To Punish My Cheating Ex, I Bedded His Stepbrother

To punish my cheating ex, I slept with his stepbrother.

Best decision of my life?

Or the worst mistake I never saw coming?

My fiancé Christopher had been caught with his pants down-again. This time, I wasn't going to cry.

One wild night with Lance Laurent-Christopher's estranged stepbrother, the heir to the Laurent empire, and the most dangerous billionaire in Los Angeles-was supposed to be my revenge.

One night became two. Three. A dozen. Every time Christopher cheated, I'd moan louder in Lance's bed.

An eye for an eye. A betrayal for a betrayal.

When the dust settled and Christopher came crawling back, tears and pleas dripping from his lips, I felt nothing but cold satisfaction.

"Too late," I smiled. "I don't recycle trash."

But turning my back on Christopher was easy. Turning back on Lance Laurent?

He's never a man you use for revenge.

He's the devil you sign a contract with.

"Thinking about him while you're underneath me?" His grip on my jaw was brutal, his hips relentless. "You started this fire. But I decide when it burns out."

Some men you can't walk away from.

Some debts you never stop paying.

And the devil in my bed expects me to stay.