Page 31 of Secret Revenge

Despite how salty she sounded, I felt extremely relieved to hear that. The realization that I felt that relief struck me like a lightning bolt.

I really like Emily. I’d known it before in theory, but this conversation made it real somehow.

“Your turn,” Emily said, nodding toward the music and lights. “Who is she?” Her voice still sounded angry, but it was softer than it had been moments before.

I turned towards the reception, gathering my thoughts. “Barbara…” I muttered. “We were engaged to be married several years ago, but things didn’t work out, and I never got to take the ring from her. She was only returning the ring to me after all these years. There’s nothing there. It was more of a parting gift than anything, really.”

Emily sat silently, her gaze drifting off to a distant point as if lost in thought. I appreciated the quiet, a respite from our earliertension. Then, almost hesitantly, she asked, “Do you still love her?”

I looked at her and saw how upset she was.Did I still love Barbara?I thought about her question and found myself feeling terrified by what I found.

“No,” And I meant it.

A new woman had taken over my heart.

15

EMILY

Got to get him out of my mind.

I had been saying the same thing the entire week, yet nothing changed. Thoughts of Travis assaulted me at every turn, and no matter how hard I tried, I ended up seeing him in everything I did.

It was the biggest inconvenience to feel horny all the time, but that was what Travis had done to me. Sex with him was so good that everything I saw reminded me of his full length buried inside me. The blinding sensation, the hot pain followed by sweet release, the total submission to his strength and skill. He’d completely messed with my mind, and I had no defense against him.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and pushed into the narrow corridor. I kicked the door shut behind me and slumped onto the couch, exhausted after a day spent interviewing all three Ross brothers. I’d tried to act like I had no personal relationship with Travis, but could only imagine how idiotic I looked to Brendan and Jackson as I bumbled through the questions.

As if I didn’t have enough work on my hands trying to get through the interview, my eyes were drawn towards Travis’s crotch, where I saw the full length of his erect shaft bulging against his pants. I had glanced at his face with horror and saw that he was just as uncomfortable with the situation.

The sight had thrown me so out of sync, I had ended up coughing violently to cover up my stutter. Brendan and Jackson leaned toward me, asking if I was alright, while Travis took the opportunity to bolt out of the room. Remembering that scene again led me to some wild thoughts I had spent all week running from.

Sadly, I couldn’t run any further. I took off my clothes as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water felt nice as it splashed down my head and flowed over the rest of my body. I never spent much time in the shower anymore, for fear of what I would do if I thought about Travis.

Now I was past caring. I relaxed and allowed the thoughts to carry me along, taking me to a place I had spent too long running from. The images were sweet, the memories beautiful. Everything he did, he did for me. Everything he gave me, he gave me because I needed it. He understood what I wanted without my asking.

That was not something to run away from. No, that was something to embrace. I squeezed my breasts, twirling the nipples just how he liked to do. He always paid so much attention to both of them, and they loved him for it. They loved the callused feel of his strong hands. Powerful, yet tender.

His touch was like magic. I rubbed my hand against my throat. My soft, small hand felt like a joke compared to his massive one. The way his hands wrapped around my throat made me afraid for my life, and yet, I craved the fear.

I felt warmth pour down my thighs, something different from the cold water pattering my scalp. I reached a hand down tomy thighs and ran it upwards slowly. He enjoyed working his way slowly to my wetness. He loved how he killed me with the anticipation of a good time. He enjoyed his ability to command me and own me. I loved submitting to him.

I placed a shaky palm on my sensitive nub, slipping fingers through my parted nether lips to swim in watery delight. Shivers ran down my leg as I stroked slowly up and down, applying pressure on my clit. Low moans escaped my lips as I imagined Travis’ mouth on my sweetness. The way his face was a ruinous mess of fluids when he went down on me made me lose control.

I braced against the wall, my soft cries mixing with the sound of running water beautifully. “Oh Travis,” I whispered without meaning to, and I felt him riding me. Taking me whichever way suited him and made him happy. I gave myself fully to him and he took me to places I never knew existed.

I exploded in a mirage of lights and beautiful colors, tiny stars lighting up my blank vision. After what seemed like an eternity, my senses returned, and I was alone in the shower once again.

Wow.

For a while, my mind was quiet. I couldn’t process anything more.

I scrubbed and washed as quickly as I could, then ran out of the bathroom before I developed more ideas. I needed to find a way to break Travis out of my mind. I had turned into a slave of my lust for him, and I had no idea how to regain my freedom.

There was only one way. I needed to finish my task at the company before I fell into a hole too deep to climb out of.

I could tell I was close, and I had to work fast.

Just a week into the assignment, I had built friendships with the nerds that worked on the servers. The room was forbidden to all but a few people and was accessible only with a key cardand fingerprint. Fortunately, Travis was not very good with key cards, so he could access the room with just his fingerprint.