Page 6 of Vow of Revenge
The idea of ramming into her highly strung pussy had popped into my mind, but she was childish and immature, not one of my better choices. I mentally added her to my ‘needs to learn a lesson list’ the minute she rolled her golden eyes.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I’m here for Syrah, not to fuck your cocky mate.” Her arms folded tightly across her chest, unintentionally squeezing her tits upwards.
“Sit down, Freya. Chill out. Let’s drink and get to know one another.” Brett spoke calmly, but my hand twitched, ready to spank her ass for being so insolent.
“Tequila is best served from the freezer and sipped slowly, but tonight we do it the fun way.” Brett began. I knew where this was leading, and I couldn’t wait to watch the uptight little mouse react. “We have to lick the salt, down the shot and suck the lime.”
“Wow, original!” Freya puffed a blast of air upwards so the glossy lock covering her cheek moved.
“You have to lick the salt from one of us, Freya, and suck the lime from the same persons mouth.”
Her jaw snapped shut and after a second she said, “I’ll do it with Syrah.”
“By all means, I would love to watch that.” Brett raised his glass in the air.
“You need to relax. It’s just a bit of fun. You can do it with Kaleb, to break down the twenty-foot ice wall you’ve erected.” Syrah cocked her head in a challenge, giving the devil permission to touch her friend.
Freya sat, her knees pressed together and her hands rested on her thighs like she was thinking about the consequences.
I broadened my footing, slowly dragging my fingers through the longer strands of hair on top of my head, fixing it in place. I can play this little game. I’m a legend at seduction.
Then I saw it, her side eye glimpse and the quick rise of her chest when I scraped my nails over the scruff on my jaw.
It was time to push Freya’s limits and cross over her boundaries. She won’t stand a fucking chance.
The night was going from bad to worse. I needed to leave, go home, wrap myself in a blanket and hide. Kaleb’s piercing blue eyes hadn’t left me for a second. I would’ve found it disconcerting if he wasn’t so striking. I sensed the sweep of his gaze and wondered what he was thinking when he drew in his lower lip with a sexy smirk.
I’m not a groupie like his obedient waitress. I have a backbone and better taste in guys. If they think I’ll wilt because of a silly game, then I’ll show them.
“Fine.” I lifted my shoulders in a slight shrug, feigning detachment.
The Tequila arrived, along with a bowl of salt and a plate of freshly cut lime wedges. “That’ll be all, Bethany.” Kaleb reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out a stash of notes and slid a few into her cleavage. The smug bastard knew exactly how she’d react. I felt sorry for her. It was obvious he was just being an asshole, especially when he pinned me with a dark stare as his fingernail traced the curve of her breasts. I was trapped under his gaze, rooted to the spot as he watched me. Quirking my brow, I folded my arms, pretending that I wasn’t bothered.
The bouncy waitress floated away. Kaleb grabbed the liquor bottle and poured each shot glass full to the brim. “I’ll go first.” With three strides, he stalked in my direction.
Large hands grabbed my wrists, effortlessly yanking me to my feet. Without warning, or time to process, his warm tongue traced my clavicle. My heart skipped several beats and I gasped.
I liked it.
By the flare of his pupils, he knew it.
He took a moment to examine me at the exact same time as tingles raced over my scalp. Each little shiver felt like shocks of electricity blazing under my skin, commanded by his taunting smirk. The suggestion in his touch promised heaven, but I sensed his intentions were contrived, created in hell.
I internally cursed myself for finding him so damn attractive. His expression was blank, until it teased with a slight curve to his mouth, giving away subtle amusement. “I have to make sure you’re nice and wet — so the salt will stick.”
Angling his torso away from me, he reached down and lifted the bowl, pinching the fine grains between his finger and thumb. My head was screaming danger, but I was curious. I wanted to taste him. He sprinkled salt over his moist mark. Who knew if it clung to my skin? I didn’t care. All I wanted was his mouth on mine. The glint in his eyes lit up under flickering strobes, and he sucked the pad of his thumb slowly. “You taste pretty fucking amazing.” He shoved a lime wedge between my parted lips, the dimpled skin pressed against my tongue. “Are you ready, little mouse?” His lips were so close that I could feel his breath land lightly.
Little mouse? What the hell? Does this guy really think I’m a timid little mouse, something he can toy with until my weak heart gives out.I rolled my eyes again.
“Better watch to make sure those eyes don’t roll out of your head, little mouse. How will you watch me spank your ass?”
Before I could process his out of nowhere comment, his tongue freed the salt from my collar bone in one slow drag. With his hot gaze on my mouth, the clear liquid vanished down his throat. The black dot of his pupils expanded until it swallowed the glacier blue, making them dark and alarming. My breathing became quick sharp bursts. I waited. Silently begging for his mouth. There was a second of hesitation, or cruel teasing, and then without fulfilling his role in the stupid game, Kaleb’s mouth retreated. His intense inspection flicked up to the lights, and his hand trailed though the thick black hair on top of his head. An inky lock fell forward, hooking his brow. There was no questioning how sexy this guy was, effortless and haunting.
I quickly plucked the lime from my lips. “Chicken shit.” My left eyebrow lifted provoking a response. If I was honest with myself, I was dying to kiss him. Returning the lime to my teeth, I stood there, secretly hoping he would give me exactly what I needed – those tempting lips.
My taunt had poked the devil with his own trident, manifesting a fire that had the ability to extinguish my life. In a blur his teeth nibbled the lime flesh, sucking the juices as puffs of his breath sizzled on my skin. The music faded. Only Kaleb and I existed in this game, everyone else remained on the outside of this new world we created. My jaw slackened, releasing the lime into his possession. He let it drop to the floor and his silky soft lips crashed onto mine in a vicious kiss. A sensation of urgency brought his hands to my hair, threading the lengths and fisting the roots. I tasted his iniquitous soul and drowned in my own submission.
The smell of liquor and menthol swirled on my tongue. Heavy bassy beats pulsed in my skull. Rays of light scanned the crowd below, lighting the upper tier like the moon. My lips clung his, enjoying his delicious torture and hoping it wouldn’t end anytime soon.
