Page 22 of The Vengeance You Crave

Almost.

"Oh shit. Luc. No," she cries, sagging against the side of my car as I rip my fingers from inside her.

Her chest heaves, her nipples still glistening from my attention. Her eyes are blown and I know if I could see better her cheeks and chest would be bright red with her almost-release.

Lifting my hand, I make the most of her parted lips and push them inside.

"Suck them clean."

Her eyes widen once more in surprise but whatever she sees in mine ensures she does as she's told.

I damn near come in my pants like a fucking schoolboy when her tongue laves at me.

Grinding my teeth, I rip my fingers away again.

"Good girl.” I take a step back and she sags lower, her knees barely holding her up. "I meant what I said, P. No one else touches you." Bending to her height, I look into her eyes so she can see how serious I am. "Even your cunt of a boyfriend." The word is bitter on my tongue but I can't leave it unsaid after seeing them yesterday.

"My b-boy—" She slams her lips shut, probably realizing that I really have been watching her. She swallows nervously.

"Now, get off my car. You're making it look cheap."

Her jaw drops in shock as I wrap my hand around the fabric of her hoodie and pull her away.

She stumbles back away from me, wrapping it around herself to cover up.

It's a damn shame but I'll let it go. For now.

"Luc, wait. Please."

I take two steps toward the driver's door before I realize what she's begging for.

Digging my hand into my pocket, I pull out her cash, along with my wallet.

"This all you care about?" I say, throwing the bills at her.

She wants to look down, to gather them up, but she doesn't. Her eyes remain on mine, begging me to stop.

She can try that all she wants. What she really needs to realize is that this is just the beginning.

Opening my wallet, I stare her straight in the eyes when I ask my next question. "So how much for the fingerbang?"

A garbled cry falls from her lips and I pull a few bills from my wallet. I have no idea how much is in there but I really don't give a fuck.

I throw the money at her before ripping my car door open and dropping into the seat.

I look in the mirror as I pull out of the lot and find her in a pile on the ground with her head in her hands.

My stomach knots. The little boy within me wanting to go and scoop up the girl who was his entire life. To help her put the pieces back together and tell her that everything is going to be okay.

But he's long gone. The man in his place is nowhere near as caring to the person who killed that sweet boy.

7

Peyton

Tears continue to cascade down my cheeks as I make the drive back to Aunt Fee's house. My body trembles as those few moments with Luca play on repeat in my head. Every vicious word taunts me, every barbed insult and insinuation about being a whore hurt more and more every time I hear them. Yet, despite all of that, my skin still burns from where he touched me. My core muscles tighten with the memory of his fingers inside me.

I was so close. So close to just forgetting about my reality for just a few seconds and he took it from me.