All Chapters of HEATED REVENGE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CARLOS POVOrio's photograph, smeared with red oil.Laughter erupts from my chest before I can stop it. I bend down to examine it closer, letting the sound echo off the basement walls.She's fucking vengeful.All because he pointed a gun at her?THALIA. THALIAPerfect to be mine. Rule beside me. My personal queen and high priestess...Rule?? I can't be serious but maybe I am.My chest pound hard and my cock won't calm down.Her hostility, her vendetta, it makes me ache for her. Makes me want to fuck more attitude and anger into her just to see what she'll do."Both," I finally text back Damien"She lied. No husband." I take several photos of the shrine before leaving evidence of the worship I've inspired, then force myself back upstairs.Every step toward her sleeping form makes me wanton. My body pulses with the urge to wake her up, feast on those hands that decorated me, those legs that walked around plotting,my death and her beautiful cunt, to show her exactly what her dedication

THALIA POV. DreamAll I see is darkness, but I feel his presence surrounding me. His scent fills my lungs.I'm wound so tight I might snap. Desperate for release.My heart pounds at the certainty that he's watching me.If I stay suspended like this much longer, I'll either beg him like he demanded or cry like I did earlier when he made me orgasm for the third time in twenty minutes.Fuck. I swallow hard remembering how he'd touched every sensitive part of me, building waves so fierce I actually cried. It took everything in me not to plead like a sinner at confession.Footsteps.One.I thrash against my restraints, but it's useless.Two.The chains hold me suspended, both wrists stretched separately toward opposite corners of the window in his office.Three.Cold air kisses my exposed skin, making my already aching, bruised nipples tighten into hard points.Tobacco. Predator. Oud. ControlHe stops directly in front of me, overcrowding my senses."Open your mouth." His voice is soft vel

THALIA POV“Goodbye, Thal Thal. Call me to clean up blood next time. I’m tired of just playing with wires.”Zion’s grin is wide and playful.He and Manuel are currently packing away toolkits that look like they belong to a NASA secondary site rather than a residential security firm. For the last two hours, they’ve been gutting my walls and reinforcing necessary digitals, turning my house into a wall that screams paranoia They are the trusted—men I’ve bled with in training pits, people who understand that 'loyal' isn't just a word you put on a resume; it's a blood oath. They are the only ones Vaughn and I trust to wire my sanctuary without leaving a backdoor for Marcus or any of his digital shadows to crawl through.Vaughn sent them, of course. Even from an FBI field office three states away, surrounded by federal bureaucracy and cold coffee, his protective streak remains a mile wide and twice as thick.As the heavy front door clicks shut, that familiar, cold paranoia begins its slow

MONDAY 4PMCARLOS POV"How the fuck did you get in here?"She flinches at my tone.I didn't mean to sound that harsh. In fact, my heart is drumming so hard inside my chest I think I might actually faint.Thalia in my home?Looking like sin wrapped in defiance.She looks fucking magnificent.Better than I've ever seen her.Did she put in extra effort for me?No. Can't be. This is Thalia.But looking at her now brown hair... Did she dye it for me? Staring at her in that burgundy dress that stops mid-thigh, with matching pantyhose and heels that make her legs look endless, she looks ravishing I want to put her face down and thrust into her repeatedly while choking her with that pristine white scarf around her neck until it's not pristine anymore."Good afternoon to you too."Her voice breaks through my mind,steady, unbothered."I drove here."Is there a day where her mouth isn't trouble?"That's not what I fucking meant." My own voice comes out even more harsh I had to gulp. This isn't th

THALIA POV 'Be a good whore and lick it slowly''You’re such a perfect little disaster. My ruin.''We're so perfect together'The echoes of that feverish, mind-shattering dream swirl through my brain like smoke, clashing violently with the reality of his fingers touching my skin.A single touch from him gave such a sickening, sweet sensation. The kind of pain that feels like a promise.My body is a traitor. Beneath the burgundy fabric of my dress, my core is a pulse of liquid heat.I want him to stop being a predator for one second and just be the monster from my sleep.I want him to squeeze my ass.I want him to smack my tits just like in the dream. Want him to fuck me till I can't walk properlyThe disgust in the lustful ways I want my doom to ruin me doesn't even hit me. And I hate myself for it“That was... unprofessional,” I manage to choke out. The words feel flimsy, dissolving in the thick, charged air between us.I wrench myself away from his hold, my skin tingling where his