Page 27 of Lord of Vengeance

Maybe the thought was farfetched, but I’d lived through far too many attacks not to be on edge when someone new entered my life. I finished undressing, my balls continuing to ache. She watched me with a seductive look on her face, her wide eyes expressing her repeated desire.

A part of me wanted to get to know her better, even though doing so would present the very complications I’d told her we both should avoid. As the shimmer of the full moon augmented the lights inside the heated tub, I headed toward the edge. She dragged her tongue across her lips provocatively as I slipped into the water, keeping her distance as if fearful I’d want to possess her.

That could have been a possibility at some earlier point in my life, but I wasn’t interested in developing a weakness. Yet she still fascinated me, more so than I was used to from anyone. I also wasn’t in the mood to play games but there was something exhilarating about the way she splashed me with water, laughing softly as she shifted to the other side in a sinful attempt to get away from me.

Even though we didn’t know each other, she should instinctively know by now that letting her out of my reach until I was finished with her wasn’t what I found acceptable. Within seconds, I was on her like the predator I was, forcing her legs around my hips as I pushed her against the side of the hot tub.

“Oh, you’re a real brute, aren’t you?” She cooed her question, the sound forcing my cock to twitch all over again.

“You have no idea. I have one question for you. What’s a good girl like you doing in a dump like this?”

“First of all, you obviously don’t know this beautiful town or the area. It’s breathtaking. Second, and even more important, I’m not a good girl. Not by any stretch of the imagination.”

There was something about her admission that was heartfelt even though she laughed after issuing the statement. “That’s good to know, my sinful Sabrina. That makes sullying every inch of you that much more acceptable.”

Sabrina’s eyes lit up as I drove my cock deep inside her wet pussy all over again. Just thinking her name brought out the darkness from deep inside me, a hunger that had remained buried for as long as I could remember. Sabrina’s beauty was subtle yet powerful, intriguing as well as mysterious. Underneath her conservative clothes and quiet demeanor was a tigress. My instinct was never wrong. I wanted to peel away her layers, nurturing the woman who’d longed to see the light of day. And I craved fucking her in every hole, claiming her as mine.

The thought was both arousing as well as disturbing.

As her pussy muscles clamped down on my throbbing cock, she pressed her knees into me, taking gasping breaths from our electricity and the sweltering heat from the water. Steam rose all around us, adding to the passionate atmosphere, the moment allowing me a sense of freedom. It was something I’d been missing for a long time. My mouth watered from the filthy things I wanted to do to her, but tonight was as much an end as it was a beginning.

“So big,” she whispered, reminding me what I was doing was reckless. I was a bastard of a man, someone considered incapable of feeling anything other than the need for revenge. If only people knew why I was a shell of a man and had been my entire life.

And it had nothing do with my father’s mistreatment or rules, or the violence I’d experienced. She brought out a moment from the past, one I’d become determined to keep there. I wasn’t certain why she did and it unnerved me. Few things did. Why her? Why now?

Her breathing remained as ragged as mine, her eyes darting back and forth as I pulled out, slamming into her again. Her laugh held the kind of lilt that brought more than just need into my loins. It also brought a smile to my face. The escape was perfect.

“You’re a handful, my sinful flower,” I told her as I pulled out again, allowing only the tip to remain inside.

“Yes, I am. But I think you enjoy that.” She squeezed her pussy muscles on purpose, narrowing her eyes until the moonlight captured her long eyelashes skimming across her luscious cheeks. Everything about her eyes was a powerful draw, the bluish-purple so unusual I could easily stare into them for hours.

But right now, I was far too hungry. I fisted her hair, pulling back her head and exposing the long line of her neck. My fingers tingled much like my heart was racing. I’d enjoyed spanking her far too much, the need to do so again as surprising as the woman. I had no idea why a sudden sadness became overwhelming. It was as if by touching her, I’d awakened a moment from my dark past.

Every time I looked at Sabrina, she was a clear reminder of all the amazing aspects of life that I’d been shut out of.

Passion.

Laughter.

Joy.

Comfort.

A fucking homelife.

I’d experienced none of them personally and had determined that the emotions no longer mattered. Even when Dante had entered my life, taking the woman I’d been required to marry, nothing had fazed me. Even when I’d learned the man who’d raised me, molding me into the cruel man I’d become wasn’t my biological father, I hadn’t cared.

When Xavier had died, I hadn’t felt a single thing.

Then I’d touched someone I didn’t even know, and the electricity had soared to the point I’d been left breathless. The woman with the most incredible doe eyes and full lips, silky hair and a voluptuous body that molded perfectly against mine had awakened me.

And I’d brought her here of all places, to my private sanctuary. She’d noticed my weapon, but there hadn’t been the anticipated fear in her eyes, only a slight surprise and nothing more. She could easily become the weakness I’d promised myself would never happen, a curse both my brother and I had been born into.

One of wealth and danger.

Influence and destruction.

The difference between me and my brother was that he’d been brought up in the arms of a mother who’d loved him while I’d been forced to endure acts of violence and anger. Maybe that’s why I’d become determined to shut down my emotions.

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