Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 142: Property Of Yours?

Chapter 142: Property Of Yours?

"These legs were the first I saw of you," he murmured, "And I was so fucking obsessed with them. You can’t imagine how much."

Avery pressed her lips to his, though he only complied for a moment so he could look at her body again. She was completely naked, while he was as fully dressed as he’d been when she came in. It felt like a dirty act, except it wasn’t. They were married.

And this was supposed to be a normal occurrence between married couples, wasn’t it?

"Will you keep calling me love if I help you get off?" Archie asked, eyes narrowed but full of heat on her body.

Avery grinded impatiently against him, a lie escaping her lips, "I will." How weird would it be if she started to call him that?

A momentary pause was her only warning before he gripped her hair, and a gasp escaped her lips when he pulled her head back by her ponytail. She panted, unresisting the ruthless hold that kept her neck angled and her brown eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"I can hear the insincerity in those words," he breathed in her ears.

"I was not being insincere," Avery winced, her hand tightening around his clothes.

After a second, he loosened the grip on her hair, but as his lips travelled down her neck, she knew he didn’t believe her. His palm pressed against her clit, applying the smallest amount of friction. His hand was rough, and she didn’t need much. She bit her lip to hold in a groan.

Archie watched his hands move between her legs and roughly said, "Won’t force you. But I would love to hear you call me that sincerely."

As soon as the last words dropped from his lips, he slipped two fingers through her wetness and pushed them inside of her. She arched her back, dug her nails into his shoulders, and groaned in pleasure and a little pain. This was rougher than last time when she was drunk, but it only seemed to spark a fuse within her.

"Damn," he muttered, "You’re taking my fingers so well, Ava."

"Arch..." She breathed. Ecstasy unfurled in her veins like the hit of a drug, a mind-numbing, breathtaking drug, as he slid his thick fingers in and out. He rubbed a spot inside of her, hot pressure expanded, and her eyes rolled back.

Archie nipped her collarbone, reminding her to breath. The unexpected bite stung her flesh but it also sent a vibration to her clit that stole her ability to do anything else but moan against his neck.

"We don’t want you passing out on me. Breathe," he reminded.

Avery didn’t know any words at the moment so she nodded in reply. She thought he wanted to smile at that but he didn’t; he only continued to slowly fuck her with his fingers until the annoyance in her gaze faded into half lidded lust.

When she managed to whisper his name, he leaned in to soothe the burn on her collarbone, liquefying every muscle in her body. Then he made a trail of kisses upwards and swallowed the next moan from her mouth. The kissed lacked finesse while she grinded against his hand, panting his name into his mouth. The impending release curled down her spine, and she dug her nails into his biceps, trying to hold on to that feeling for much longer.

Why? She had no idea. Yet she lifted herself up and began riding his fingers.

"Come for me, Angel." He bit out the words between clenched teeth.

"Oka—" A gasp cut off the rest of whatever she had wanted to say when his fingers thrusted hard, curling against a spot that made her see stars.

"Let yourself go," he prodded gently as his thumb pressed on her clit while another finger eased inside. The extra pressure sent her over the cliff. Prickles of flashing heat exploded, her vision dimmed, and her heart pounded to keep up with the scorching blood pumping through her.

His fingers moved slowly, in and out of her, while she caught her breath and the ringing in her ears faded. He didn’t pull his hand away until he wrung the last pulse from her. Languid warmth spread through her body, sating her in a way that she had never experienced before.

Avery kissed up his neck, making a soft noise of appreciation as a heady scent hit her like dopamine. She claimed his lips and directed their kiss, while her fingers ran over his erection beneath her, relishing the thick, hard feel of him. Her hands moved of its own volition to trace every inch while her lips and teeth teased a line down his neck. Before she could go far, he hissed a breath and gripped her wrist to stop her.

"If you do that, then there’s no going back."

Hesitation flickered to life in Avery’s eyes.

"Do you want to?" Archie asked.

She nodded. "You helped me with mine. I should help relieve you too." It was her stupid attempt at trying not to sound too eager.

"Should, not want," Archie pointed out. Without bothering to explain what his words meant, he pulled off his t-shirt and pulled it over her head, helping her into it.

"Wait." Avery frowned. "What are you doing?"

Archie ignored her question. "I will be up in five minutes. Clothes are on the bed. If I find you wearing any extra clothing than what I provided, prepare to take it all off for the rest of the night."

Biting down on her lower lip, Avery clambered off his knees and hurriedly picked up her dress, socks, and bra from the ground. She looked around for the thong that was supposed to be lying among the pile of clothes but didn’t find it. As she was avoiding looking at the wet patch on Archie’s joggers, she only sent a quick glance his way to see if the thong was anywhere around him. But just when her eyes caught his hands bunched into fists on either side of him, he spoke,

"You have four minutes left."

Avery stood up. "Uhm... If you see any property of mine, please bring it along on your way up. I don’t want... I would kill myself if Lake and Thorne end up finding it..." She trailed off, hurrying up the stairs to her room, without waiting for a reply.

A burning gaze followed her slim figure in the big t-shirt, watching her behind as she skipped steps up to the second floor.

"Property of yours, my foot," Archie scoffed, opening one of his fisted palms to reveal the wet thong. His property from now on. "Selfish," he murmured.

The sound of running footsteps on the second floor prompted him to raise his head and see Avery leaning on the rail, looking down at him with a glare.

"My room is locked," she announced, like she believed it was something he didn’t know about.

"I locked it," he admitted. "Were you half asleep when I said clothes were on the bed?"

"What bed?" Avery asked incredulously.

"Our bed. In our room; my room for now," Archie deadpanned. Without sparing her an extra second, he lowered his gaze and pretended to dedicate his attention to the documents on the table before him, while counting down in his head till the moment the five minutes he gave her would expire.

Contrary to his five minutes plan, Archie allowed an extra five minutes to lapse before trailing Avery’s footsteps to his room. He pushed the door open, his eyes softening when he caught sight of the frame on the bed. Even before he got close to her, he knew she was already asleep.

He closed the distance between them and pulled the black duvet down to see if she was really wearing the clothes he had taken out for her, a smirk curving on his face when he confirmed it. His shirt and his briefs. She was literally living his fantasies out for him at this point, and he wasn’t ready to stop anytime soon.

Her place was in his bed, in his arms, in his house. In everything she did, it had to be with him.

A slight discomfort in his joggers reminded him he had a more urgent problem to take care of than to stare at the woman who started it.