“I want to destroy you the way you destroyed me,” I admitted between kisses and he pushed me down onto the bed, pressing me into the sheets as he nudged my thighs apart. Our kiss became more feral as I clawed at him and he crushed me in place beneath him.
“I can taste your hate.” He pulled away, rocking his hips so I could feel him swelling between my thighs. “It’s like hellfire, Cinders, and I want to burn up in it. Cast me into the fucking flames. Don’t you dare hold back.”
I clawed at his shoulders, trying not to lose myself to his furious kisses and the feel of his tempting body moving over mine. I moaned as his hard length rubbed against my clit through my thin panties and I quickly latched onto the plans of revenge I had.
“I want you to pay for the sex tape,” I said breathlessly and he lifted his head, his brow furrowed.
“How?” he asked.
“I want to make one of you. Just you,” I said, looking him dead in the eye.
He dipped his head to kiss me once more. “Deal.”
“At least you can get off this time,” I taunted and he groaned, burying his face in my neck.
“Fuck you. It’s not the same,” he muttered, then slid back off of me and planted his ass near the top of the bed.
He looked so tempting, his hair falling forward into his dark green eyes, his mouth pulled down at the corners. When Blake Bowman was serious, he looked like a Greek god cast in stone. I wanted to capture his pain, bottle it and keep it as mine forever. But mostly so he’d never have to feel it himself again.
I grabbed my cellphone from my bag and moved to his desk, sitting up on it and resting my feet on the chair.
“I’m gonna need some inspiration.” He tilted his head to one side and my heart fluttered at the idea of what he was asking me to do.
I placed my phone down, pulling off the shirt he’d given me to sleep in, baring my breasts to him and sending my hair tumbling around me. “How’s this?”
He groaned, nodding as he leaned back against the headboard and pushed his hand into his boxers.
“It’s not much of a show if you hide the main character,” I teased and he rolled his eyes before shoving his boxers off and revealing his thick length. I almost forgot to pick up my phone and start recording as I watched him take his cock into his grip and slowly start running his hand up and down, squeezing tighter as he reached the base.
I angled my phone at him, pressing record as I bit down on my lip, leaning back against the desk as I drank in the sight of him, wondering if it would really be the worst thing in the world if I spent some time taking pleasure from him before he finished up the show. Bad Tatum. Focus.
“Do you like watching me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gravelly and sending tingles rushing along my skin.
“Yeah,” I admitted, tipping my head back and using my free hand to palm my breasts as he watched. “Are you desperate for me, Blake? Do you wish you’d been nicer to me?”
“Yes,” he breathed as he rubbed himself harder, his thumb sweeping over the head of his dick as he grunted in pleasure. “I should have treated you like the goddess you are, Tatum Rivers. I’d worship you daily. Every part of you.”
I slid my hand lower, my hips bucking as I fought to keep the phone aimed at him while pushing a hand into my panties.
“Take them off,” he demanded. “Show me.”
I didn’t know why I complied, but this was just too hot to ignore. And I didn’t see the harm in having a little fun while I got my revenge. A video like this going viral would be seriously harmful to him and his reputation. Not that I’d send it out unless he sent out my tape. But it was good to be even.
I shifted my ass onto his calculus book and he smirked as I parted my legs and slid my hand between them, my eyes following the movement of his hand up and down his long shaft. He looked close to finishing already and I wasn’t really surprised with the treatment I’d given him the last few days. It got me hot knowing he was so turned on by me and I moaned as my gaze scraped over his hardened abs and his flexing bicep as he pumped his hand along his length.
“God you’re a fucking tease,” he growled. “What I’m gonna do to you when you let me inside you again.”
“Never going to happen, Bowman,” I panted, circling my fingers against my clit as his eyes drilled into my own like he was seeking out my damn soul. I wasn’t sure my words were true, especially as he groaned and my toes scrunched up at the sound. I wanted to make him curse and beg for me first hand. I wanted to have him lost to my body, pounding in and out of me as he fell apart, a slave to my flesh.
I dug my toes into his chair, moaning as I came and Blake swore, coming at the same moment and coating his stomach in ribbons of white.
I turned the camera off, placing my phone down and moving to his nightstand as I caught my breath. I tossed him a box of tissues, smirking as he bashed his head back against the headboard with a huff of frustration. I headed away into the bathroom for a shower, laughing as I swung the door shut behind me. He may have been a broken man, but he was
