Page 48 of His Wicked Revenge

I strengthen my grip, pulling her hair so her head falls back and her eyes stare at the ceiling. I examine her features—her perfect nose, the faint freckles hidden behind the makeup. I trail my gaze down her skin, watching that spot in her neck pulsing frantically.

Leaning forward, I flatten my tongue at the base of her neck, leaving a hot trail up her throat and over her chin until my lips hover over hers. “I’ve always loved hearing you beg.”

“Touch me, Leo… please,” she whines.

I back away from her and see that she’s spread her legs for me. Inviting me to the place she needs me the most.

“You want me to touch you?” I ask, dropping my other hand between her legs. With the handle of the wine opener, I press it against her clit, causing her to inhale a sharp breath.

I don’t leave it there for long. The opener traces her body, causing her to shiver under its touch. I flip it around when it reaches her chest and press the sharp tip under her chin.

“What the fuck?” she gasps.

“We don’t always get what we want, Veronica.” The switch from her nickname to her actual name causes that lust to leave her eyes. A hint of fear takes over.

“Leo—”

“It’s your wine opener.” I grin down at her, adding a little more pressure. “Poetic, isn’t it? Seeing as you held a letter opener to my neck once.”

“What are you going to do?” Her eyes dance between mine. “Stab me with my fucking wine opener?”

“I thought about it.”

She laughs in my face. “You don’t have it in you.”

My smile drops. “I thought we talked about how you shouldn’t doubt me.”

I’m not going to stab her. Doing this was to scare her, but is she right? Should we be doubting my ability to harm someone?

I drop my hand, releasing her head, making her stumble backward. I stand, step around her, and head for the door.

“I told you.” Her words stop me. “You may hate me, but you don’t have an evil bone in your body.”

I don’t look back at her. I stay in her doorway for a second longer before returning to my apartment.

You don’t have an evil bone in your body, she said.

Oh, how wrong she is.

CHAPTER 22

Veronica

“Are you sure?” I ask Chloe as we walk down the sidewalk towards a boutique.

“Yes!” she beams. “You’ve become one of my best friends. It would be rude not to have you in the wedding.”

I pick at the skin on my fingers while we approach the open door to the store. Since Chloe asked me yesterday, my nerves have been eating away.

It was a good distraction from what happened between Leo and me last week. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how demanding he was or how those words he spoke seeped deep into my skin like a tattoo.

They are engraved in my body, and I’ve been replaying them like lyrics that get annoyingly stuck in your head. The dominance in his voice and his demeanor was something I hadn’t seen before. Sure, he let out his dark side while we were sneaking around in the asylum, but this was a new level.

I don’t want to admit it to myself because I want to believe he isn’t capable of the revenge he wants to seek, but the darkness in his eyes has me on edge. He held a fucking wine opener to my throat, for Satan’s sake!

There was a glimmer in his green eyes, which had grown a shade darker. For a moment, I thought he might dig the sharp metal into my skin. I think that calling him out made him remove the opener from my neck.

The sweet Leo I remember from our time together is somewhere in there. I just need to bring him back and remind him how good we can be together, even after everything we have been through.