Page 66 of Cruel Revenge

I keep thrusting until she’s spent, her body slumping against the tiles.

After a moment, she turns around to face me, a small smile curving the corners of her mouth.

I pull her back into the spray with me, fingers working through her hair, detangling it as she reaches for the shampoo.

When I take the bottle from her, she arches an eyebrow but says nothing as I pour some into my palm before working it into a lather.

Though I don’t know what the hell is happening right now, there’s something about it that feels right.

Shit! I’m falling for this woman, and I have no way of holding on.

Skyla’slong skirt flows around her ankles with every step. She reaches up to wipe some sweat from her forehead, the heat of summer already setting in. “Are we going to Central Park?”

I step through the gates and wait for her to follow me. “Yeah, I thought you might play nice for once if we went somewhere you like.”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I always play nice.”

I give her a flat look, pressing a hand to her lower back and guiding her out of the way when someone on a bike comes whipping through.

My protective instincts with her are over the top.

“I couldn’t tell you one moment since we’ve been married when you’ve played nice.”

“I put your dick in my mouth. That was pretty nice of me.” Her elbow nudges into my side before she keeps walking, the sunlight shining down, making the light strands in her hair stand out.

An old lady passing by gives us a dirty look as Skyla bursts out laughing.

It’s the most carefree she’s seemed in days, and she looks even more beautiful.

Rolling my eyes, I stuff my hands in my pockets to resist the urge to pull her back to me and shield her from the men on a bench who are staring at her like she’s a piece of meat.

If they keep staring, though, they’re going to have something else to look at.

She falls into step beside me, her hands loose at her sides. “So, how did you know I like coming here?”

“I called Summer and Jade a couple days ago.”

“Really?” She looks at me like I’m an entirely different person before shaking her head. “I can’t believe you asked my sisters. I’m going to start thinking you like me, husband.”

A little shiver runs through me when she calls me that. It feels right.

“I thought it might be nice to spend one day not trying to kill each other, but if I was wrong, we could go home and practice throwing knives or something.”

She snorts. “To be honest, I don’t think you want to get in a knife-throwing competition with me.”

“I got it. Your father raised you to be deadly from a young age.” I turn and stop in front of her. “That being said, I wouldn’t underestimate what I’m capable of, either.”

Mischief shines in her eyes. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Skyla smirks and reaches up, her hands linking together behind my neck.

My heart starts racing as I step closer to her, not sure what she’s doing, but I want to find out.

Her fingers sink into my hair as she stands on her toes, every inch of her body pressing to mine.

And then pain explodes in my thigh.

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