Page 51 of Brutal Revenge

For half a second, she was right.

Everything came undone when she climbed onto my bike, like sucking my dick was a chore.

The only thing that’s kept the tension high for the past seven hours is her silent treatment.

What I said about being a sick fuck who gets off on controversy was the truth. Azra’s glares every time our eyes accidentally collided have kept my dick hard all afternoon. Its throbs would only be more enjoyable if her lips were hovering above my crown while she bit back at my scorn with an edginess I’ve never experienced from a woman before.

Too worked up wondering how her plan will play out tonight, I cross the room and catch her reflection in the mirror.

“Your lipstick is a little too perfect.” I roll my tongue between my teeth before covering my niece’s ears with the pink headphones she’s rarely been without this past week. “Maybe we should mess it up?” The vein in Azra’s neck throbs, but it calms down after my next three words. “With my dick.”

Lucia’s disgust is silent, displayed with a screwed-up nose. Valentina’s been in the picture longer than Lucia, so she vocalizes her disdain with words. “Matteo?—”

“It’s fine,” Azra cuts in. “I’m used to handling beasts.” Her head snaps toward me, eyes sharp. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.” She turns up the volume on Camille’s iPad, fully engrossing her in the footage of her dance recital last week, before murmuring, “The cook gave me a toothpick to remove the shredded coconut from my teeth, so your services aren’t required.”

Valentina chokes on her spit, and Lucia slaps her hand over her mouth.

I grin, loving that I forced her to respond.

Desperate for more, I say, “Didn’t hear any complaints when you were gagging on my cock.”

“Have you ever had a pubic hair stuck in your throat? It doesn’t matter how thin and short it is, your throat will spasm.”

After a narrowed glare too quick to give me any satisfaction, she turns back to face Lucia, ending the game before it truly started.

Fine. She wants distance? I can give her that. Especially if it’ll prevent me from whipping out my dick to prove her lies as fraudulent. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve flashed one of my brothers’ bed companions, though it would likely be the first time they killed me for it.

After snatching a pair of slacks and a buttoned-up shirt from the walk-in closet, I leave the room faster than I entered it.

I don’t even get two steps out of my room before I realize how close to death I came.

“Did you really take her to the dumping grounds?”

After schooling my expression, I twist to face Nico, my interrogator. He wouldn’t have killed me for flashing Valentina and Lucia, but he would have tattled. The teachers’ pets always do.

I shouldn’t have bothered trying to play it cool. Nico’s top lip furls as he calls me a dickhead under his breath.

“Guess it’s lucky she sucks dick good, hey?”

I don’t give him time to catch his breath or remember I have no claim to the woman I’m defending. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, I shove him against the wall. The impact isn’t hard enough to hurt him permanently, but enough to make his breath hitch.

My forearm flattens across his collarbone, pinning him in place, and his eyes widen.

“Whoa… hey… what is this?”

“You tell me.” My voice sounds nothing like it usually does. It’s too raw and unhinged—and that’s saying something since I’m a known psychopath. “Have you been watching the surveillance feeds again?”

Nico blinks, confused. Or pretending to be. I can’t tell. My blood pressure is too high for anything to make it through the chaos.

“Answer the fucking question.” I push him harder into the wall. “Did you spy on Azra and me today?”

His mouth opens, then closes.

That hesitation is gasoline on the fire already burning in my chest.

“You did,” I snarl. “You actually fucking watched us.”

“Not during whatever the fuck you think I saw. I’m not you.” His scorn doesn’t scald as effectively as hoped. Usually, a playful tease like that would soothe my anger, not spike it. “I was doing my job.”