Page 82 of The Revenge You Seek

"What was that, Princess? I can't quite hear you."

I slip my hand away, confident that she's not going to scream.

"Fuck you."

"Now we're talking."

Placing my hand between her shoulder blades, I force her to bend back over.

She goes without any argument and it tells me everything I need to know.

This is exactly what she wanted. Part of me wonders if I should refuse to give it to her. But now I'm here and she's pressed up against me, there's no way I could walk away without getting a taste.

Pushing her skirt up around her waist, I expose her bare ass and black thong.

My palm twitches to redden her cheek once more but I know the slap will ring out too loudly in the silent space around us forcing me to resist the urge.

Instead, I hook my finger under the lace of her panties and sweep it through her folds. She's fucking soaked.

"Have you been sitting here waiting for me, Princess?" I damn near growl.

"No," she argues, but we both know she's lying through her teeth.

"Liar. Your body tells me otherwise. Were you sitting there with them while imagining having my cock inside you?"

She thrashes her head back and forth in her denial as I plunge two fingers deep inside her.

She cries out and I fold over her, covering her mouth once again.

"You want this, Princess? Then you're going to need to be a good little whore for me, you got that?" I graze her G-spot as I talk ensuring that she's no choice but to do as I say.

"Kane," she whimpers and fuck if I don't nearly come on the spot at the desperation in her tone.

"You want my cock, Princess?"

Liquid gushes over my hand at my question giving me all the answers I need.

Dropping my free hand to my waist, I unsnap my belt and rip open my fly, freeing my aching cock.

"Oh God," she moans, her muscles beginning to tighten around my digits.

"I don't fucking think so," I grunt, ripping my fingers from inside her. "If you come—and I meanif—then it's around my cock. Have you got that?"

"Yes," she whimpers.

"Good. Little. Whore." On the final word, I surge forward, filling her to the hilt and forcing her to fall forward.

I catch her around the waist before she flies headfirst into the bookshelf in front of her

"Fuck," I whisper as her heat engulfs me and her muscles ripple around my length.

When I finally got home after the fall out from our first night together, I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me because there's no way this beautiful little liar was that good.

But then I sunk into her again on Friday night and I knew… it wasn't my imagination at all.

And that's how I know I'm totally fucking fucked when it comes to Scarlett Hunter.

Something tells me that I could seek revenge from her for the rest of my life and it would never be enough.