Page 73 of Vow of Revenge
My jacket was stripped off, my dress peeled from my body with strong hands and firm swipes. I stood before him, completely naked, wearing only my black leather boots.
“Tonight, I’m in control,” I said breathlessly, feeling his crystal blue eyes burn all over me.
“You’ve always been in control. Neither of us realised that fact, until now.” Light fingertips traced my jawline.
Anger spiked, my hand shot up and smacked his away. “Don’t fucking touch me unless I let you. Do you understand?”
A flicker of darkness lurked behind his eyes. “Be careful, Freya, if I remember correctly, I owe you a punishment.”
“Oh yeah?” I taunted, my hands trembling with alcohol, adrenaline and lust.
“Get upstairs,” he ordered.
My gaze followed the dark stairs upwards. Turning away from him, I sauntered casually, exposed and tingling. I took each step slowly, hesitating halfway up to look back over my shoulder, meeting his smouldering dark observation. His eyes were sizing me up like a predator.
“What are you waiting for? My hand, to spank your ass?” he growled.
I continued to climb the wooden stairs, turning right, reaching the landing. Before I knew it he was behind me, bounding up the stairs with the stealth of a wild cat.
“That door.” He pointed to the left.
I walked forward, opened the door and entered his lair. His bedroom was lit only by the orange streetlight peeking around the edges of closed curtains. The bed sheets were ruffled from where he lay only moments ago. I spun around and slammed into his chest. “Fuck me. Hurt me. Use me. Punish me. Do whatever it takes to want me.”
His jaw clenched. “I do want you. More than you or I will ever understand. I’ll keep my promise to punish you, but it will be pleasure, not pain that I dish out tonight.”
“Kaleb, I only know hurt. I wish I could believe you,” I muttered under my breath.
“You don’t have to believe it – you just need to feel it.” His lips fell onto mine with tenderness, a slow passionate kiss filled with meaning and promise. I lost myself, my pain, my devastation and my remorse with the sparks of life that his lips gifted me with.
He gently broke away. “Can I touch you?” he said. A teasing finger burned a path down my spine.
“Yes,” I whispered, leaning in as my body reacted to him the same way it always did.
We crashed onto the bed in a rapture of raw emotion and dark desire. His sinful mouth bruised and devoured, not with venom or hate but with hunger and passion. It was fervent and deep, the very solution to slow down my perilous spiral.
Kaleb rose up above me like a hunter readying his kill – my heart his victory. He was a vision of perfection, with shadows darkening his handsome features. Tonight, Kaleb was the key to my survival, but a flicker of something behind his eyes made me think I was his key too.
Savagely butting my hips, I urged him to take me. I felt the intensity of his need match my own. The fast, furious pace of our lips mirrored our exploratory hands. I caressed his powerful body and dragged my fingernails down his back, forcing them into his tight ass cheeks. He growled, reciprocating the act with his teeth, clamping my nipple.
The moment he entered me I moaned with relief, panting hard as he thrust into me with relentless effort. We were one, united in a moment of pure satisfaction.
My eyes rolled in my head, embracing the pleasure he inflicted. I welcomed the feelings of something other than emotional pain. I was lost in his eyes, drowning in a world where he was mine and my sister was alive.
Reaching my release, I shuddered in his arms, burning in the flames of our lust.
“Fuck!” he grunted, rising to the top of our new world and free falling to meet me.
We lay in each other’s arms, listening to our hearts syncing in beats, our skin fused together. He had the power to take away my pain, secure me in his arms and make me feel like there was no place on earth I could exist without him.
“Syrah thought you were good for me,” I muttered into his neck, inhaling his clean salty scent.
“I’m not.”
“That’s my decision to make, Kaleb. Not yours, or anyone else’s for that matter.”
He sighed, tracing my hip with a delicate touch. “She was good for Brett. He’s never brought a woman to Hanley Hall to meet his parents. It was a big deal to him. A first step. He put himself out there for her. Women have a way of breaking men whether they mean to or not.”
“Is that why you walked? To prevent getting hurt?” I shifted my head to find his eyes.
