Page 41 of Vow of Revenge
“Are you done here?” Firm fingers dug into the tense muscle in my bicep.
Lifting my chin high, I plastered on a tight smile. “I’m more than done with you, Kaleb. You can let go of my arm now, I don’t belong to you. Off you go, scurry back to her.”
The pressure on my arm remained. “I’ve no doubt you’ll be able to find another guy to suck off, now that I’m otherwise occupied.” The idea of having another man in my mouth actually repulsed me. He leaned into the side of my face. “All the men in this room want those beautiful red lips too. I claimed them first and you’ll never forget it.”
With him standing so close, I realised he was all I could smell. That musky cologne mixed with his bad boy vibe was knocking me off course, so when his grip fell away, I covered it with my other hand just to keep the sensation alive. “How could I forget it when your taste is right here, on the tip of my tongue.” I taunted, licking my lips.
In one fluid movement, his forefinger hooked under my chin, floating my lips higher. “And I’ll always know that I’ve been in here.” His knee subtly nudged my groin. “And in here.” Intense eyes lingered on my lips, yet he kept a noticeable distance. I inhaled quickly, knowing exactly what I’d done with him. The thrill of our time together whipped up a fire in my belly. My jaw dropped when he released me from his spell and his touch left my skin.
Kaleb turned away and sauntered back to the table, back to her. A stab of jealousy ached my ribs. Even though I tried to get one over on Lynn, in the end, she was with him, not me.
The music grew louder when I spliced through the crowd. My rapid breathing chased the speed of my pulse as it thrummed through me. The bastard was right. I loved sucking him off, and I would never allow myself to forget how it made me feel – how he made me feel. I was inexplicably drawn to him.
Conversations around me competed with the lively string quartet. It was all noise. Raucous fragments of pointless chatter but it helped me to hide from him – from my jumpy reactions and charged heartbeat. I stood amongst the strangers and collected my thoughts. The desire to spy on him was making me feel crazy. The notion to watch his interaction with that woman was eating me up. Stopping still, I glanced back over my shoulder in the direction of his table. Instantly I met his intense stare.
He was watching me.
He knew I was watching him.
I was entranced as he tipped forward, put his palm around Lynn’s throat and kissed her. The entire time he dipped his tongue into her mouth, his eyes were laser focused on me. His filthy gaze never wavered, heating me from the inside as I stood there watching. I hated her. I hated him. I hated myself for shamelessly gawking at them and for wishing it was my lips he clung to. His hand moved to her hair, and he angled her head for a better view of my not so secretive observation. This was a game to him, and I couldn’t let myself play, not when my heart was the price.
I knew it was wrong, but I was frozen from the waist down, lost in those eyes that taunted and teased me. Sucking in a ragged breath, I forced my gaze down, cutting out the sight of his performance. Turning one hundred and eighty degrees, I ploughed through the guests, away from him. It was time to find my sister and let her know about Danny. If Cynthia didn’t need me to stick around, then I was considering leaving early. I already knew Syrah would leave with Brett, so I could take the waiting town car and free myself from this nightmare.
Alcohol made it easier to blend in with the people around me, even though I wanted to go home. It didn’t take long for the business talk to turn into a snooze fest.
Finding his eyes through the crowd both eased and unnerved me. They pinpointed my every move like darts, ready to puncture my heart. Why he kept staring at me was a mystery because Lynn was close to his side with her lips to his stubble, constantly. She was like a male dog pissing on her territory with every step.
By the time I’d finished talking to Cynthia, those intense eyes of his had vanished. The show was over. I wandered aimlessly, hoping for one more opportunity to see him, but he was gone, and so was Lynn. My heart dropped and the evening became dull and uninteresting. The magical lights no longer held warmth, and the ice sculptures were beginning to lose their sharp edges, melting in the heat. The thrill of his presence had me on a high, and without him here, I was bored.
As promised, Cal had a car waiting outside the hotel doors. Secretly, I loved the luxury of my own personal chauffeur, it was a welcomed option, rather than waiting for a taxi in the cold dark evening. All I wanted to do was hide away in bed and forget about the taste of Kaleb De Courcy.
My plan was carried out with seamless perfection, right up to the point when she sucked me off with those plump red lips of hers. Much to my relief, Freya had never given a blow job before, so she didn’t realise how much it blew my fucking doors off. It was a blessing that she didn’t have any preconceived expectations of timescales either, as my rather quick release came as a surprise to me, if not to her. The same sparks ignited in my belly as the night we hooked up. I thought it was the drug high that made me so crazy for her back then, but I barely contained myself long enough to let her deep throat my dick.
I couldn’t recall a time when I enjoyed the feeling of a woman’s mouth to that extent – if ever. No doubt Freya’s intentions were to bring me to my knees, and in that moment, she nearly succeeded. However, an unsettling feeling brewed in my gut, daring me to think she was different, or that I wasn’t the hateful man I’d become. I’m constantly battling with myself whenever she’s near me. It’s draining, unclear, and worst of all, deceitful.
Every time she looks up at me, it’s like a vortex of the unknown luring me in. It feels like she could see right into my soul and whisper promises of breaking the tight chains slowly killing my spirit. In a twist of fate, Freya had turned into an easy distraction from my resolute vow. The aim was to make her want me, but I never expected to desire her in return. She was quickly becoming my new priceless obsession.
Years of training had taught me how to shirk off the advances of preying females. It was my craft, and I prided myself on the end game. I could thankfully say that I’ve never loved a woman and never would, not even her.
At least she had taken the bait with Lynn. I mentally patted myself on the back when Freya strolled across the room with a swing of mischief to her hips and hidden thunder in her golden eyes. I didn’t expect her to join our table and announce how she just dropped to her knees for me. Yeah, she did it better than all the women I’d had to date, combined. What a pleasant surprise her little show was. The joke was on her though, because I didn’t give two fucks about Lynn, or her. I knew all about their history after a secret source at Glimmer gave me the intel. The desired reaction to my date for the evening was a success. Now I knew Freya wanted something she could never have – me.
Hair tickled my shoulder. “That was amazing.”
I pushed Lynn’s leg off my groin and leapt out of bed.
“Can I see you later?” Her city girl twang grated on my last nerve.
“What for?” I looked back over my shoulder while stepping into my trousers.
Her ruffled hair mapped her bare chest, perky tits wobbled as she scrambled across the mattress. “We can go out for dinner again, and I’ll do that thing you like…”
Here we go. Grovelling was such a turnoff, never mind the annoying noises she made when I fucked her. They were more like a heifer in labour than my little mouse’s sweet harmonious moans.
Ugh! Fucking woman. Get out of my head, Freya Beaumont.
Brett had bailed on the Gala with his new fancy piece, Syrah. Strangely, he treated her differently than the rest of the women who threw themselves at his feet. He doesn’t talk about her the same way either. It’s like she sparks his heart and makes him feel. The guy even suggested taking her up north of Ireland to meet his parents, my aunt and uncle. My only hope is that he doesn’t fall foul to her inevitable cruel intentions. At least he hadn’t fallen for Tilly’s mother. She had been a one-night stand with a shackle attached. It wasn’t fair to think of the pretty and inquisitive Tilly as a bad outcome – she was our little bit of hope.
As I mingled with the guests earlier, Lynn constantly clawed at my arm like she was trying to stop me from straying too far. She was so irritating and clingy.
