Page 85 of His Wicked Revenge

Clinically, a sociopath could change if they get the right help—if they seek that help when they realize they want that change in their lives. But Veronica? She has been this way her entire life. She was always content with who she was, so why would she need to change herself?

“You were always capable of love. You just needed to accept that you could be loved,” I tell her, coming out of my thoughts.

“Do you think you’ll be able to forgive me?” Her voice is weary.

My hands find a home on her hips, fingers gently pressing into her flesh.

Can I? Is it possible for me to forget the past and forgive her for a better future?

I could forgive her, but it would take a while. But then, what about the revenge? What about everything she put me through? Do I push it aside and try out this life we originally planned for ourselves? My mind is racing, and my brain is exhausted from tonight's events, weighing me down.

“Maybe.” I watch Veronica’s eyes light up with hope.“It’s late, Veronica. You need to sleep.”

We both need to sleep.

She shakes her head, moving her hips again.

“We can’t.” I hold her in place, stopping her hips from rolling.

“Why not?”

“Because if we do, I’m afraid I won’t be able to tell you no.”

The confession is heavy between us.

The thing is, I wouldn’t tell her no because I didn’t want to sleep with her. God, I desperately want to fuck her again. I had my dick in her for all of two seconds and about crumbled. Besides the plotting in my head, reminiscing on the sex we had has been living rent-free in my mind.

But the thought of being inside of her for longer than those two seconds is what I’m worried about. I told myself I wouldn’t before that night, but it was like her pussy was begging for my cock.

Even though I was stupid and went against my brain telling me no, I held back the other night because I knew that once we had sex, it would be over for me.

It terrifies me that being with her intimately reminds me of being home.

A safe space. Somewhere I want to be all the damn time.

And if I give in right now… if I have sex with her, what does that say about me?

“Then let's be afraid together,” she whispers as her hands meet my wrists, sliding her hands up my arm.

Leaning forward, her lips attach to mine with softness, and right then, my chest deflates with ease—comfort courses through me as I hold her in my arms. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. This woman stabbed me. She left me for dead, and yet all I can think about is being with her.

I don’t think about the revenge I had planned.

I think about her and me.

Together.

Her honesty earlier struck something in me. Seeing her in such a vulnerable state after being attacked, which I’ve never seen before, did something to me.

It pulled at heartstrings tucked away, hiding for this exact reason. I was scared that one day, Veronica’s power over me would come back around. That it would hit me with a force so strong it would knock me down, and I wouldn’t be able to get back up.

And here I am.

Inches from hitting the ground.

Capturing her lips in mine, I show her how much I missed her when I shouldn’t. I pour all my longing and desperation for her into this kiss because if I’m being knocked to the ground, she is coming with me.

My tongue begs for entry into her mouth, which she willingly grants me. The warmth of her mouth cascades into mine. It lights my entire body up. I groan into her, squeezing her hips that have started rocking again.