Page 20 of The Vengeance You Crave
"Fuck you, Luc. I owe you nothing. What I do has nothing to do with you. You made your place in my life very clear five years ago. You don't get to storm back in now and shame me for doing what I need to do."
Her fire makes my cock swell. It always took a lot to rattle her. I think that's one of the reasons we just worked so well. Whenever I'd lose my shit, she'd always been the one to cool me off, to make me see things from a different perspective. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I saw her angry. The worst of those times was the last time I saw her.
Memories of that afternoon still haunt me. But I did the right thing. I couldn't let her poison me with her lies. Even if she had no idea they were lies.
A huge part of me knows that she doesn't really believe it, that she's just putting too much loyalty on those she loves.
What infuriated me back then, and still does now, is that she had the audacity to stand there and make those bullshit claims as if she actually believed it.
What she told me… it was… it was serious.
There's no way… no fucking way…
"What the hell are you doing?" she hisses when I lift my hand once more and gently rub at her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt with the pad of my thumb.
"Did you even look in a mirror before you stepped out in this?" I ask, my eyes locked on my movements as her peak hardens even more with the sensation.
I'm not the only one who's changed since the last time we saw each other. She was a young woman back then. Now she's all woman. The curves she's developed threaten to fucking ruin me. Sadly for her, the only one here who's getting ruined is her.
I've waited years to finally have this out between us and now she's right here.
My prey.
She keeps her lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to speak after her little outburst.
"So I'll assume you did then and you wanted every man in that place to imagine how they look bare. If your nipples are as pink and rosy as they're imagining. I bet they were wondering just how you would sound if they were to—"
Her gasp of shock rips through the air as I pinch down hard on her sensitive peak.
Her eyes narrow in warning but it's impossible to miss how much they darken at my move.
"You like that, P? Is what you were hoping for? For someone to take away that innocence you seem to be trying to convince everyone of with this little act."
Leaning forward, I brush my lips against her ear.
"Is that it? Have you told them all that you're a virgin?"
A growl vibrates up her throat. I'd miss it if I weren't holding her so tight.
"Just another lie to add to all the others you spill because we both know you're anything but a virgin, don't we, P?"
Her chest heaves as she stares at me. Memories of us together, figuring each other's bodies out all those years ago, are almost visible in her gray depths.
"How much do you think they'd pay you for this?" I ask, switching to the other side which is already at a hard point for me.
She shakes her head, still trying to claim her innocence.
"What about a taste, P? How much does that cost?"
"I don't sell my body, Luc." The plea in her voice only makes me want to push her more. And I realize for the first time just how much I want to break her.
Just like she broke me.
Everything changed for me the day her mom dragged her out of Rosewood. My trust was in tatters, my life imploding on me, and everything I thought I knew was in question.
I've trusted no one with the darkest part of me since that day.
I found a vault deep inside and locked it all down because I couldn't risk anyone betraying me like that again.
