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“If I were in there with you, I’d be torturing you for being such a naughty fucking girl and playing with me like this.” Somehow, I knew he would want to dominate me, punish me for not listening, for not obeying him, the opposite of how he’s encouraging me to do things for me out in the real world. “Then come do it.”
“Who is it all for, little menace?” I ask, and my voice is so gravelly and raw, I almost don’t recognize it as my own.
“Do as I fucking say, menace.”
My cock throbs. “It’s mine now, Olivia.” I don’t know where it comes from. I shouldn’t think like that, possessive, controlling.
“My name,” I growl. “My fucking name is what you say when you come, you hear me, little menace?”
“That’s it, Olivia. Come for your man. You’re mine, and I’m telling you to come; now do it.”
“But am I your menace? Because I think I want to be your menace, Andre,” she whispers.
“And don’t worry. I won’t throw myself at you anymore. When you’re ready to want me, you’ll have to make the first move.” And even though I’ve loved watching this more confident, zero fucks given menace of hers come out, I know I am so totally fucked.
But I always know the truth deep down. I block every text and call that jackass makes because I want Olivia for myself. And somehow, along the way, I’ve taken it as my job to protect her sanity and mental health and her goddamn peace.
“Because you like it this way,” he says like it’s that simple. Like he knows it’s something I enjoy so we are, of course, going to do that thing even if he is miserable.
“I’m going to make it my mission that you, Olivia Anderson, only do what you want to do. That you start living your life by putting yourself first.”
“Kissing you might be my downfall, Olivia, but I’m going to be doing it anyway. If I’m going to hell, might as well taste heaven along the way.”
But no matter how many times I tell myself this can’t happen, we can’t happen, it always comes back to how I cannot stop thinking about you, how I fucking crave you, how I want nothing more than your skin on mine at all times,” he says, his voice low and rumbling.
“Fuck it.”
“There is nothing—I mean nothing, Liv—to be nervous about when it’s you and me. This? This thing between us is as natural as breathing. Always has been.”
You’re all for me. Aren’t you, little menace?”
When a sharp crack hits my inner thigh, his free hand slapping me there, my eyes open, meeting his. I pulse with my need for release. “Tell me you’re mine, Olivia. Tell me I rule your body, rule this cunt.” That’s what it takes.
Pieces that will be Andre’s forever. “That’s it, baby, ride my fingers like a good girl.”
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you. Watching me jack myself off while I try and get you off. Fuck. You were made for me, my menace.”
“That’s my girl,” he says to himself.
“So I can fuck you bare?” he asks, his cock running up and down my slit. “Because I really want to come in this cunt, Olivia.” Oh my fucking god, I think. “Is that a yes?” he asks, and I guess I said that out loud. “Yes, god, please.” I moan. And then I get a smile.
“Look at this, Olivia. Right fucking now. Watch me fuck you.”
“God, just look at that. Look at you, wet as hell and dripping with my cum.” He tsks like I’m a naughty schoolgirl who broke the rules. “That just won't do. Not at all.”
“I’m done with you for now, menace.” The finger moves out and then presses in, seeming to collect something as he does. It’s then, I know. “This time—the first time I have you, you’re keeping all of me in you.”
A thrill runs through me, and Andre smiles when he watches me get it, watches it click for me. He’s pushing his cum back into me. “Mmm, much better,” he says then leans down, pressing his lips to my clit one last time before crawling back up my body. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I was right.
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“Fought this, I fought you for a long fucking time, my little menace. Did that because I knew.” He makes a noise that is half sigh, half chuckle. “Fuck, I knew if I had you, there was no way in hell I would be satisfied with once.”
“God, look at how far you’ve come. I am so fucking proud of you. The Olivia I met in August would have apologized and felt bad. This one? The one who says I am who I am and expects me to either deal or move on? God. You can be a pain in my ass every fucking day if this is the woman I get.”
“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll prep you good and well before that happens. You, my little menace, will absolutely love it. Having my cock deep inside you, my chest on your back, my fingers on your clit . . .”
A forever reminder of me coming into his life and making things difficult for him. “I’d take a million cuts and bruises and run-ins, and I’d do it over and over again if I got this one moment with you, Olivia. You are so, so worth it.” And you know what? For the first time in my life, I’m starting to believe it.
“I believe in you, Andre,” I whisper, the fear taking over, and his hands on my hips tighten. “I believe you and I’m terrified, and I need you to know if you’re lying, this will break me in a way I’ll never come back from. I’m giving you everything. Please,” I whisper, my face in his neck as well because I can’t bear to look at him. “Please take care of me.”
“And you remember that no matter what, Olivia, you came out on top. He’s a piece of shit who is one day going to look back and realize you were the best thing he ever had and he fucking squandered that. You remember that you’re a goddamn queen and you’re doing this for you and your friends. Not for him.”
Her voice gets breathier with each word, and if I wasn’t watching it happen with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. Olivia is getting turned on by this. By the idea of me using her to overcome my frustration. By the idea of . . . serving me. My little people pleaser. My fucking menace. God.
“Are you wet? Does sucking my cock turn you on, Olivia?” She moans her agreement, her eyes slipping closed. “Keep your fucking eyes on me, Olivia. When my cock is in your mouth, you look at me.” Another moan, but her eyes stay open this time. “Such a good girl you are,” I murmur, gathering her hair in my hands once more, creating a hold for myself. “Now, I want to fuck your face. Are you okay with that?”
“No. I wanna see my cum on you, Liv. Claim you as mine.” She moans because she loves that, too, when I get possessive and fucking caveman on her like a lunatic. I’ve never been into that, into marking my territory, until Olivia Anderson.
The wet sound continues as she begins to convulse, Liv no longer in control of her own body as I continue my assault. And then it happens. She screams. Olivia screams, and as I rub her clit, a gush of liquid comes from her. “There it is. Jesus, fuck, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I moan, continuing to rub as she cries and moans and comes, her hips bucking before another gush follows.
and show you just how fucking beautiful and worthy and kind you are, but until then, I meant what I said before.” He leans forward like he can’t help it, pressing his lips to mine gently before pulling back. “You are no longer that people-pleaser version of yourself. You work only to make yourself feel all-encompassing joy at any given moment, no matter who else is in the picture.” “Andre—” “Unless, of course, we’re alone and you’re naked. Then you’re my little people pleaser.” My pussy clenches even though it was sated not an hour ago. “You do not laugh off your usefulness. You do not act
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“I just am so fucking enamored with you, think you’re so fucking amazing, and it kills me you don’t think it too. But don’t worry, we’ll get you there.”
He notices, of course. My agent notices everything. “Or we can say fuck it and lock the door behind us and I can eat you out again before I fuck you.” Tempting. So fucking tempting. I lick my lips, and his devilish smile widens.
“I’m head over heels for you, Olivia Anderson, and I’m pretty sure I was even before I knew you.
The man confesses his love, tells me he probably broke a law or two because he was jealous of my shitty ex, and I tell him that a bunch of random numbers are zip codes. Dear Lord. “Oh. And I love you too.”
“I know. It’s why I love you. You hate this, but you know I want to do it, so you make it as safe as possible.” I turn to him, leaning in to press my lips to his before turning back to the mirror. “Anything you want, menace, it’s yours.” And I know he means that.
He’s like this, I’ve realized. When I’m in a room with him, he’s close. He likes to be near me—if he can, he’s touching me, his hand always on my body, not in a suffocating way, not in a controlling way, just in a way that always tells me he wants to be with me. He needs to be with me. He needs that connection almost as much as I do, and I think it’s beautiful.
“You’ve been doing that for so long.” “I never want you looking at people who are beneath you ever again, Olivia. Only up.” “God, I love you,” I whisper through the lump in my throat. “Good, because I plan to love you forever, little menace.”
His hand goes to the back of my neck, fisting my hair and tugging just enough so the panic quiets and all I can see is him. All I can focus on is the man in front of me. “Do you trust me?” he whispers against my lips. “With my life,” I reply instantly. “God, I love you.” I smile and press my lips to his, a short, sweet kiss. “Come with me, menace.” The words flow through my bones, pooling in my fingertips and my toes and my heart until I’m nothing but warmth and happiness. “Okay.”
“Here. In Edna’s backyard. Where I realized I was so completely fucked and going to fall for you.”
Andre was right all along, though I’ll never admit it—the best revenge is thriving without him. Thriving in spite of him.
