Page 108 of The Revenge You Seek

Reaching around her, I pinch her clit hard and she detonates.

Her entire body convulses with her release as she milks my own from me.

"Fuuuuuck," I groan as my cock jerks and my body collapses on top of hers.

I pin her to the bed beneath me as I try to catch my breath.

"Fuck, Princess."

"I guess I should leave now," she says, shocking the shit out of me.

"No fucking chance."

I lift back up, flip her over and straddling her body so she can't hide from me.

Taking my weight on one hand, I wrap my other around her throat. Her muscles ripple as she swallows and I let my gaze drift down her body.

She's covered in bite marks, hickeys, and scratches. A smile curls at my lips knowing that I put them all there. My cock swells for more.

When I get back up to her face, my eyes lock on her swollen lips.

"We're not fucking done yet," I warn before diving for them.

We're not done until she has no choice but to think of me every time she moves, every time she looks at any inch of her body.

I am going to fucking own her.

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Letty

My body aches but it's soon forgotten when Kane’s fingers pinch my clit and I tumble over the edge once again.

For someone who started the night refusing to let me fall, he now seems obsessed with how many times he can make me come.

His cock jerks inside me, once again in a condom. His hand tightens on the tender flesh of my throat and his arm around my waist holds me against his chest, allowing me to feel his heaving breaths.

"Fuck," he pants, pulling out of me and throwing the condom out of the shower.

The water rains down on both of us, washing away the sweat of the past few hours.

When he said he wanted to ruin me, he wasn't fucking joking.

I can barely feel my legs. I've no idea how I'm holding myself up right now, and I really have no clue as to how I'm supposed to walk back to his bed.

I can honestly say that I've never been so totally fucked.

Figuratively and literally, because something tells me that no one else is ever going to be able to give me what he just did.

I'm becoming addicted to every single one of his vicious touches and his brutal words.

I'm like a fucking junkie waiting for their next hit, craving the unknown, a part of me is about to sing with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, what barbed, dirty words he's going to say to me next.

Part of me wonders if I'm allowing this because deep down I know I deserve it.

I’ve kept something huge from him and I deserve his wrath even if he still has no clue about what happened.

Guilt swamps me as the coolness of his shower gel coats my breasts.