Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
HARLEY
I crowd Savannah against the bookcase and keep a tight grip on her wrist so she can’t escape. The way her eyes widened when she realized it was me had pleasure skirting down my spine that still hasn’t let up. Her fear is tangible, and I’ve never witnessed something so sweet.
My plan was to scare her. Terrify her. Threaten her.
I didn’t expect to take so much pleasure from doing it.
It might be wrong, so wrong that the old me would think whoever was in my shoes was completely fucked up, but after everything she’s done, I honestly don’t care anymore.
There’s something so goddamn exhilarating about feeling her pulse thump under my fingertips and witnessing the array of emotions crossing her face.
At first, there was shock. Then fear. Then outright terror when she realized this wasn’t an accidental encounter and that I’m here for her, and her alone. It might be messed up, but I can’t help but love the way I make her feel, no matter how wrong it might be.
At this point, I’ll take any satisfaction I can get to sate the burning need inside of me.
But still, it pisses me the fuck off that I want her after everything she’s done. I shouldn’t still look at her and find her mesmerizing. I shouldn’t still want her in all the ways I never got to have her, and I abso-fucking-lutely should not be hard as stone right now just from her proximity.
Growling, I clamp a hand around her neck, squeezing lightly and reveling in her sharp intake of breath.
My heart rate speeds up, matching the beat of hers under my palm, and it makes me hate my own freaking body for its reaction.
Why couldn’t I have stayed detached? What is it about this girl that riles me up so much?
And why in the goddamn fuck is she not fighting me?
She should be shouting for help, kneeing me in the balls, and running the fuck away.
Does she think I’m only playing with her?
Does she think I’ll only scare her a little before leaving her alone again?
She should have known this was coming. She should have been prepared for it…
“Did you really think I’d leave you alone forever?
That I’d just forget everything that you did?
Did you really think I’d just let you live your life in peace after crumbling my family to pieces?
I thought you were smarter than that, gorgeous,” I spit, the anger inside me burning hotter and hotter until it feels like a raging inferno, bubbling up to the point it’s dying to burst free, and yet, for some unknown goddamn reason, the fear is gone from her eyes.
“It’s no wonder we could never find a sweet nickname to suit you,” I sneer.
“All that time, I was thinking you were something good that had come into my life. I thought you were pure. I thought we were…” I trail off and shake my head as memories threaten to assault me and weaken my resolve.
“But all along, you were nothing but a fucking liar. A bitch. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
A demon dressed like an angel. A. Little.
Fucking. Devil. You were never mine, not like I thought you were. Not like I thought you could be.
“But the rose-colored glasses have fallen away, and now I can see you for what you truly are. I might not want you in the way I did, but there’s no denying that you still belong to me, only now, it will be in the form of hate.”
I take a deep breath and step back, putting space between us while still keeping a hold on her, ignoring the way her eyes widen as I give her more breathing room.
“You’ll be mine, and this time, I won’t give you a choice, and I certainly won’t be as nice.
No, now you’re going to be my little devil, my slut, my dirty little fucking whore who will do what I say, when I say.
Starting with you getting on your knees right now and showing me what that lying, filthy, wicked tongue of yours can do. ”
My hold on her eases, and instead of fighting or fleeing like I expected, she drops to her knees instead.
Smart girl, because I definitely would have chased you, and you don’t want to see what would happen if you were caught.
I expected her to tremble, to cry, to do something, anything, other than stare up at me with those wide eyes.
Why the fuck isn’t she fighting?
Maybe she knows she doesn’t have another choice? Or maybe… maybe she enjoys this? It wouldn’t be a complete surprise, given she’s already shown how goddamn twisted she really is.
I have a split second of indecision before waving it away. Nah, I’m not backing out now. I’m doing this, and she’s going to suffer through every second of it.
She fucking deserves this.
I don’t take my eyes off hers as I undo my zip and pull out my cock.
I give myself two rough strokes and watch as Savannah’s eyes widen when they fixate on my dick.
A second of unwarranted regret hits me that these are the circumstances we’re in for the first time being intimate together, but that’s her fault, and her fault alone.
I shouldn’t even care. Our entire time together was a lie, but there’s still a part of me that wishes it wasn’t, and I hate myself for it.
Which is why I’m planning on turning that hate around on her, because if it will relieve me from the maelstrom of emotions I’ve been feeling for the last month, then I’ll take whatever chances I can get.
I reach down with my free hand and gently slide my thumb across her lower lip, the tip brushing against her teeth. She sucks in a breath, and I use that moment to force her mouth open. She doesn’t try to stop me, but her nostrils flare as her eyes narrow on mine.
“Let’s see what you can do, hmm?” I murmur and slide my cock between her lips. She just kneels obediently and lets me do as I please, a heat in her eyes that I’ve never seen before.
Because we’ve never done this before.
We’ve never done anything, because while I was taking things slow, she was using me.
Her mouth feels fucking exquisite around my cock, the tantalizing wet heat of it making me groan.
Surprisingly, she’s careful with her teeth, though she doesn’t move.
No, it looks like my little devil is being stubborn and making me do all the work.
No matter, she’ll soon find out exactly what the consequences of her actions are.
I start slow, rocking into her mouth at a leisurely pace, pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t do something foolish like try to bite my cock off.
How much of our time together was a lie?
Was she playing me from the start?
Did she have a plan all along?
Did I even, at any point in time, talk to the real Savannah Marks?
When did it even start, her betrayal? Was that the reason she responded to my messages? Was it why she gave me her number in the first place? Or was she on that pier for a reason, and I just fell into her trap?
All of the questions swirling inside my brain only fuel my anger.
I grind my jaw and double my efforts, fucking into her mouth with a force that should have me disgusted with myself.
Only, the tears running down her cheeks make me harder, and her wide eyes only make me want to do it even more.
Her gagging sends shockwaves from my cock and up my spine, making me bite my lip in order to stay quiet.
It’s so, so wrong, and yet it’s the best head I’ve ever had.
It’s fucked up, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
Not until I feel my balls tightening and a groan escaping me as I spill down her throat.
I hold still, not wanting to pull out and have her not swallow my cum.
In my opinion, I’m being gracious as fuck letting her have it after everything.
I stay there longer than I need to, only because her panicked eyes have victory singing in my veins.
When I’m satisfied she’s swallowed everything, I take a step back and tuck my dick away. I only spare her a quick glance as she rests her hands on the floor, her entire body trembling as she hunches over and fights to catch her breath.
She looks wrecked.
Completely and utterly ruined.
Broken beyond repair.
Good.
It serves her fucking right after what she put into motion.
And today has proven just how fun it can be to get back at her.
She deserves everything I have to give her and more, and I’m going to delight in every goddamn tear she sheds, every cry and every moan.
I’ll be on her mind every single day, torturing her thoughts while being the star of her nightmares while she’s sleeping.
I’m going to make it so this girl lives and breathes to fear me, if only to pay back a little of the pain she’s given me.
“This is just the beginning, little devil,” I whisper.
Her head lifts, and a small smile on her lips has me freezing for the briefest moment. I shake it off before spinning and walking away, never once looking back.