Sweet Is Revenge (13 page)

"Alright, love you dad," I said.

"Love you too Lil," he let me go and I went upstairs. I passed Brian on the way and punched him in the shoulder.

"That's what you get for hiding this from me," I said. I punched him in the chest. "That's what you get for thinking I wouldn't find out," he was looking at me like I was crazy then. I smiled at him and he nervously smiled back. I swung my fist up and hit him in the jaw. "And that's what you get for not paying attention and not being fast enough to block me," I finished. He was holding his jaw cursing under his breath.

"I think you broke it Lillian," he complained. I shrugged and gave him a hug. I felt him tense and laughed.

"And that is because you're my brother and I love you even if you are a sly douche bag," I said. He sighed in relief when he figured out I wasn't going to hit him again.

"I love you too Lil, sorry I couldn't tell you," he said quietly, giving me a one armed hug considering he was still holding his jaw.

"It's alright. I'll be back sometime, I don't know when.
Probably tonight or tomorrow morning.
I'm going to go see Decklin," I told him. He muttered something under his breath. "What was that B- Bear?"

"I said it's about time. You should have done that weeks ago instead of sitting around being pissy and moping all over the place," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Well I'm going now, but not to make up with him."

"What are you going to do then?" He asked, confused.

"I'm going to go screw him and leave," I watched my brother's dumbstruck face with amusement before walking away.

I sped on the way to the city. As much as I loathed him at the moment, I was still anxious to see him. I only hoped to find him alone and at home. A valet parked my car and I made my way up to his door. I stood outside it for a minute, taking deep and calming breaths. I was suddenly nervous. I told myself I was being stupid. I remembered how he had lied to me, what his intentions were in the beginning, how he almost went through with killing my family and I got my anger back.

I knocked on his door and waited impatiently. He opened it and I saw his bloodshot eyes but didn't smell any alcohol. I saw remnants of tears on his face and realized he was crying. I never imagined Decklin crying. He was too tough for that. I came to the conclusion that he was in as much pain as I was. This took all of about five seconds before I jumped him. He was so startled that it made it really easy to push him inside his apartment, and to shut and lock the door behind me. I turned back to him to find him staring at me as if I wasn't real.

I slammed him against the wall as hard as I could before my lips found his. I kissed him with all of the anger and passion that I felt, forcing his mouth open with my tongue and biting down on his bottom lip. That's when he finally came to his senses and his hands gripped my waist. He pulled me flush against him and tried to dominate the kiss. I wasn't about to let that happen. I put one leg up and hooked it around his waist and his hands slid lower to lift my other leg up so they were both wrapped around him.

I pulled on his hair, forcing his head back to leave my mark on his neck. He was squeezing me tightly, biting back moans as I ripped his shirt apart. Buttons went flying but I didn't care. I was too impatient to have to deal with the stupid little buttons. He pulled back from me roughly, hitting his head against the wall.

"Lillian, stop, wait," he said breathlessly. I put my legs back on the ground and put my fingers to his lips. I pushed him against the wall again hard.

"No, no talking Decklin. I came here with a goal and I'm going to succeed. No more talking," I said roughly.

"But-" I cut him off with another
shove
.

"No Decklin!" I said. I grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled it off his arms, baring his whole torso for me. "You want this just as much as I do! I'm not denying myself just because I'm angry with you. I'll take out my anger in a way that satisfies other needs as well," I said before kissing down his neck to his chest and shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He just stood there, breathing harshly. It was no good. I wanted him to fight back, to rough me up a little bit. I bit his shoulder hard and he breathed in deep, clutching my sides in an almost painful grip. "That's right, fight back," I breathed in his ear. He groaned.

"Fine, I'll play your game," he finally said before roughly grabbing me up again and switching our positions. I found myself slammed into the wall hard enough to almost steal my breath. His hands ripped at my shirt, literally tearing it apart.

"I liked that shirt," I growled. His lips were on mine again hard and demanding. He gripped my hair tight and pushed my face to his.

"You said no talking Lily," he said in a low voice. One of his hands found the button of my pants and I ripped it away. I pushed at him with my lower body, making room for me to slide down him causing a moan to come from him. I pushed him backwards and my hands found his belt buckle and quickly undid it, pushing him towards the stairs as I did. The button and zipper soon came undone afterwards. He lost his pants, along with his footing at the bottom of the stairs. He fell backwards and I straddled him right there. Our mouths met again and again, angry and biting. His hands roamed my body, reaching for the clasp of my bra and taking it off, throwing it somewhere in the apartment. "This is a lot different than the first time," he said with a smirk on his face. I glared at him.

"I'm better at anything I do when I'm pissed off, and I've never been more pissed off in my life. Now, shut up," I said. I finally let him rip off my pants, not literally this time. He grabbed my arms in a tight grip and put them around his neck. He stood
up,
his hold on my legs was bruising. He quickly climbed the rest of the stairs and threw me on the bed, causing me to hit my head on the headboard. He soon followed, pulling me down further so I wasn't in so much of a sitting position. He ground his hips against mine causing me to cry out. His mouth went to my breasts sucking and nipping in the most painfully pleasurable way. I continued rubbing myself against him, running my fingers down his back, clawing at him- I'm pretty sure he bled.

Using all my strength I flipped him off of me and I sat on top of him. I kissed down his torso, biting him all over, leaving marks everywhere. I smirked in smug satisfaction, even if he wanted another girl after me, they'd all see them and know he was a man whore. Not like most of them would care. The thought of another girl with him made me angrier than I already was. I pulled down his boxers and gripped him tightly in my hand, moving slowly. I had never been so dominant before, it was a rush and definitely something I would do more often.

"You're
 
mine
 
Decklin. No one else can have you," came out of my mouth before I could even stop it. I was going to leave in the morning, or whenever he fell asleep anyway. It didn't matter what he did when I left, I would stop caring. But I wanted to hear him say it. Something in me needed to hear him tell me. "Say it D, say it," I said almost desperately. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head down to his.

"I'm yours Lily, no one else will have me," he breathed harshly before pulling my mouth down to his again. Our bodies pressed so tightly together felt so
good
, I didn't want to wait anymore. I sat up and pulled away from him so I could take my underwear off. And then I was on him again, and we were connected in the most intimate way.
I liked this
,
I could control everything
. I drew out his torture in my slow pace, ignoring my own building climax. I wanted to make sure he suffered. His hips were coming up to meet me but I kept pulling away.

"Damn it! Move faster, you're
 
killing
 
me!" He shouted. I just smiled at him and stopped moving all together. He growled. "Fucking move, or I'll move for you," he threatened. I just looked at him with a lazy smile and hooded eyes, tightening myself over him. He hissed. His hand found their way down to me and began rubbing. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, involuntarily moving.

"You cheat," I breathed. "You cheat you bastard," in
a venom
laced voice. I was so distracted that it surprised me when I felt the soft mattress on my back. Decklin sucked on my neck as he pounded into me furiously. I wrapped my arms around him, meeting him, matching his every move. Twice he brought me to the peak before he was even done.

"That's right, scream for me. You were doing a fine job of screaming at me earlier, use those lungs for something more pleasurable," he said. His sweat was dripping on me but I didn't care. I held him closer, letting out the scream he wanted, he silenced it with his mouth on mine though. Finally I felt it as he came too. He collapsed on me, his full weight pushing me into the mattress.

Gone were the angry shoves and brutal touches. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my eyes and my lips.
He kissed my jaw and my throat
,
feather light kisses all over
. Between each kiss he muttered, "I'm sorry," and I felt his hot tears on my body. He came back up to my mouth. "Lil, I love you and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said. I looked into his tear filled eyes and felt mine filling too. I wiped his
sweat drenched
hair out of his face.

"I'm not ready to forgive you yet Decklin," I whispered. He dropped his head onto my chest and held me tight.

"Do you think you ever will?" He asked nervously. His voice was muffled and I felt his every breath between my breasts and down my stomach. I shivered a little bit.

"Yes," I answered softly.

"Then I can wait," he said. He squeezed me and then rolled to the side, gathering me with him. He held onto me as if his very life depended on it. I hoped he would loosen his hold sometime during the night so I could sneak out, there was no way I was going anywhere with him wrapped around me like that. "I do love you," he said quietly against my neck, laying a soft kiss there. I squeezed his hand.

"I know you do; I know."

His grip on me loosened a few hours later. I felt tired but couldn't sleep. I slowly inched my way out of his hold. He kind of groaned but didn't wake up. I gathered my clothes on the way downstairs, putting them on as I went. I sat down in his kitchen, putting my head in my hands. My anger was mostly depleted. I just had the picture of Decklin, tough
Decklin,
don't cry about anything Decklin, actually crying in my head. Tears swelled from his big blue eyes and he looked so sad.

I couldn't leave. I couldn't just forget what he did, but I could not make myself leave. I loved him so much that it hurt. If I were to leave, it would break not only him but me as well. I saw how pale he was, how tired he looked when I came in. I ignored it because of the rage inside of me, but I couldn't ignore it in that moment.
He honestly loved me
,
he truly felt remorse
. I doubted he'd ever cried before and yet, there he was, crying for
 
me.

I sat there for God knows how long. Finally I heard him start to stir upstairs. "Lillian?" He asked tiredly. I stayed quiet. He sighed deeply and I heard him muttering to himself. I wasn't able to make out what he was saying though. I heard his breath start coming short, as if he was hyperventilating and I began to get a little worried. I heard the bed squeak as he got out of it. I waited, staring at the stairs. He appeared at the top of them.

His look was piercing. He looked straight into my eyes and I saw his were glassy again. I pitied him in that moment. He looked so… Defeated. "You're still here," he finally breathed, slowly coming down the stairs until he stood right in front of me.

"Yeah Deck, I'm still here," I whispered.

Decklin

My first thought was that it was a dream, when I woke up in my bed alone. But I noticed how messed up the bed was and that I was still naked, so it couldn't have been. Lillian was gone though. "Lillian?" I said tiredly. I panicked, thinking she was gone. Funny, she used me how I used other women all the time. I guess I knew how they felt. Except for me it was ten times worse because I actually loved Lillian, and they couldn't have possibly loved me.

I sighed, muttering to myself. I knew
it,
I knew she was going to be gone. She just wanted to get off and because I missed her so much I let her. Sure, the rough sex was a way to get rid of some of my pent up emotions, but in the end I still felt like shit. Breathing started to get harder to do and I felt myself hyperventilating. I felt pain behind my eyes that was becoming annoyingly familiar. I cursed at myself. I was being a fucking pansy. I never thought I'd be brought to tears over anything, especially a woman. I got out of bed and pulled on my boxers.

I started to make my way downstairs when I looked up and saw her. I stared right into her eyes, only semi-embarrassed that she could see the glaze over my eyes. I couldn't read her expression but it didn't matter at that moment. She still had bedroom hair and her make up wasn't fixed, and she had never looked so damn beautiful, and I knew that I had done that to her. Finally I found my tongue and voice box. "You're still here," I mentally flinched at the breathless dreamy sound in my voice.