Page 57 of His Wicked Revenge

“Whatever you’re planning to do, just do it.”

“Where’s the fun in getting it over so soon?”

Somehow, his hand had slipped behind my head, where he tangled his fingers into my hair. My head falls back, and his lips meet my jaw. His mouth wanders up my skin, peppering kisses as he moves to my ear. “I’m looking forward to taking things slow.”

My heart is racing, but I try to keep my breathing calm until I hear metal sliding against wood. I go stiff against his body as the knife scrapes against the marble countertop. Our bodies are touching; I know he can feel how hard my heart is beating.

Leo lifts his face from the side of mine, staring down into my eyes. He loosens his hand in my hair, but not enough for me to run from him. I keep my eyes on him even while he raises the knife and traces the spot where his fingers were touching my jaw.

“You love knives.” His gaze drops to the blade as it glides lightly down my face, making its way to my chest. “You told me that they are your favorite weapons.”

“They are.” I keep my voice steady as I speak.

“Is that why you used one on me?” The tip of the blade wanders over my breast and to my stomach. “Using the weapon you love on the person you were supposed to love?”

“Leo—” I gasp at the sudden chill in my stomach. He slid the metal under my shirt, coasting the sharp edge over my body.

“Maybe I want to use it on you.” His eyes slowly rise to mine.

“You want to hurt me with it?” I question, my voice cracking a bit.

He takes a moment to think about it, inspecting my face for the fear he attempts to pull from me. “Only in a way you’ll like.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve used knives to hurt people. To kill people.” He lowers the knife from my stomach, running it over my sleep shorts until he flattens it against my clit. “Have you ever used it for pleasure?”

I wet my lips, not looking away as he supplies more pressure. “Maybe the ways I was using knives were bringing me pleasure.”

He hums, leaning in closer until his lips hover over mine. “Then let’s see if it can bring you pleasure in another way.”

In one swift movement, the knife slices through the thin fabric of my pajama shorts. I gasp, my body flooding with heat as he stares down at me with a beautiful, wicked grin.

CHAPTER 25

Veronica

It’s like watching a dark film slide over his beautiful eyes. The green suddenly matches the color of the leaves on trees at night. It is not a calm night where the moon shines, and stars twinkle brightly.

No. The night sky I’m talking about is covered in storm clouds threatening to unleash something deadly.

“What happened to making my life a living hell?” I’m breathless with my question.

“Who says we can’t have fun along the way?” He presses the cool metal against my clit, making me hiss at the sensation.

I’ve never done this before. The only time a knife has been used around me was when I wielded it. I always had control over its movements and the person I used it on.

It wasn’t ever used for pleasure in the way Leo wants to give me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested, but if Leo plans to make my life a living hell, I won’t make the fun parts easy for him.

Smirking up at him, his eyes shining with lust and a shimmer of happiness from thinking I’m giving in, I stomp my bare foot on his. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing shoes when he barged into my apartment.

He hisses through his teeth at the contact and stumbles back enough for me to slip out of his way. I charge past the island, unsure of where the hell I plan on going.

Darting in the direction of my bedroom, I hear Leo mutter the word “bitch” as I run through the door and go to slam it shut.

A strong hand crashes against the wood, making it impossible to close. I growl, frustrated that I don’t have the muscles to keep him out. I fall back, my ass hitting the ground as he steps in. Leo closes the door behind him and stands there in a predatory stance with the knife dangling from his hand.

“I knew you wouldn’t make this easy.” A dark chuckle leaves him as he puts a foot forward.