Page 86 of Cruel Revenge

He yanks back out of my reach before shifting and leaning over the couch, grabbing me by the hair and forcing my head back until I’m looking at him.

I love and hate the effect he has on me.

He narrows his eyes. “This isn’t foreplay. You’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on, and then I’m going to decide what it is we do with you.”

“I don’t think your stomach is strong enough to know.” Reaching between us, I cup his hard cock through his jeans, running my thumb over the bulge until he presses deeper into my hand. “And for what it’s worth, this is the best kind of foreplay. You’re so cute when you’re pissed at me.”

“Funny. Too bad we’re not laughing. Now, the truth, Skyla. I want it.”

He keeps holding my head in place with his grip on my hair.

I grin, gripping his cock tighter through his pants, watching fear flash in his eyes.

His other hand hovers close to the gun on his hip, but he doesn’t reach for it, nor does he ease his grip on me.

Part of me wants to provoke him more.

I want to give him a reason to bend me over and spank me until I can’t think or feel anything other than him. The darker part of me is craving the way he takes control.

I want him to snap, to show me the deepest and darkest parts of his own personality that might match mine.

Joshua lets go of me and sits back down on the coffee table, taking out the gun and setting it beside him.

My eyebrows climb up my forehead with a smirk before I nod and stand.

As I lean over him, his breath catches in his throat.

I pull the butterfly knife from my pocket, flicking it open and using the tip to clean beneath my fingernails. “Look, what’s going on in my personal life isn’t something you should worry about. It’s better if you don’t know.”

“I’m not doing this with you.” His gaze flicks between the knife and me. “Stop playing pretend and tell me what the fuck is going on with you, otherwise I’m walking out this door right now and our agreement ends. Completely.”

“Ultimatums are how we’re going to handle this marriage now?” I close the knife and put it back into my pocket. “Because if that’s how you want to do things, then be my guest, but don’t forget that you need me.”

As my chest tightens, I just grin, spin, and stride toward the guest room, not bothering to wait and see if he will follow me as I push open the door.

But I know he will.

He wants to know the truth, a truth I wish would never come to light.

But if he insists, he must understand this is my game now.

If he wants to know everything, then he’s going to learn everything.

Just not right now.

As he’s about to turn into the guest room, I slam the door shut and twist the lock into place.

There’s a satisfying sense of peace that washes over me.

It’s time that he learns that he can’t just demand things from me whenever he feels like it.

I’ll submit in bed, but my life is mine to live, and I worked too hard for my independence to have anyone, even him, dictate when and where anything happens in my life.

A loud booming fills the room as he bashes the door with what I can only assume is his fist. “Skyla!”

“Sorry, I spent all night up, waiting for my husband to come home. I’m going to get some sleep!”

He keeps pounding on the door, but when I’m sure he won’t just tear it down, I flop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling.

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