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Sweetest Revenge

Aimee Monroe
Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Full Page Image
  3. Dedication
  4. ALSO BY AIMEE MONROE
  5. ADDISON
  6. ADDISON
  7. WARREN
  8. ADDISON
  9. ADDISON
  10. ADDISON
  11. WARREN
  12. ADDISON
  13. WARREN
  14. ADDISON
  15. WARREN
  16. ADDISON
  17. ADDISON
  18. WARREN
  19. ADDISON
  20. WARREN
  21. ADDISON
  22. WARREN
  23. ADDISON
  24. ADDISON
  25. WARREN
  26. ADDISON
  27. WARREN
  28. ADDISON
  29. ADDISON
  30. WARREN
  31. ADDISON
  32. ADDISON
  33. WARREN
  34. ADDISON
  35. WARREN
  36. ADDISON
  37. ADDISON
  38. WARREN
  39. ADDISON
  40. WARREN
  41. ADDISON
  42. WARREN
  43. ADDISON
  44. EPILOGUE
  45. ABOUT AIMEE

Cover

Sweetest Revenge

Full Page Image

Dedication

For everyone who daydreams about their very own older, grumpy billionaire—oh ya and angry sex. LOTS of angry sex.

ALSO BY AIMEE MONROE

Novellas:

Corrupt Intentions: Sweetest Revenge Prequel

Black Silk Auction:

Sweetest Revenge

Stolen Virtue

Envious Rage

ADDISON

Fucking my dad’s business partner in his office was the dirtiest thing I’d ever done.

He towered over me. His scruff was brushing against my neck as he groaned into me, and I groaned back as he sank into me.

He had me against the wall, my legs around his waist, his hands holding me still as he thrust into me.

“Fuck, Warren, hurry. Hurry.”

Time was ticking. Dad would figure out we hadn’t followed him soon and would likely be calling me any minute. If I took too long to answer, he might task someone to come find me.

As much as I liked the danger of fucking the ultra-rich Warren King in my dad’s office, I didn’t really want to face the consequences.

Not just yet.

“You’re fucking perfect, Addi. Your cunt’s already trying to milk me, and I just started.”

I groaned, jerking against him as he bottomed out, his movements getting rougher. His pelvis rubbed so sweetly against my clit, it had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

He wasn’t kidding. Warren’s cock stretched me more than I’d ever been stretched before. More than any dildo I owned, and definitely more than any other man had.

Boys. They were boys in comparison to him.

He was right. It did hurt. But I didn’t care.

All I could think of was how good he felt inside me. How right and wrong it felt at the same time.

I pulled his head back, trying to force his lips to mine, but he dodged me. Again.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” I gasped. His fingers found my clit, rubbing hard circles over it.

“That’s not what this is, little girl,” he said with a shuddered breath.

“Then what is this?” I asked and pulled my shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere as my hands bared my breasts to him.

“It’s quick, dirty fucking.” His eyes fell to my erect nipples. “Nothing more.”

He leaned down and pulled one into his mouth. His teeth brushed against the tender flesh, causing me to cry out.

If anyone walked by, there was no hiding what was going on.

I tried not to let his kiss comment sting, but it did. I had done everything to get this man to fuck me. And it worked. But there was a part of me that wanted this to last. That wanted to be seen as more than just a quick fuck.

I pushed it to the back of my mind. I could unpack those feelings later.

“Warren, I’m gonna come.”