Page 44 of Cruel Revenge

I knew better than to agree to the deal, but that darkness drew me in. Still does.

That same darkness that seems to call out to mine.

And that is even worse because he can never know the true me.

He’s dangerous, but not in the same way my family is. We control a few cities. He has power over half the country.

He could kill me without flinching if he really wanted to. And he’d maybe make me enjoy it, too.

I hand him back the blunt. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for us to keep pretending like this. Grady Granville isn’t the kind of man you fuck around with.”

His jaw tightens. “Neither am I.”

“What else do you want?” I pick at the loose thread stemming from one of the rips in my jeans. “You could have anything else you wanted. Hell, marrying Emily wouldn’t even have to mean anything to you. You could be free to carry on doing whatever you liked.”

“I could do that married to you.” He gets up and moves to stand between my legs.

His hands plant on the table on either side of my thighs, the blunt dangling from his lips as he leans in.

“I could fuck whoever I wanted. I could bury your family if I wanted to. I could keep you locked up and chained until you were finally ready to tell me what the fuck else it is you’re hiding from me and why you want Grady nowhere near your family.”

I swallow hard, a warm flush running through my body.

How can he scare me so much and turn me on like this at the same time?

I really am fucked up in the head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and if you even think of going near someone else while we’re pretending to be married, I’ll cut off your cock and choke you with it.”

His hand comes up, curling around my throat as he holds me in place, his gaze searching mine. “You’d get off on that, wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t think you get to know what I get off on.”

He takes the blunt from his mouth and drops it to the ground, smashing it beneath his foot before hauling me into him.

His lips on mine are urgent, his mouth moving as he presses closer to me, his hard cock grinding against me through the thin layers that separate us.

I moan into the kiss, our tongues tangling.

His grip on my throat tightens.

I should be scared, but I’m so turned on right now I can’t even think straight.

My thighs press together on either side of his hips, pinning him in place against me.

Joshua’s other hand cups my hip before slipping beneath my shirt. His calloused fingers ghost over my ribs.

My heart skips a beat as he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down so hard the coppery twang of blood coats the tip of my tongue.

The cocktail of pleasure and pain is intoxicating.

The low noise he makes in the back of his throat has me aching for him.

He kisses his way down my jaw, teeth nipping and tongue flicking as he settles over my pulse, his hand falling away from my throat.

He pulls back long enough to whip my shirt over my head and off into the bushes somewhere. “What was that about cutting off my cock?”

I can’t focus when he’s grinding that impressive cock into me. “Don’t remember.”

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