Page 11 of Cruel Revenge

He eyes her for a moment before throwing his arm around the pretty brunette at his side and disappearing.

Royce Lynde is not a person I want to get on the wrong side of, and rumor has it that his wife is just as vicious as him if she needs to be.

I don’t think any of them are as ruthless as the woman standing in front of me, though. The woman I’m begging to become my wife.

With her hands planted on her hips, Skyla rolls her eyes before turning back to me with a bright little smile. She holds her hand out, and I take it, letting her tow me deeper into the club.

Fog crawls across the floor from one of the machines stationed near the DJ booth.

Skyla moves us farther from the speakers, off to the corner near the hallway that leads to the washrooms.

She moves closer to me again, twisting and writhing against me.

I bite the line of her jaw, trying not to groan as my cock swells against the curve of her ass. “Where was this version of you when you were with my brother?”

The beat shifts, and she sinks to her heels before raising up, her body rolling against mine slowly, feeling like the worst kind of torture.

There’s a wicked smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she turns around and shrugs. “She was buried deep because I was supposed to be the perfect partner for a man who never valued me.”

“I always knew he was an idiot.” My hands skim up her waist, thumbs brushing against the nipples pebbling through the thin material of her dress.

Pink splotches shine bright against her cheeks when the lights rove over us again.

Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. “You could probably say that. He didn’t like it when I went out with my friends. Thought it was a waste of my time when I could be with him.”

I lean in, one arm banding around her back and pulling her flush against me. “I like this version of you a lot more.”

The lines of where this is nothing more than a business conversation and me desperately wanting to fuck her start to get blurred.

Maybe it’s because it’s been months since I last slept with someone, or maybe it’s the way I know she’s the one person in the world who is never going to get attached that does it for me.

“Take me up on the deal.” I brush my lips over hers before dragging her bottom lip between my teeth.

Her little gasp has me aching to be buried in her.

“How much am I worth to you?”

“Mountains of cocaine.” I sink my hand into the soft tendrils of her hair, letting it flow between my fingers before using it to yank her head back. “Maybe endless orgasms if you’re a good little wife.”

She smirks, hand slipping between us and cupping my cock through my slacks.

Skyla squeezes tight.

Lust shines in her eyes as she looks up at me.

She’s playing right into the palm of my hand, and it looks like she’s aware of what’s happening here.

Hell, it looks like she’s as turned on by it as I am.

I press harder against her hand. “Pretend to be my wife. A few months at most. I just need Grady off my back without fucking up my deal.”

“And when the deal ends, does my family still get cocaine?” She squeezes me again before letting go, her hips swaying to the music again as she pushes onto her toes.

With an impish grin, she dips her head to my neck, flicking her tongue over my racing pulse.

Screw this conversation.

Taking her hand, I drag her through the crowd and to the washrooms. I cut past the people waiting, tugging Skyla in behind me and slamming the door shut.

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