Page 13 of In Love and Revenge

‘Enjoy it, Beauty,’ I murmur. ‘I’ll find Daddy’s secret hiding place. And when I do, you’ll be lucky if you can afford to shop in Primark once I’m through with you.’

She looks at the camera like she can hear me. Her pouty lips glisten and her aquamarine-blue eyes stare right at me. Memories of a dancer’s darker blue irises flash to mind. I was so close that night to finally taking the edge off this ...obsession.

But not close enough.

I let out an irritated snort. The strippers are getting to be an addiction. A high I chase but can never grasp. Because nothing will compare to the real thing.

I want to scrape back every penny that belongs to me from George Thorne.

And that should be enough.

But for some goddamn reason that defies logic, I wanthertoo.

I want to punish Aurora Thorne for being his daughter. For knowing what her father did, yet still claiming to anyone who will listen that he’s innocent. For waltzing around with my sister, tainting her with her company. For living in the five-bedroomed house in Chelsea Dove told me about.

All whilst wearing clothesmymoney paid for.

My dick hardens to the point of pain. I despise her. Yet every time I see her all I can think about is how it would feel to have her tell me she’s sorry.

Beneath me.

Have her cry it out as I thrust inside her.

See the tears run down her cheeks as she begs me to forgive her.

I’d mark her as mine. Fill her with my anger.

She should feel guilty. Ashamed. Not defiant. Not look at me on the rare occasions we’ve been in the same room as thoughI’mthe problem. This isherfault. Her’s and her father’s, their cosy little crime duo.

And she definitely shouldn’t blink those doe eyes at me in a way that makes my palm twitch with the urge to spank her arse until it wears my handprint.

I want to ruin her.

Iwillruin her.

One way or another I’ll get what I need from her. She must know where her father’s hidden all the money. And the fact she’s not given it up to the authorities makes her my enemy as much as her father.

The day I make Aurora Thorne beg is coming.

And I can’t bloody wait.

Chapter 4

Aurora

‘Was it an accident?’

I scoff, grabbing another couple of crisps. ‘No! He stopped midway to let it out.’

Dove throws her head back with a cackle, the red wine in her glass sloshing about and narrowly missing spilling out over her cream velvet couch.

‘Oh, babe.’ She sighs, wiping at her eyes. ‘I’m sorry, but that’s ...’

‘I know, really sexy, huh?’ I can’t help but smile at the way her eyes light up as I regale her with the sex-fart story, which was too much to share at the fancy place she took me for dinner last time we met.

I don’t see her happy often enough.

I swallow a mouthful of cheese and onion crisps, then take a sip of my own wine, savouring the taste of something that hasn’t come from the discount section in Tesco for a change.