Page 44 of Brutal Revenge

I ease the fabric upward without yanking, striving for several long minutes not to tear anything—including her pride—before realizing my stupidity.

“There ain’t no way this will get over your tits without ripping them off, so I say we go down your hips.”

Without waiting for her to respond, I drop to my knees and coerce the fabric down her sweltering body.

Not gonna lie, the view is fantastic. And the smell…ah.

It could only be better if I pierced my nose between the folds of her pussy.

“Matteo…” Azra’s voice sounds different. Strained.

“Yeah?”

She shifts her weight, her limbs suddenly heavy. “Is it moving?”

That isn’t what she wanted to ask, but since it was the safe option, she ran with it.

“I think so.”

“Good. Keep going.”

I obey, because what good boy doesn’t?

Slowly, methodically so, the dress inches toward the area of her body growing more fragrant with each second that passes. Azra’s tiny, so naturally, the backs of my fingers brush past the cotton material clinging to her pussy as readily as the first coat of paint to canvas.

Azra moans before covering it with a sigh. “I swear, if this thing survives, I’m burning it in this very dressing room.”

“Pretty sure that’s illegal. The price tag alone could make it a federal crime.”

She lowers her eyes to me, cheeks flushed. “Then I’ll bury it in the scarf bin.”

“Also questionable.”

“Matteo.”

“I’m just saying we should burn down theentirestore. That would be a much more satisfying result.”

I tug again, fingers brushing firm enough for her shudder to conceal her breathy moan.

Azra has wit by the bucketful, but it disappears when her libido is raging.

“Why did you remove my panties?”

I glide my eyes up her body, momentarily pausing on the garment she’s discussing.

They’re still very much in place—regrettably.

I learn I have the situation wrong when she murmurs to herself, “Why remove them if you had no intention of… going down on me?” She shrugs like her last four words didn’t scorch her throat. Sometimes she’s so fucking innocent it’s cute. “You could have a fascination for collecting panties, but it seemed like more than that.”

I could lie, but fuck it. It won’t get me anywhere fast.

“Because it was.”

I rehearse five different versions ofdon’t sound like a jealous fuckhead, but they all evaporate the instant Azra’s eyes lower to mine. Her smile…fuck.It’s as priceless as the moans she releases while sucking dick.

“I was being a bit of a pissy prick.”

“A bit?” she teases.