The wrath called Revenge

Chapter 2

Lexi's POV.

“Well, hello there, beautiful.”

The man's words wrapped around my senses like a velvet cloak, taking away all my abilities of rational thought.

I turned slightly to take a good look at him, only seeing sharp shadows and angles highlighted in the darkness by the flashing party lights.

“Hi yourself,” I replied coyly.

Full lips pulled into a slight smirk. “I've been watching you all night, and I haven't been able to take my eyes off you. You're stunning.”

His words pierced through my alcohol induced haze, sobering me up a bit.

“You really think so?”

“I know so,” he responded, his voice firm yet sultry. “Dance with me, please. I'd like to know more about you, if you don't mind.”

I nodded, and he turned me to face him, finally allowing me a good view of his features. Raven black hair cut low on the sides and longer on top, styled into messy waves that looked like he had been running his fingers through it all day. Green eyes, bright as emeralds in the darkness stared back at me. Defined cheekbones and a sharp jawline only added to his perfection.

He was like an angel within mortals.

“Like what you see?” He teased as he caught me looking him up and down.

“You're not bad to look at,” I replied in the same tone.

“Would you give me the honor of knowing your name, goddess?” he asked.

“Lexi,” I whispered.

“Lexi,” he rolled the letters along his tongue like a prayer, bringing my knuckles to his lips before pressing a kiss to each one, “beautiful, perfect Lexi. I'm Kade.”

“It's nice to meet you, Kade,” I managed to say.

He only smiled and continued to move us in tune with the music.

As we danced, I let my mind wander. Over these past few days, I has been so caught up in my relationship woes that I shut out every opportunity I had to move forward, but why was I punishing myself?

Clearly, Damon and Kayla weren't remorseful, as none of them had even tried to reach out to me or apologise after the incident.

Why was I still the one suffering for it?

I currently had the most handsome man I had ever seen treating like a queen, and here I was, wallowing in the fact that I was cheated on by my scumbag ex.

Kade, almost like he could read my thoughts bent and whispered into my ear, “Do you have any plans tonight?”

I shook my head, batting my eyelashes and biting the corner my lower lip in a silent invitation.

“So, you mind coming to my cabin with me, right? I'd love to spend the night with you.”

I accepted without any hesitation. This was exactly what I needed, a harmless rebound with a handsome stranger without any strings attached. One where we made each other feel good, and forgot about it the next morning.

What's the worst that could happen?

I let Kade lead me off the dance floor and down the stairs which led to the cabins. We passed the deck where the first class cabins were located and went even deeper until we reached a set if doors that opened into what could have been a full blown suite.

A giant living space opened up into a huge bedroom on the left, where a large four poster bed sat in one corner. A side door led to what I assumed was an en suite bathroom, and a set of French doors opened out onto a small balcony that overlooked the blue sea.

“Oh my gosh, do you own the boat or something?” I exclaimed after taking in the sight of the entire place.

“Something like that,” Kade replied, taking me into his arms again, “have I told you how perfect you are?”

Before I could form a reply, his lips were on mine.

I had been kissed before, but never like this. Kade kissed like a man on a mission. He was confident, he knew what he wanted and went for it without fearing any consequences. He was dominant, and took control of my body in such a way that had me melting in his arms.

I closed my eyes and kissed him back with every fibre of my being, just as eager for our connection as he was. His tongue slid across the seam of my lips, a silent request for permission, and I opened up, granting him the access he sought.

As he plundered my mouth, his hands weren't idle either. They ran up and down the sides of my body, before one settled behind my head, holding me still to do with as he liked while the other settled across my lower back.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered between us, breaking the kiss. His breaths were deep and heavy, his eyes a mirror of my own, clouded with lust and desire.

“Don't,” I breathed, and that one word sealed my fate.

We came together even harder than before, more anxious than ever to satisfy the urges building up between us. I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, hastily undoing them with shaky fingers, eager to know the warm feel of his skin against my palm.

I placed my hand on the newly exposed skin of his chest, savoring the feel of hard muscle under soft skin. The sound of a zipper rang out and my dress pooled to the floor in a puddle of silk and lace, leaving me in nothing but my underwear before him.

Thankfully, I had gone with a pretty black lace set today.

He groaned at the sight of me, licking his lips before holding me once more.

“Tell me to stop,” he placed a line of kisses along my collarbone, “just say the word and all this ends. You hold all the power here.”

“Don't stop, please,” I begged, clutching him even closer.

We moved in a tangle of lips and limbs, stopping at the large bed. He gave me a gentle shove and I fell back onto the soft mattress, watching with wide eyes as he undressed before me.

He pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, showing off the strong, defined muscles that made up his torso. He worked the clasp and zipper on his well fitting jeans, sliding them down his legs to reveal muscular thighs and toned calves.

And the proof of his arousal straining against the material of his boxer briefs.

“Are just going to stand there?” I asked breathlessly.

He climbed over me, bracing his weight on his elbows as he reached out to pick something from the bedside drawer. I heard a light thump of something hitting the comforter, and I turned my head to see a few foil packets.

Good, he was smart enough to know we'd use protection.

“You're mine,” he said and bent to place yet another kiss on my lips, and that lit the fuse that had been smouldering between us. Before long, pleasured moans rang out, as Kade showed me just how much he knew about a woman's body.

All while whispering one word: mine.

I just didn't realise how true it was yet.