Morgan, Nicole - Sweet Vengeance [Sweet Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Nicole Morgan

Adam ground his teeth together at the sound of this man saying her name. He knew that was why he did it to. Andy Bianchi was very aware of the emotions it would cause in him to hear her name being said when he was trying so hard to rein in his anger.

  He refused to give in and let the man win. “Yes. Ally was her name, was, being the key word in that sentence. See, your shit head son shot her, killed her and our child so I am going to take great pleasure in watching your house of cards tumble to the ground.”

  He reached down and started his engine. He smiled when the old man appeared startled by the loud roar of his engine and quickly stepped away.

  “Later asshole. Enjoy all this while you can.”

  He drove off, pleased with himself for making his presence known to the family that stole his.

  Chapter 13

  Chelsea had just finished putting some groceries away when she heard the unmistakable sound of Adam’s custom Shelby Mustang race past her house. She had noticed when she got back earlier that his car was gone and wished she didn’t wonder where he was.

  Closing her pantry door, she started when she heard the loud bang on her door. He had just arrived only seconds before, and she knew it had to be him. She just didn’t know why. What’s more is, she knew there was no way she could open that door. The second she saw him, she would be putty in his hands. She couldn’t take that chance. So she sat there quietly, waiting for him to go away.

  The silence that surrounded her gave her an eerie sense of being afraid of being caught. This was her house and if she didn’t want to answer the door, she didn’t have to. Why was she cowering in her kitchen like a scared little girl?

  At the sound of the second series of bangs, she knew exactly why she was. For whatever reason, he had an unnatural and scary ability to turn her into a sex starved animal—there was no way that she was going to put herself—

  “Chelsea, open this door now! I know you’re in there,” Adam shouted from the other side.

  He didn’t sound angry, but adamant that she open it. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe he just needed to talk to her as a neighbor. She went to the door and quickly opened it.

  Damn. The second she looked in his eyes, she knew she had been wrong. The fire and intensity that was shimmering in the way he leered at her made her clench her thighs tightly together at the feel of her sex beginning to throb.

  “Adam, I don’t think—” She couldn’t finish her thoughts when he barged in the house, slammed the door, and lifted her in his arms.

  “Don’t think. Please, sugar, don’t think. Please.”

  She saw something in his eyes, something she hadn’t seen before. Was it pain? Did he look sad?

  “Adam? Are you okay?” With her legs wrapped around him, she ran one hand through his hair.

  “I need you, baby. Please. I know I’m an ass, but I need to feel you.”

  To say that she was shocked by his pleading to her was a major understatement. He always seemed so in control, so demanding. She wasn’t sure how to respond to this side of him. As much as she wanted to alleviate his heartache, whatever was causing it, she knew she couldn’t. Being with him was amazing in the physical aspect of it, but emotionally he had nothing to offer her, and no matter how good it felt to have sex with him, she knew she deserved more than that.

  Her eyes widened when she realized that in a few hours she was expecting Cullen to pick her up. This gave her all the reason she needed to send Adam on his way. She wasn’t a girl to play the field, and she’d be damned if she would sleep with one and then go on a date with another.

  “Adam, I’m sorry. I can’t. Please put me down.”

  She hated the shock she saw in his face, and she hated herself for caring. He had done nothing but be an inconsiderate asshole to her since the moment she laid eyes on him. Well, that’s not entirely true. He gave her a few amazing orgasms as well, but why should she care if his feelings were hurt. He certainly proved more than once that he didn’t care about hers.

  “What do you mean you can’t? Look at you. Your nipples are hard from just the sight of me. I can feel how hot your pussy is pressed against my stomach. I can feel how wet you’re getting from having your legs wrapped around me.” His words came out in a low, seductive drawl as he began to work his tongue along her lower lip.

  Despite the fact that he was right about everything he just said, and the wondering sensation of his tongue licking her, she couldn’t help but be pissed off at his arrogance. Who the hell was he to assume that he was so amazing that he could just have her whenever he wanted? The thought that she had allowed him to believe that very theory didn’t take away from his annoyance.

  She pushed herself out of his embrace and slid down his body, biting back a whimper as her damp panties met with the feel of his erection beneath his jeans.

  “Adam, no! Please go.” She turned away from him.

  He stared at her for a moment, confused by her response. Just this morning, he knew that he could have her whenever he wanted her. He knew it not because of conceit, but because it was fact. Their bodies set off a firestorm of passion whenever they were together. The evidence of that was clear just in looking at her, in feeling her. So why was she fighting him now, when it was so obvious she wanted him just as badly?

  “Chelsea, what’s going on? You know you want me. So what’s the problem?” He jumped back in surprise at her abrupt turnaround to face him.

  “You arrogant son of a bitch. Look, I know it’s my own fault for making myself appear more than available to you whenever you want a quick fuck, but I’m not easy, and I’m not a slut, so if it’s all the same to you, I’d like you to leave.”

  “Arrogant son of…where the hell did that come from?” What the hell had gotten into her? She was normally so sweet.

  She laughed at his question. “What’s going on? Oh come on, Adam. You nearly run me over with your car more times than I can count. When I finally confront you about it, you treat me like crap. Then when I come to check on you, you seduce me—”

  “Wait just a goddamn minute! Seduce you? Is that what I did? Well, I certainly might have started things, but you had no problem joining right along.” He quickly snapped back at her. How dare she act as though she didn’t want it just as much as he did?

  “Fine! You’re right, okay!” She shouted at him. “I wanted it. I did. For whatever reason, I lost myself when you touched me. I can’t explain it, but I also can’t let it continue either.”

  He watched as her face flushed from her anger and he hated what he was realizing.

  “Chelsea,” he used his hand to cradle her cheek, “what’s wrong? You’re upset.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “I’m not upset. I mean, I am okay. I’m upset with myself. I don’t want to see you anymore, Adam.”

  What the fuck? How did they go from having phenomenal sex and him coming here to have it again to her breaking up with him? Wait a minute. Breaking up with him? They weren’t dating. What the hell was going on?

  “Chelsea, I will admit I can be an asshole, but I promise you that it’s not intentional. I’m not one for pretty words, okay? I don’t think that’s any reason to keep from seeing me anymore. Jesus, we’ve just started to—”

  “No! I want you to leave, now!” Her shaky voice wasn’t convincing of her sincerity.

  He stared at her, confused by why she looked so upset. If she wanted to see him, why not just see him? Why the hell was she trying so hard to push him away? He was hard, she was wet, what the fuck was the problem?

  A complete moment of clarity for him. I’m a dumb ass, he thought to himself. That was the problem. Sexually, they were as compatible as could be, but like most women, she needed more. That combined with the fact that, up until yesterday, they had never said more than two words must have her feeling used and insecure. God, he really was an asshole!

  “Chelsea. I think I understand what’s going on here. Can I just stay long enough for you to hear me out?” He waited for her answer but they wer
e both interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing.

  “Are you gonna answer that?”

  She shook her head no. “Just let the machine get it.”

  He came toward her, cradled her face in his hands, and brought his lips to hers. After a brief but not subtle kiss, he pulled away.

  “Chelsea, I’m sorry if it seemed as though—” He stopped talking at the sound of the voice on her answering machine.

  “…Hi, Chelsea, it’s me, Cullen. I need to help my parents move some fixtures at the store, so I might be a little late. Fifteen minutes tops, but I wanted to let you know. I hope you don’t mind that Shelby gave me your number. I’ll um…talk to you soon. Bye, Chelsea, I’m really looking forward to our date tonight.”

  Adam stared at her. Any anger he felt moments ago was nothing compared to the fury he felt at another man calling her.

  Chapter 14

  “Adam, I—” His immediate retreat silenced her.

  He walked away from her, paced for a minute up and down her kitchen tile. She was going on a date? With that asshole whose parents lived across the street from him? Yeah, he had no real reason to dislike the shit, but who the fuck did he think he was to be asking out Chelsea?

  He turned to her, placed his hands on his hips and let out a huge breath, “You’re going out with the cop?”

  “I…I mean, he asked and…I wasn’t…” She shook her head and looked away.

  “No. Don’t you do that. Look at me. Answer me. Were you planning on going out with that cop hours after you came in my arms?” His final question was laced with the anger that he felt.

  She looked back at him. “Adam. I honestly didn’t want to. I just sort of agreed and it’s not like we talked about anything between us. I felt so…” she sighed, “…used. I know it’s not your fault. I just don’t do things like that. Never have I ever done anything like that before.”

  Adam listened to her words. While he hated the shakiness of her voice, he couldn’t forget how much it pissed him off to hear that she had agreed to go out with that little prick. Regardless of what they did or didn’t talk about, she shouldn’t have agreed to go so soon after they’d…damn it.

  “Fuck this. I don’t need this shit.” He headed for the door, only to be stopped by the feel of her hands on his shoulders.

  “Adam, I’m sorry. I don’t even know what I did. You didn’t say anything. I didn’t know that—”

  He grabbed her wrist and spun around. “Should I fucking have to, Chelsea? Huh? You tell me that? You straddled me and rocked your pussy against my cock until you came. Should I really have to tell you anything?”

  “I guess…I’m sorry…I—” She stumbled over her words, but was quickly interrupted.

  “No, you’re gonna hear me out, damn it. How about when I buried my face between your thighs? Remember that, Chelsea? Remember when I licked your pussy and sucked on your clit until you came a second time? Should I have said something then?” His words weren’t shouted but were cutting just as deep.

  She responded to his question, anger spilled out of her as she began her rant. “I don’t know Adam. Maybe you should have. Maybe you should have said something after you treated me like a whore who tried to trick you into having sex with no condom on. Do you remember that part?”

  “Or how about the part when I was leaving and you asked me to stay. Or better yet, how about the time when I finally got out of your bed, grabbed my clothes, and got dressed. You didn’t stop me then. You had a ton of opportunities to talk to me, but instead you let me walk out that door. So, yes, when I ran into Cullen, I agreed to go out with him. I was flattered that someone might actually want to spend time with me for a reason other than sex!” Finally through with her rant, she expelled a large breath.

  She was right. Damn it to hell, she was completely and totally right. He had no reason to be upset with her. If he were honest with himself, he would have to admit that he had treated her like a whore.

  He shook his head and lifted her in his arms. “I’m sorry, sugar. I’m an asshole, but I am sorry.”

  Adam said nothing more as he captured her mouth and made a meal of the sweet taste of her. He slid his tongue along hers and stroked it. A groan tore from him when he heard her whimper.

  “I have to have you, sugar. Please don’t stop me this time.” He whispered the seductive request into her ear.

  Walking toward the kitchen, he found her center island and placed her on it. Quickly and without giving her time to think, he lifted her skirt and ripped at the sides of her panties, tearing them until the seams gave way. The thin piece of satin dropped down and gave him the impression of opening a present on Christmas morning. A glorious, glistening present that was his for the taking.

  He reached his fingers inside the tiny slit, reaching past her tiny blonde curls. He bit back a curse when he felt how wet she was. Her heat alone was enough to send him over the edge, but feeling the amount of moisture that pooled in her was intoxicating. Looking up at her, he removed his fingers and licked and sucked them until they were dry.

  “God, you taste so damn sweet.”

  He stood and quickly undid his jeans. His cock jutted out and swelled even harder as it brushed against her entrance. Grabbing onto her hips he thrust into her. Yes, oh, that was what he needed, what he wanted, what he craved. Her tight channel sucked and pulled on him, drawing him deeper inside her.

  Moments after he began pumping into her, she screamed his name. The distressed sound of her voice told him that it was not a cry of pleasure. He pulled back and looked at her.

  “What’s wrong, sugar? Did I hurt you?”

  Breathing heavy, she answered him, “You didn’t…you need a…Adam, I’m not on the pill.”

  Shit! He did it again. What was it about her that made him forget about everything else? He pulled out of her and held her close. Needing to feel her body and the heat that she generated, he held her tight against him.

  “Adam? Do you…have one?”

  He shook his head. “No sugar, do you?”

  She also shook her head, indicating that she didn’t. “I never need them. I mean, I don’t usually…”

  “Shh, it’s okay. I know, I know you don’t. Jesus, I’m dying to feel inside you.”

  Chelsea shivered in his arms. She wasn’t cold, but burning up. She needed him, too. She didn’t know why or how, but she had to have him stroking inside of her. A smile formed on her face.

  “Adam…I think I do have one.”

  He chuckled. “I swear, if you’re lying, I’m gonna be so pissed at you.”

  She shook her head and pushed him away, jumping off the counter. A giggle came from her when her torn panties dropped to the floor.

  A minute later, she came back in the kitchen carrying a small gift bag, complete with fur lining the handles. The sight of Adam standing there, his jeans around his long and lean muscular thighs and the sight of his dick, so big and so wet from being inside her, started to make her throb all the more painfully.

  “What’s that?” He asked her as she set it on the counter and dumped its contents.

  Chelsea was embarrassed by his shocked expression. “It’s not what you think. This isn’t all mine. I mean, it is, but—”

  Adam wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay, sugar. I think it’s hot you have all this stuff.”

  Now she really was embarrassed. All the little toys, some of them she had never even seen before, and he thought they were hers.

  “No, you don’t understand. This was a party bag at a bachelorette party I was contracted to take pictures of. I don’t even know what half of this stuff is.”

  He grinned at her and cocked an eyebrow. Picking up one of the condoms that had spilled out with the bag’s contents, he ripped it open.

  “That’s okay, sugar. Don’t be embarrassed. Maybe soon you will.”

  Chelsea didn’t know why, at that moment, his words both excited and scared her. She knew one of the items was used for anal play,
but she never dared consider doing anything like that. Suddenly though, the thought of Adam doing anything and everything to her excited her beyond reason.

  “No.” She stopped his hand from putting the condom on.

  “What is it? You change your mind again? Cause I’ll change it back.” He winked at her.

  Licking her lips and overcome with an indescribable arousal, she dropped to her knees on her kitchen floor, grabbed his long hard dick in her hand and wrapped her lips around the head of it.

  “Oh fuck yes! Chelsea, God, that feels good.”

  She closed her eyes and inhaled his masculine scent while her tongue traveled along the sensitive underside of his swollen cock. She almost couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her boyfriends of the past had always asked her, begged her to, but she never had. She had never even wanted to, but with Adam she needed to.

  She played with him at first. Swirling her tongue around him, she took her first mouthful of him and made a slurping sound when sliding back off of him. The sound, which should have sounded funny in the quiet room, instead sounded incredibly erotic.

  A moan sounded in the room and her eyes flashed up to his. He was staring at her, his chocolate brown eyes were speaking to her, commending her on what she was doing. She closed her eyes on the ecstasy she felt when his large hands reached in her hair, grabbing a fistful of it and pulling her closer, forcing her mouth to take more of him.

  With complete compliance to his demands she did as he asked her. Taking all of him in her mouth, she gagged slightly when the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. A feeling of warmth and admiration came over her when, instead of being forceful, she felt his hands relax and massage the back of her head.

  “Shh. It’s okay, sugar. Just relax. God, it’s so good. Your hot mouth is sucking on me so sweetly.”

  His words only heightened her arousal. Suddenly, nothing mattered more than pleasing him. His taste, although she had nothing to compare it to, was amazing. The mixture of the scent of his skin, a musky scent that she swore she had never once smelled in her life, didn’t even come close to the effect it had on her taste buds.