Page 46 of Cruel Revenge

His other hand slips between us, calloused fingers swirling around my clit with a pressure that sends me crashing over the edge, my legs shaking.

He keeps thrusting, looking down at me like all he wants is to possess me. Own me.

His cock throbs as my inner walls squeeze around him.

When he comes, the thrusts are slow and drawn out as his release fills me.

He pulls out and tucks himself away, a cocky smirk on his face. “So, are you really going to cut off my cock?”

“If we’re sticking to this arrangement, then you’re not fucking around on me.” I slide off the picnic table and gather myclothing, getting dressed before anyone else has the chance to drive up here and see me naked.

Joshua arches one eyebrow. “Is this you telling me what to do?”

“No. I’m telling you whatnotto do.” I tug my shirt over my head before looking around for my other shoe. “If you want this deal to keep going, then you can fuck me, but you’re not going to fuck anyone else. I won’t be humiliated by your family again.”

“Don’t you dare compare me to my brother.” He advances on me as I hop on one foot and pull on my shoe.

I stand tall and glare at him. “Then don’t act like him, and we won’t have a problem.”

He crosses his arms over his broad chest. “If we’re going to set more terms, then I want to know what you’re hiding from me.”

“Nothing.” The lie is bitter on my tongue.

Joshua scoffs and shakes his head. “Fine, keep lying to me. See what’s going to happen to you.”

He spins and walks away, getting in the truck and revving the engine before I fully realize what’s happening.

It’s only when his taillights disappear around the corner that I know I’m going to be in for a long walk.

He’s a dead man when I get home.

Chapter Twelve

JOSHUA

I stayed up all night.

Abandoning Skyla last night seemed like a good idea at the time, but as time went by, restlessness and doubt started setting in.

I brace myself when her car comes flying down the road, pulling up to the curb so fast that she cuts off two cars and nearly sends the vehicle onto the sidewalk.

Skyla steps out of the car to meet me in front of Chelsea Square. “You’re a bastard, and I hope you rot in hell.”

The irritation in her voice has the blood in my body flowing south.

She may annoy the hell out of me sometimes, but it would be lying to say she isn’t sexy as sin when she’s pissed off.

What is wrong with me that I can’t seem to get enough of her?

Even though I didn’t see her last night, I sure heard it when she got home. There was a part of me that had been hoping she was going to storm into my room and fuck out the anger.

Sadly, she left me with nothing but blue balls as I wondered if I should end the marriage for the sake of my sanity.

But the longer I spend time with her, the more I crave her presence.

I must be going insane.

Smirking, I lean against the brick wall, a cigarette between my lips. “Enjoy the walk home last night?”

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