Page 13 of Cruel Revenge

One of her hands wraps around my throat, and I come hard, pumping into her until the energy saps from my body.

I lower her to the ground, waiting until she’s steady before turning and getting a handful of damp paper towels.

“I thought you were going to make me scream your name.” She smirks as she cleans herself up and throws the paper towel into the trash.

I put my cock back in my pants and grab my jacket from the ground. “Another time. This was just an appetizer.”

“Preview of what’s to come if I pretend to be your wife?” She opens the door to the hall and steps out, dodging to the side as a man rushes in.

“Exactly.” I press one hand to the small of her back as we walk down the hallway and straight into my brother.

Logan looks between the two of us, his face turning a shade of red I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. “What the fuck were the two of you doing in there?”

Skyla looks up at me and bats her long eyelashes. “I don’t know. I would think some would call it getting my brains screwed out.”

I bark out a laugh and loop my arm around her waist, glaring at Logan. “Is there a problem here? The last I knew of, you were married to another woman.”

He grinds his teeth, the vein in his forehead bulging. “I don’t know what the hell game the two of you think you’re playing, but you know she’s mine.”

Before I have a chance to react, Skyla is in his face, and she looks like she’s about to go for the throat.

“I don’t belong to anybody. Least of all, you. Now get the fuck out of my way before I bury you where nobody is ever going to find the body.”

Logan stands taller in front of her before I step forward.

As much as he would like to pretend that he has his shit together, he doesn’t. He needs me too much to risk pissing me off, and we both know it.

He wouldn’t be anything without me, and it’s looking like it’s time for a reminder of that.

The second Skyla steps to the side, my fist snaps out, catching him in the jaw and sending him sprawling to the ground.

People start to gather as I loom over him, debating between taking another shot or leaving him there to lick his wounds.

Skyla takes me by the hand, stepping over Logan. “I need another drink.”

Laughing, I follow her over to the bar.

She spins to face me the second we get there, the playful look in her eyes long gone.

It looks like I’m the next one she’s going to gut if she gets a chance.

Logan sure does have a way of putting people in a bad mood, but he does have his uses. Ones that I’m not quite ready to get rid of. Yet.

Where the hell did I fuck up?

She lets out a deep breath before jabbing her finger into my chest. “I don’t need you to stand up for me. I’ve had my meathead brothers doing that shit my entire life. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can. I’ve been looking for a reason to punch him. Next time, I’ll let you get the first shot in, and then I’ll jump in.”

Though she tries not to, the corner of her mouth tips up in a smile. “I’d still rather burn alive at the stake than marry you—pretend marriage or not.”

“That’s fine.” I lean closer to her, fingers skimming her inner thigh. “I’m sure I can change your mind.”

But based on the small sigh she gives me, something dark shining in her eyes, I’m starting to think it might not be as easy to sway Skyla to my side as I thought.

Chapter Four

SKYLA

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