Page 58 of His Wicked Revenge

I crawl backward, hitting the edge of my bed. I glance down to where he is standing. He only needs to take a few more steps, and he will stand directly over me.

“Where’s the fun if it’s too easy?” I tease, earning another laugh from him.

His gaze moves from the knife but stares past me. When I think he will close the space between us, he steps to the left and out of sight. Turning my head slightly, I see from the corner of my eye that he has gone to my nightstand.

Inhaling a deep breath, I push off the ground. Once I’m steady on my feet, I make a run for the door, and the moment I reach for the golden handle, a large hand wraps firmly around the back of my neck. I’m yanked backward and immediately slam into him; a grunt leaves me from the harsh impact.

With my body pressed against his, Leo’s lips brush lightly against my temple, and he whispers, “Where do you think you’re going, little angel?”

His voice is low, raspy, and dripping with seduction. It almost makes me want to give up the fight and give in to the temptation.

He walks us backward until we are standing in front of my full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

“Why not just give in when you’re already dripping for me?” He presses something to my clit. It isn’t cool like the metal. When I glance down, I find my vibrator in his hand. It’s not even on, and I’m sensitive to its touch.

Leo positions his foot between my legs, kicking my feet further apart. Sliding the toy through my slit and to my entrance, I suppress the moan that attempts to leave me. He isn’t wrong; my arousal is already coating the head of the vibrator.

“Look at yourself squirming when I’ve barely even started,” he whispers in my ear. Leo’s eyes watch as he moves the vibrator against my clit. Slowly, I follow his gaze as it meets my face. “You always look so pretty when you’re flustered.”

Leo grips my chin between his fingers to keep my head in position with his free hand. To force me to look at myself.

The vibrator moves lower, still turned off, but as it slides between my folds, I let out a desperate whimper.

“And those damn sounds. God, your pretty noises used to haunt me when I slept,” he admits with a rough tone, like he’s angry that I consumed so much of his thoughts. “Do you see how beautiful my little angel is when she is about to give in to the Devil she created?”

I attempt to shake my head in response, but his hold is firm. And he isn’t wrong. My body is flushed. From my cheeks to the rest of the skin covering me, it is pink from being overheated and turned on. My plump lips are parted, allowing shaky breaths to leave me.

My eyes are glossed over with lust and desire for him to do whatever he wants to me.

Lowering his head beside mine, he speaks his demand, “Get on your knees.”

I don’t move. I stay standing there even though he released his hold on my hair. He stares at me in the reflection, those beautiful eyes shooting daggers at me, impatiently waiting for me to listen to his command.

I don’t give in, of course.

A frustrated breath leaves him, and that hand that was once in my hair now rests on my shoulder. He shoves me to the floor, where I land on my knees with a loud thud. Pain shoots up my legs, but I don’t wince. I keep my eyes trained on his as he looks at me with a feral gaze.

He kneels behind me, still towering over me. With the toy in his hand, he slides it between my legs. “Lower yourself.”

My teeth meet, pressing firmly together. My brain is telling me to disobey, but the ache between my thighs is telling me to give in.

And I give in.

I spread my legs until my clit meets the head of the vibrator. Leo hums in approval, sending pride through my body because he is happy that I listened.

A second goes by before a buzzing sound fills the room. It’s on the slowest setting, but with my sensitivity, it would probably be enough to make me come.

I drop my jaw, allowing a soft moan to brush past my lips. I find Leo’s face in the mirror, but he isn’t staring at my face. He is staring at the spot where the vibrator is supplying me with pleasure.

When he does raise his gaze to mine, it’s heated. A fire burning brightly took away any green left in his iris.

“Watch yourself, Vee,” he orders, and I meet my own stare in the reflection. “Watch yourself surrender to me.”

At his movement, I slide my eyes to watch what he is doing. Leo reaches behind him, grabs the knife from the bed, and brings it to me.

With a free hand, he pinches the fabric of my cotton shirt and pulls it outward. Just like my shorts, he slices down the material with the tip of the knife, just barely brushing against my skin.

The fabric falls from my body, leaving me completely exposed to him—his breath shudders at the sight of me, which makes me smile. Blinking a few times, he comes out of his trance, placing the tip of the knife right between my breasts.