Page 17 of Sweet Revenge

Her moans and every other sweet sound of hers still exist in my ears.I close my eyes, replaying every moment I got to experience.Every touch I got to offer her, every time she came around my cock.Every sweet sound she made.

I'm tracing my skin with my fingers, every part she touched.I feel an ache I know she would be the only one able to satisfy, but that is not something written in our future.

Princess, our story was never one for the books.No one will talk about all the romantic things our love existed around.There will be no songs or pictures to represent us.We are just a memory that will fade, and when the years pass, the same memory will switch to regret.Like everything else we had ever experienced.Regret will stain this night too.

We are now back to zero.We are where we started; I am yet again the one lusting for you, craving you with every cell of my existence, and you are the one who will reject me again and again, like you always have.

I should be regretting this night with every ounce of my broken self, but sanity was never my strong suit when it came to you.I was always delusional enough to think you would choose me above everyone and everything, like I did every single time.But let's be realistic, princess; you never did, and you never will.Once again, my heart breaks for what we could have been, the dream of us that has lived rent-free in my mind since I met you.

Epilogue

Olivia

Itake one last lookaround the house; the masked man is nowhere to be found.Aiden is by my side now, getting ready to leave.We make our way to the entrance while he is blabbing about his night.I don’t care about any of this.My mind is caught between thoughts about the strange man that had me coming on his cock all night and the boy I used to love in secret. I can’t shake the feeling that both men have something in common.I can’t quite put my finger on it.

We are walking around the yard finishing our conversation before the ride back to his apartment when Aiden interrupts my thoughts.

“Looks like Ryker finally decided to show his face.”

I turn to look where he is pointing, only to see the guy I was with all night, without his mask.Rykeris sitting there with a bottle of whiskey.Now that I can see his face, I notice he looks older.His eyes look tired, almost melancholic, and the expression on his entire face looks sad.

But he is still the same guy that was inside me not long ago.He is the same boy that used to do everything for me.The same man that made me see stars and praised me for it.The same one that burned my car for revenge.That fucking asshole!