Sweet As My Revenge

nce to you, or are y

uption, gasped and swiftly turned around, causing her stare to spill onto the floor. Her eyes widened in horror

efully laid plans. She desperately tried to regain her composure as she focused on the figure standin

ccent gave it away. This was Matthew Grieve. The infamous villain whose trump card she had just burned in his very own fireplace. The sadistic

nervously tried to convince herself. Especially not dr

f he had just emerged from a deep, unsatisfying sleep that left him drained. His collar-length, dark brown hair was tangled and messy, and his puffy, dark brown eyes were set beneath s

likely overrated. He appeared unsavoury, yet weak. Perhaps all his money and fast living had taken a toll on his physical and mental health. He seemed to be swaying on h

you frigh

er dress in a vaguely provocative movement. The eerie atmosphere of the place had gotten to her, making her imagination run wild. "I thought

keep up the act to ensure he didn't suspect her true intentions. "John? Monks," she clarified, trying to maintain a friendly demeanor. "Never

ly assuming she was a burglar, but now she would have to rely on her well-rehearsed routine. "We were at the wedding. We

irls of the dissolute deb' type. At twenty-six, Jessica wasn't sure if she fit into that category, but she knew how to play the part convincingly. She moisten

pure blue ice, sending a shiver down Jessica's spine. She knew she had

ned her revealing dress with a bleary gaze. However, Jessica remained unfazed, continuing her act with a convincing gasp and coy fluttering. She set down her bra

is Turner painting. She gushed over John's recommendation and envied Matthew for owning such a gorgeous piece of art. Waving at

action and ensure that he wouldn't face any consequences for bringing her there. Taking a step closer to Matthew, she needed to get even closer to execute her rapi

uage. His shoulders tensed, and his narrow jaw lifted, revealing a cynically knowing expression. Th

chalant hand and casually touched the diamond collar adorning her neck, subtly positioning herself so that her drop earrings, adorned with rubies, caught his

nother step towards him, swaying her hips with grace. "I wouldn't want to cause any trouble," she whispered seductively. "After all, I was the one

feeling that this wasn't the first time another man's woman had tried to entice him. She willed him to respond, while simultaneously preparing hersel

nstantly active, even when

he leaned in, surrounding him with the scent of Madame Rochas perfume

whisky and cigars, bu

the man was emotionless or if her allure was fading. Determined, she kissed the corner of his mouth and pressed her breasts against his chest. The warmth of their skin m

t a surge of awareness as his hand slipped inside her gown and cupped her bare breast. She tried to pull away, but hi

derstanding, angered by how he