Page 3 of Sweet Revenge

He pushed me away. “Wait, wait, wait. Slow down, little girl. We haven’t even gotten to my place yet. Don’t want the doors of this thing to open and give some kid a show, do we?”

I grinned. “Whatever you want.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” he said, running a hand through his greased-back black hair, making it stand on end. The elevator slowed to a stop and the steel doors rolled open.

Grabbing my hand, Vince hurried me down the carpeted hallway. Pausing at his door, I shifted from foot to foot while he retrieved his key from his jacket pocket and fumbled with the lock. Finally, the door swung open, and he led me inside the darkened interior of his apartment. The lights of the city at night streamed in through the uncovered windows, throwing the furniture into relief. Without another word, he took me into his arms, his movements confident and sure. The world spun as he twirled me, and I found myself pressed back against the cool surface of the door, his body a firm line against mine. His knee slid between my thighs, a bold move that elicited an involuntary gasp from my lips.

“Is this okay?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Y-yes,” I stammered. But then his tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, and I lost myself to the sensation. I opened to him, inviting him in, and the kiss deepened, igniting fires I didn’t know could burn within me.

“God you’re beautiful,” he said huskily, stepping back and letting his eyes roam over me.

I stared out the window behind him, looking out on the darkened cityscape, refusing to look at him. Traffic streamed over the curving freeways like swarms of fireflies.

“Your body is perfect. Did anyone ever tell you that before?” He was breathing heavily now. “I can’t wait to find out what you’ve got under that dress.”

Placing his hand on my decollete, he began to trace my neckline with his fingertips.

I wanted to pull away. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to get out of the room. But I did none of those things. The golden ring was so close. I could almost feel the metal in my grasp.

His hand moved to my breast and squeezed ever-so-gently. “Do you like that? Tell me you like that.”

My throat went dry. If I was going to do this, then I’d let him get his rocks off and go home to try to forget this ever happened.

I murmured my assent.

Bending his head, he began to kiss my neck, his tongue snaking over my skin.

“You do like this, don’t you, Adriana.” Vince whispered. “I promise to make this worth your while. You may even enjoy this if you relax. I can help you.”

Pulling back, he took my hand in his. “Why are you shaking? Do I make you nervous?” He moved his thumb in small circular movements over my skin. “There. There. This should be fun. It’s a win-win situation, Adriana.”

I pulled my hand out of his grip. But I didn’t move away. My head was spinning.

He reached for it again and continued to rub it gently, silently. The feeling was surprisingly soothing. “Come closer.”

And just like that, I did as he commanded, following orders like a child obeying an adult.

“Closer.”

I move closer still.

“Good girl. Now sit with me.”

He moved to a chair, pulling me onto his lap.

“Breathe. Breathe. There you go. Deep breath in. Now let it out slowly.” He did it with me, our chests rising and falling in rhythm. As we continued to breathe, he steadily worked his fingers along the back of my dress, pulling the zipper down slowly.

All I could think was please just take me. Take me now.

Vince slid the sleeves of my dress down my arms and off, letting it pool around my waist. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at my breasts.

“Fucking hell, you’re sexy!”

I swallowed at the feel of his hard bulge beneath my thigh.

He bent his head, putting his lips on the outside of my lace-covered bra. “I want you so fucking bad.”