07: Revenge Part 04

He growled again, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my body. He surged forward, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. The wave that had been building within me crested, breaking over me in a rush of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I cried out, my voice raw and ragged. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the moment, lost in him, lost in the fire that burned between us.

He continued to move, his rhythm relentless, his pace unwavering. I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin. I was drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by the intensity of what was happening. I had never felt like this before, never experienced this kind of raw, unadulterated pleasure. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

The world narrowed, the only thing that existed was the feel of his body against mine, the rhythm of his movements, the sound of our ragged breaths. I was no longer Ava, the woman seeking revenge. I was something else entirely, something more primal, something more… alive. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the fire, and I didn’t want it to end.

Hours had passed. I wasn’t sure how many, exactly, but the position of the moon through the gaps in the curtains told me it was the dead of night. Or, more accurately, the very early hours of the morning, just before the dawn crept in. The exhaustion was bone deep, a pleasant ache that settled in my muscles. I had, apparently, fallen asleep. A wave of embarrassment washed over me. Sleeping with Liam? That wasn’t part of the plan.

I was wrapped in his arms, his body warm and solid against my back. It was… comfortable. A strange sense of peace settled over me. But the peace was fleeting. The deed was done. I had carried out my mission, my… revenge. Or whatever it was. It felt less like revenge now and more like… something else. Something complicated.

I gently, carefully, moved his arm away from me. He stirred slightly, a low groan rumbling in his chest, but didn’t wake. I held my breath, waiting for him to settle back into sleep. Once he was still again, I eased myself out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. I stumbled a bit, my eyes adjusting slowly to the dimness.

I needed to find my clothes. Panic started to rise in my chest. Where were they? I vaguely remembered him undressing me, the memory flashing through my mind like a hot brand. My dress was on the floor, thankfully, but my bra and panties were nowhere to be seen. I cursed silently, my bare feet padding across the plush carpet as I searched. I didn’t want to leave without them, but I also didn’t want to wake him. The thought of facing him again, of dealing with the aftermath of… whatever had happened, made my stomach clench.

I rummaged through the room, my fingers brushing against smooth surfaces and discarded fabrics. I checked the chair, the dresser, and even under the bed. Nothing. Frustration gnawed at me. How could I leave like this? In just my dress? It felt… vulnerable. Exposed.

After a few more minutes of fruitless searching, I gave up. I couldn’t find them. I had to leave. I grabbed my dress, pulling it on quickly, my fingers fumbling with the buttons in the darkness. I was acutely aware of my nakedness underneath the thin fabric, a feeling that made my cheeks flush even in the darkness.

I glanced back at Liam. He was still asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. He looked… different. Softer. Less like the playboy, more like… just a man. The thought surprised me. I shook my head, pushing the thought away. I couldn’t afford to humanize him. Not now.

I tiptoed to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I slipped out of the room and crept down the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the carpet. I made my way down the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky steps. I reached the front door and let myself out, closing it gently behind me.

The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the warmth of Liam’s house. I shivered slightly, pulling my dress tighter around me. I walked quickly down the street, the silence broken only by the sound of my own footsteps. I reached the corner and pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed the number for a taxi.

As I waited for the cab to arrive, I leaned against a lamppost, trying to make sense of what had happened. I had slept with Liam. I had crossed a line, a line I had sworn I would never cross. And for what? Revenge? It felt hollow now, a flimsy excuse for what had happened. I had wanted… something. But what? Validation? Connection? Or just the fleeting satisfaction of getting even?

The taxi pulled up, its headlights cutting through the darkness. I got in, giving the driver my address. As we drove away, I looked back at Liam’s house, its lights dim in the distance. A strange mix of emotions swirled within me. Regret, confusion, a flicker of something that might have been… sadness. I didn’t understand what I was feeling. All I knew was that I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. The question now was, where did I go from here?