Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 176: Neither Can She

Chapter 176: Neither Can She

Like the night when he comforted her, making her cry by going down on her. It was like he was speaking to the real her, Avery, now... and not Ava Donovan.

She opened her mouth to mention it, but words failed her.

Instead, she tilted her head up, her eyes fluttering shut as she silently gave him what he wanted, what she needed. Her lips trembled in anticipation, and for a moment, she thought he might pull away, might drag this out even longer. But then his mouth crashed down on hers, and the world exploded.

The kiss was fierce, desperate, and all-consuming. Archie’s lips moved against hers with a hunger that mirrored her own, his hands sliding from her face to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t get enough. Avery’s hands found their way to his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Every ounce of frustration, every spark of desire, every unspoken word between them poured into that kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for far too long.

His tongue swept against her lower lip, and she opened for him without hesitation, a soft moan escaping her throat as he deepened the kiss. The taste of him, mint and something uniquely Archie, flooded her senses, and she felt herself melting into him, her body molding against his as if they were two halves of a whole.

Archie’s hands roamed, one sliding down to grip her waist while the other cradled the back of her head, holding her in place as if he feared she might pull away. But Avery had no intention of stopping. She was drowning in him, in the way his lips claimed hers, in the way his touch set her skin on fire. Every nerve in her body was alight, every thought consumed by him.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they struggled to regain their composure. Archie’s chest heaved, his glasses slightly askew, and Avery’s lips felt swollen, tingling from the intensity of the kiss.

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice rough and possessive, his grip on her tightening as if to emphasize his words. "No one else. Ever."

Avery’s heart skipped a beat, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yours."

"I am yours too," he muttered.

For a moment, they simply stood there, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressed together in the quiet of the hallway. The world outside didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except this—except them. And as Archie leaned in to capture her lips once more, Avery knew there was no going back.

Tonight was the night. That was sure.

But the location though? Outside the event hall?

As if Archie could hear her thoughts, he said, "We can’t do anything out here. We have to wait till we get back to the villa."

"But..." Avery started, when he interrupted her.

"But I don’t think I can control myself completely till we get home. And from what I see, neither can you."

She nodded.

A mischievous smirk curled on his face as he nodded, "Let’s start somewhere then." He slipped his hands into his pocket, and whispered, "Trust me," before pressing down on it for the next few seconds, watching with an enthralled gaze as Avery squirmed beneath him.

The vibrations stopped, and Archie thrust his hips into her, his rock hard erection sending waves of uncontrollable lust through her body.

"Been throbbing for you," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. Discreetly, he pulled her dress up and pushed a finger between her thighs.

"Please..." Avery whimpered, needing him just as desperately.

Archie grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "I want you bent over the nearest surface so I can use your body any way I damn well please."

The pounding in Avery’s ears quickened, an unquenchable desire coiling deep within her.

"Okay, yeah... let’s do that," she agreed.

Archie wasted no time, dragging her into the nearest elevator and up to the 56th floor, leading her down the hallway.

"Do you know where we’re going?" She asked as they veered right, the surroundings growing quieter the further they walked.

"No clue. But I remember Neil saying something about how a hall in the 56th floor was the first option when they were searching for a hall to book for the event."

Avery nodded, her stomach clenching. It was thrilling. Or maybe she was just a feral cat who needed to get laid.

Someone holding a cleaning rag passed by, offering a soft smile, which Avery didn’t hesitate to return.

Her face burned with heat as Archie simply nodded in acknowledgment, never breaking stride. He led her to the end of the hallway, opening the last door to the left.

When he flicked on the lights, her eyes adjusted to the surroundings, multiple rows of seats, a large screen in front of them.

A theater room.

"Do the doors lock?" she asked, a flicker of nervousness running through her at the thought of someone walking in.

"No. Is that gonna be a problem, Mrs. Donovan?" Archie stalked closer, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket, his molten gaze raking over her.

Avery’s blood hummed, burning for him from the inside out.

Fuck it.

"Not at all." She squeezed her thighs together, leaning back against the row of seats, her pulse racing, skin heated and hypersensitive under the fabric of her dress.

Her action made Archie’s jaw tighten, his eyes darkening as he tossed his jacket over a seat and began working on his cuffs.

She shifted on her heels, unable to wait another moment. But, of course, he was taking his time on purpose.

He pushed his sleeves up, the thick veins in his forearms pulsing. "Bend over and hold on."

The dominance in his voice sent a thrill through Avery, making every inch of her body respond. Doing as she was told, she turned away from him, gripping the back of the seat tightly, her nails pressing into the black leather. The moment he fisted her hair, a moan slipped from her lips at the sensation vibrating through her.

"Oh f-f-fuck!" she gasped. "Please, please, I can’t handle it anymore!"

His grunting, the way his fingers tightened around her hair, only made her want more.

"Since I can’t fuck you hard for now, Angel." Archie’s voice was a heated whisper against her ear. "Then I’m gonna take whatever I want from this tight little body, and if you say please, maybe I’ll even let you come more than once."

She barely recognized her own voice as she begged him for everything.

His palm trailed down her back. "Look how fucking sexy you are, turned on and needy for it."

"Please. I need you, Archie. So badly."