Page 25 of The Revenge Plan

His fury was so pent up, he looked like he was about to explode at any moment. Somehow, it made me want to anger him more.

“You said I can buy whatever I want and I did,” I said in the most casual tone I could muster.

He marched over to me, closing the space between us to mere inches. I stared directly into his eyes as he towered over me.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a spoiled little bitch?”

“Many, actually.”

He stared me down with fiery eyes. I didn’t fail to notice the way his jaw ticked as the gears in his head shifted. I was sure he was going to reply with a retort, but he crossed his arms and said, “Okay. You got it.”

“Got what?”

“My attention. Isn’t it what you wanted? Isn’t it what this is about? Go to daddy’s store and buy up everything in it, knowing it will probably make headlines and make me look like a fool. That’s what you wanted, right? My attention?”

“Yeah.” Or was it No? “No.” He was so close to me, my awareness of him was scrambling my brain. Images of our earlier erotic encounter kept flashing like a highlight reel in my head. Trying to think of something else was difficult. His hand on my breasts. The way he had made me come apart in his arms. That was all that filled my head, and how much I was still aching for him. Boy was I still aching for him.

Caiden narrowed his eyes and then his lips spread into a little smirk. It was as if he had just read my mind and knew exactly how dirty it was. He stepped even closer until our chests were touching.

“Well, you got my attention,” He said his gaze pinned on my lips. His voice was seductively low. “What are you going to do about it?”

I darted my tongue out to wet my lips and the next thing I knew his head bent down and his tongue was brushing mine. His kiss was as demanding as last time. Just as heady. Just as mind-bending. His hands were all over me all at once. We were both desperate for each other. What we had done in the car had heightened the arousal, not dampen it.

His hands went down to my butt, he held me and thrust me against his erection. Then he used his hold to grind me against him. The dress I had changed into earlier for my shopping excursion, a short summer dress, felt flimsy in his hands. One hand traveled under the collar of the dress and brushed up to my left breast. I could feel my panties dampened with arousal and anticipation of what was to come.

He broke our kiss and we both gasped for air.

“Do you want this,” he said. He meant going all the way.

I nodded.

He lifted me up in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me again as he began walking. Where, I didn’t know until I felt cool glass against my back. I opened my eyes, saw that he had balanced me against the floor-to-ceiling window. He took my lips again as my hands went to his shirt. I frantically made work of the buttons until I could feel his chest against my palm. He groaned when I twisted his nipple. He seemed to like it, so I did it again and he responded by removing my dress. My bra followed. He put me down and removed my panties as I tried to open the zipper of his pants. I was shaking with arousal and I could hardly stand on my two feet, let alone open a zipper. Somehow, I was able to, and I took hold of his cock. It was hot and pulsing in my hands. Pre-cum had pearled on top and it felt like the most natural thing to get on my knees and lick it.

“Hailey,” he rasped.

I took him into my mouth. He held my head as I worked on his cock. His knees bent as he leaned over and slammed his hand on the window. The power I had over him was exhilarating. My other hand went to his balls, and I cupped them, squeezing them a little.

“Hailey.” He sounded almost breathless and his hand, that had been holding my head, tightened its grip. I felt a heady sense of power over him. It was intoxicating. When I felt he was about to come, I increased my speed and, in a swoop, he pulled me back from his cock and lifted me again. His hands went down to my pussy.

“You’re fucking wet,” he said, “did sucking me off get you off?”

I smiled. He gave me another rough and hunger-filled kiss as he stroked my pussy. He groaned when he tasted himself on my tongue and then without warning he plunged into my pussy. I moaned. He stayed like that for a moment, letting me feel his cock inside me.

“How does it feel,” he asked as he kissed my neck.

“Full.” I moved, but his hand held my waist, stilling me. He thrust a little further, crushing me against the window and his body. My nipples brushed against his chest, igniting electric tingles that went from my tits down to my pussy.

“And what else?”

“Please.” He was torturing me and he knew it. I tried to move again, but he held me firm. He nipped my neck, making it harder to think of anything else other than his mouth on my neck, his cock inside me, and his chest against mine.

“Big.”

He chuckled and began moving. He started slowly, thrusting to the hilt and then almost pulling himself out before thrusting again. “Caiden.”

“Open your eyes.”

I did.

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