So I look at the agent and nod stiffly. The Skulls finally release me, and I walk down the gangplank, my legs wooden, my stomach hollow. It doesn’t matter anyway. Maddox already ruined Rae. If he has her for a week or a night, it’s all the same.
He fucked her.
He took her virginity within minutes after I waited an entire fucking year, preserving it even when she was weak and gave in, wanting me to take it. I didn’t believe she was one. If I’d known, I would have fucked her, just once, to take that from Maddox. But I thought he’d already taken it. So what did it matter if I waited a year, made her feel insecure, inadequate, unsexy? She needed to feel bad for what she’d done, and that was her penance. I dreamed of this trip every night, though, dreamed of the moment when I’d make her pay.
But he made her pay instead. He took my plan. He ruined it, ruined her. Everything I wanted, that I worked for and waited for all this time, gone in an instant. He took it like he takes everything, like he’s always taken what he wanted, without a second thought. He didn’t work for it. He didn’t earn it.
And yet, he’s the one who planted his cum in her virgin cunt while she shook and sobbed.
That was supposed to be my reward.
Her fear. Her escape. The chase. The tears. The claiming. The pain.
Those were mine to take.
Not his.
I should have killed them both that night on the couch, when I thought she fucked him.
I wish she had. I wish I never had to know that all that time, I could have fucked her first, but I didn’t because I was punishing her for something she hadn’t even done.
I barely hold myself back from punching the stewardess when she asks if she can help me find my seat. I don’t need fucking help. I need to turn back time, to take it all first.
I stomp along the aisle, looking at the numbers along the overhead bins. They’re already closed for the flight. I’m the last one to board.
Maybe it won’t be so bad to have this week to myself. I’ll spend every minute of every hour plotting my revenge. They won’t just pay with their bodies. They’ll pay with their lives.
I find my seat and stop short, staring in disbelief. My heart starts hammering irregularly, and I can’t get a breath for a second. Then the girl in the window seat looks up, her long hair falling to her elbows, perfect hair for grabbing when it streams out behind during a chase.
“Lennox?” she asks, her eyes widening. “Why areyouhere?”
A flicker of fear crosses her gaze, and my cock twitches in my pants.
My lips twist into a cold smile even as a hot ember of excitement sparks to life inside me.
“What, did your boyfriend tell youhe’dbe joining you on this trip?” I ask. “Sorry, he’s too busy fucking my fiancé to take you onmyhoneymoon.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head and reaching for her seatbelt.
“Oh, yes.” I slide into the aisle seat in case she gets any ideas about arguing her way off the plane. “It looks like the bastard followed through on his word at last.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“It means you’re mine for the week, Scarlet.”
“No,” she says again, shaking her head, a look of panic crossing her pretty features.
My cock starts to stiffen, and I lean in, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I hope you brought your running shoes.”