Page 36 of Secret Revenge

I tensed as the pleasure crashed over me like waves, submerging my mind and body. He continued to pound into my sensitive center. My body shook as unbridled tore through me and I heard him let out a loud groan. His hands tightened around me as he shot up into me.

We lay there for a moment as we struggled to catch our breath and then he let out a sigh as he slipped out of me before he sat up, running his hand down his face. He gave me a light peck on the lips before zipping up his pants and looking out the window.

I studied him from where I remained lying on the seat, watching him as reality came crashing back and panic filled me.

There was no way he wasn’t suspicious of me after tonight. No way.

His expression was stoic and I tried to catch his eye, but he stared stubbornly out of the window.

Was that all this was? Was he using me for sex before prosecuting me for breaking and entering, or worse?…had Iwantedit to be more than that? Did I actually want my relationship with Travis Ross to mean something?

…relationship?We didn’t have a relationship. Did Iwantus to have a relationship?

So many feelings ran through me as I tried to analyze my reactions, and his. I felt strange and stupid.

I willed him to talk to me, smile like he usually did or speak and reassure me that he had at least fallen for my innocent act, but that didn’t happen. Instead, awkwardness descended upon us and I felt even worse. I was embarrassed. I felt naïve and used.

I sat up as brusquely as I could, and buttoned my shirt back up before dragging my skirt down.

Suddenly it felt too embarrassing to put on my panties in front of him so I grabbed it and my discarded bra and folded them on my lap as I waited for the driver to arrive at my destination.

I wanted to regret this. I wanted to wish I had rejected his offer of a ride. But I couldn’t. And that was what worried me most of all.

He would find out what I’d done. There was no way he wouldn’t investigate further, and then he’d know. Maybe even know that our first one-night stand had been a ruse, that every time we’d been together, I was tricking him so I could ruin him.

Why did I hate that thought so much? Because I’d be prosecuted, of course. Probably imprisoned. Even in the name of journalistic integrity, what I had done was against the law. Or maybe I’d even disappear, like some of his father’s critics had.

Why was thatnotwhat bothered me? What I was feeling now wasn’t survival fear. It was a kind of regret I couldn’t name. Maybe I was not brave enough to name it.

I waited for Travis to say, but nothing came out of his mouth. It was as though he had gotten lodged in his own head and had forgotten that I even existed.

I squeezed my purse and felt for the flash drive. Its contents was the only thing that could make up for the feelings that were running through me. Maybe even my heart could be an acceptable casualty in the pursuit of truth and justice.

How in God’s name did that bastard get my heart?

This would be over soon. I had what I needed. The data was the last step for me, and soon the truth would be out.

The car rolled to a stop and I stared in confusion before realizing that Travis was looking at me. I looked outside to see that we were at the train station that led to my destination.

“You said this was where I should drop you off. Goodnight,” he said.

I raised my brows at him.

Really?!He was definitely onto me. I should have been afraid, but in a strange way I was relieved. This way it would hurt less when he learned the full truth.

I stared at him for longer than I should have, memorizing his face. I knew I should be relieved that instead of making known his suspicions, he had chosen to drop me off without any questions, but I wasn’t. With horror I realized that I wanted to talk it out with him. To talk about what was between us.

Nothing is between us. Nothing ever has been, except deception.

“What is wrong with you?” the words left my mouth before I realized it making my decision for me.

“What do you mean?” He raised his brows at me, his face still a stoic mask that refused to give me any insight into what I was heading into with my questioning.

I hadn’t felt so much turmoil over anyone in such a long time and it was crazy to me that Travis was the reason for it.

“Why are you talking to me like that after what just happened?” I asked, refusing to let it go.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miss Skye. I think you should leave.”