Page 7 of Dirty Revenge


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Penelope sits there, calm and sipping her whiskey, but I see the wild in her eyes as she looks into the far window in the darkness.

Being in the country, when night comes, it gets very dark. But in the daytime, you can see the trees and the wild animals that come to hang out. It’s a magnificent sight, and it’s why I chose it. I work in the city, and I need some place to calm down at the end of the day, and this was the perfect place.

I’m a little taken by how perfect Penelope looks in my home. The color pallets of my house are browns, grays, and whites, with some blue and black thrown in.

With her soft strawberry-blonde hair and sweater dress, she looks like she’s meant to live here.

“Penelope,” I whisper. Startled by my voice, she flinches but then turns to me.

“Yeah?” Her voice is perky, and her smile is wide.

“Why are you here, Penelope?” I ask.

Her smile falters, and she grips her glass with two hands.

“I thought that was obvious,” she says.

“It is. But unless you tell me exactly what you want, nothing will happen. I ask that much from you.”

She looks at me. Her eyes search mine for something. I’m serious. I’ll fuck her if that’s what she wants. Whether or not it’s out of revenge. But I want to hear that desire come from her lips.

“We broke up,” she says, taking a long sip of her drink.

“You and Cameron?”

“Yeah. It’s official now. I yelled at him. He tried to excuse his behavior, and I kicked him out in the end.”

He tried to do what?

I haven’t seen Cameron all day, so I haven’t been able to talk to him. I should have called him. Maybe, I would have told him he couldn’t excuse this.

I take a deep breath and ask, “So what now? What do you want, Penelope?”

“I still want you to fuck me,” she says plainly. She places her glass on the table and crawls to me. Her collar hangs low, and I get a peek at her breasts.

White lace covering soft and pale mounds.

She kneels next to me. I can smell her cherry shampoo, and my dick twitches in my pants. She places her hand in her lap and looks up at me with those doe eyes.

Jesus, fuck. I want those eyes looking at me as I ride her hard.

“Um, so if you still want to take my deal? I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’m absolutely sure.”

I place my empty glass on the table and pat my lap.

“Sit,” I say, and Penelope comes over and sits on my lap. Her legs hang over the edge, and we shift a little to get comfortable.

Her ass rubs against my cock, and it starts to harden in my pants. I can already feel drops of pre-cum coating my pants as she wiggles on my lap.

I growl, and Penelope looks at me. Her eyes glaze over with lust. She shivers, and I wrap my arms around her.

“You want my cock, Penelope?”

She bites her lip and nods.

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