Page 84 of His Wicked Revenge

“When did you meet him?”

“In the elevator on my way back up here,” I inform her. “He told me all about you holding a knife to his neck.”

“He got touchy and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” She sighs. “Thankfully, the cameras in the elevator are broken.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I was the one to break them,” she responds casually.

“Why am I not surprised?” I laugh but then stop abruptly when the thought dawns on me. “Wait. Were there any cameras on the streets tonight? What if they caught you killing that guy?”

Veronica pushes herself up on her elbow, giving a cute smirk. “Look at you all caring.”

“I’m serious, Vee.”

“The only smart thing that man did tonight was take me into an alleyway. There were no cameras there. And then, on my walk home, I clung to the shadows just in case,” she explains. “This isn’t my first rodeo, Leo.”

“But it’s the first time you’ve been shaken up like this,” I remind her.

“Yeah. I’m still not sure what that’s about.” She sits up all the way, the covers falling from her body to expose the perfection sculpted by the angels.

Catching me by surprise, her body turns, and she flings a leg over my waist until she is straddling me.

“Veronica.” It’s embarrassing, but I’m immediately hard. A tantalizing grin forms on her face as she rests herself on my cock.

“You’re jealous of Aiden?”

“No. That piece of shit never stood a chance with you.”

“What about Slater? You’re jealous of him?” Her hips begin to rock back and forth. My jaw clenches, and my eyes close for a moment. “I always loved it when you would get jealous. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because it shows that you want no other man touching me.” Another rock of her hips. A moan spills from her mouth as the friction stimulates her, causing my eyes to shoot open. “That you want me all to yourself.”

When I don’t respond, she pouts. It's not a fake one she uses to get her way—a real one.

“You do, don’t you?” she whispers the question. “Want me all to yourself?”

“It’s complicated,” I respond with the truth.

I do want her. I want to be the only one with her, but I’m still angry with her. I want to kill any other man that touches her, but I want to hurt her for betraying me.

“I only want you, Leo,” she confesses. “You didn’t believe me when I told you I came back for you, but it’s the truth. I had time to think about what I did to you. Time to realize how wrong it was to leave you like that. To hurt you like that. I’m sorry, Leo. I truly am.”

She leans forward, placing a kiss on my chest. Chills break out all over my skin, and I take a breath. “Sex isn’t going to fix this.”

“I know.” Another kiss on my chest before she presses one against my jaw. “I plan on showing you how sorry I am every day until you forgive me. I want that life we planned together, and I will spend my whole life proving to you that I’ve changed. That I’m capable of the love you offered me.”

With her on my lap, I sit up until I rest against the headboard. The sincerity in her eyes is unmistakable, but then again, she is a great actor, and because I can’t tell whether I should believe her, questions insert themselves into my mind.

Is a sociopath capable of change?

No.

Can someone who has done so many awful things in her life turn around to become a better person?

No.