All Chapters of VENGEANCE IN HIS BED: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I wanted her to feel the weight of what I knew and to know that the trash she looked down on now held the keys to her destruction. Only when I see the first tear of pure terror well in her eyes will I stop and stick to my track. I made my way back up to the study, my skin still reeling from the encounter. As I pushed the door open, Mr Vale was walking toward the center of the room from the bathroom, completely naked. He didn't scramble for a towel or show a hint of shame, he just walked with that effortless, predatory grace toward his dressing chair. I turned my back immediately, feigning a sudden interest in the bookshelf, though the image of his powerful, scarred frame was already burned into my mind."Leave the files, Claire," he said, his voice back to its usual cold, clipped tone. "We’ll finish later. I have somewhere to be."“Okay.” I replied, not arguing with him. I hurried downstairs, desperate for the normalcy of Leo’s laughter and maybe a chat with Beatrice. I found the two

The transition from the golden, sun-drenched fields back into the cold marble of the Vale estate felt like a physical blow. The moment we stepped through the heavy oak doors, the laughter that had lingered between Beatrice, Leo, and me was swallowed by the oppressive silence of the foyer."I'll take Leo up for a bath," Beatrice said, her voice dropping an octave as she glanced toward the dark hallway leading to the study. She squeezed my hand one last time, a silent reminder of our conversation on the grass. "Try to get some rest, Claire and don’t try to pry. You look like you’ve been through a war."I watched them disappear up the stairs before turning toward the kitchen. I was parched, my throat feeling like it was coated in the very dust I had been digging through outside. But as I passed the corridor, someone followed.Ethan was standing in the doorway of his study, still dressed in his charcoal suit, his tie loosened just enough to look dangerous rather than relaxed. He didn't sa

He didn't waste time with words as his hands moved to the back of my dress, his fingers finding the zipper and dragging it down with a sharp, mechanical hiss. I felt the fabric loosen, the cool air of the office hitting my spine before he reached around and tugged the gown over my shoulders. It pooled at my feet in a circle of charcoal silk. I stepped out of the fabric, standing before him in nothing but my black lace lingerie and heels.He simply stood there, not touching me yet but his dark eyes roamed over my body with a clinical, predatory intensity. He took in every curve, every flush of my skin, as if he were memorizing a map of territory he finally owned.Without a word, he turned and walked back to his massive armchair. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the leather couch, and unbuckled his belt. I watched, my heart thundering against my ribs, as he let his trousers slide down his legs and stepped out of them. He sat back in the chair, his legs spread, look

The silence of the theater room felt like a physical weight after the door clicked shut behind Ethan. My wrist still throbbed where his fingers had clamped down, creating a kind of friction that had nothing to do with physics and everything to do with the dangerous game we were playing. I felt exposed, not just physically, but as if he had peeled back a layer of my skin and seen the conflict underneath. I had tried to be bold, but the way my body betrayed me under his gaze proved I was still a novice in his world.With a shaky breath, I reached for the remote and clicked off the television, the scandalous lives on the screen disappearing into a black void. I carefully gathered Leo against my shoulder, he was a warm, heavy anchor of innocence in a house full of shadows. I carried him up to the suite, my mind racing with the vulnerability of the last hour until exhaustion finally claimed me.Night was short, a mere blink of darkness before the morning sun began to bleed through the curt

I locked the door to my en suite, the silence of the room finally allowing the adrenaline to crash. My body felt like it didn't belong to me anymore. I stepped into the shower, the cool water a sharp contrast to the fire still humming beneath my skin. My clit felt swollen and sensitive, a pulsing reminder of his ruthlessness. I splashed water over myself, tapping the tender skin lightly, trying to wash away the phantom sensation of his mouth and the weight of his body.Afterwards, I dressed quickly in a pair of gray sweatpants and a cropped, faded t-shirt, anything to feel less like the woman he had just unraveled.When I finally made it downstairs, Beatrice and Leo were almost finished. The dining room felt too bright, the domesticity of the scene mocking the chaos I had just come from."Claire, dear, what kept you upstairs so long?" Beatrice asked, her eyes searching mine as I pulled out a chair."I just... I needed to rest for a bit," I murmured, staring at the empty plate in front