might as well have worn nothing but lingerie.Anything she wore became obscene in my mind.

And those goddamn jeans… I couldn’t wait for her to beg me to rip them off.

She was continuously disrespecting me, yet all I could think of was wanting to bend her over my lap and spank her for the inconvenience she caused me by lookingso insanelygood.

I was still not over the fact that she was genuinely clueless about this situation, and all I wanted was to fuck her into remembering me.

I tried to back off.

I tried to give her space.

But when she walked past where I was sitting on the couch –way closer than she needed to– I couldn’t resist. She was teasing me; had been since the very beginning. And she enjoyed the hunt just as much as I did, even though she wouldn’t admit it to me or herself. We had been in a game of cat-and-mouse for some time now, and I was growing bored of playing with my prey.

Because I wanted to teach her a lesson – and because I’m an asshole – I moved my leg in front of hers. As expected, she lost her balance and began falling.

But I wouldn’t let her hit the ground.

I caught her.

Then pulled her on my lap.

Her long brown hair drooped over her shoulders like silk, slightly covering her face as she looked down at my chest. Her hands clang to my biceps and her long, sharp nails dug into my skin through the fabric of my suit. The stings morphed into dark pleasure, flooding through my veins and down my body.

Despite her baggy top, I could feel her soft tits pressed against my chest, and her hard nipples as they poked through her bra and shirt. My hands had settled on her waist as she straddled my hips, her thighs on each side of me on the couch. Her center was flush against my groin, and her body fit so perfectly against mine, it made my mind buzz with electricity.

Slowly, Maria lifted her gaze to mine. Glossy lips parted and hypnotizing green eyes narrowed on me.

“Did you just…Trip me?”

“Catching you makes up for it.”

Fire ignited in her eyes – the fire I desperately waited to see every time she looked at me.

I was a hypocrite. I liked how she never gave anybody her attention. But when she looked at me likeIwas just anybody… My own fire erupted into flames and I suddenly hated her indifference.

I would be the first to break her heart of ice, just so I could seep through the cracks and sink so deep inside her she would never feel anything but me ever again.

Maybe then she’ll feel an ounce of what I’d felt all these years – obsessing over a pair of emerald eyes that belonged to a girl whose face I didn’t even know.

One way or another I would make her feel something.

She looked at me like she genuinely wanted to kill me; I stared back. She squinted her eyes, challenging me; I raised an eyebrow in return. Dark satisfaction expandedin my chest when she didn’t move off me. She could say whatever she wanted, but her body told me everything I needed to know.

We were so close I could count every lash fanning her bewitching eyes. Then our breathing synced.

And I swear the harshness in her eyes softened for just a moment.

Blood spread down my body. My dick pressed against my zipper and that was finally enough to scare her.

When she feltme, her eyes went wide and she jumped off me. Falling backward, she landed on her ass, between my legs. Her gaze slid up to the erection pressing against my pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs further and readjusting my position.

Her gaze shot up to my face. Then she tsked at me again and kicked my leg before getting up. Still, I didn’t miss the soft pink that coated her cheeks.

I watched her walk away again.

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