Page 99 of Lord of Vengeance

“Too bad. And what a shame I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you.”

His words shocked me, more so than I would have imagined. I opened my eyes slowly, a single tear slipping past my lashes. As he rubbed the tip of his index finger across the salty bead, I held my breath. But the way he pulled the tip into his mouth, his eyelids now hooded exacerbated the quivers that always occurred around him. “You have?”

“Yes, my sweet Sabrina. You mean everything to me. I will never be able to let you go. Never.” Lowering his head, he kissed and licked my neck, dragging his tongue from my earlobe to my shoulder before biting down. The hint of pain was refreshing, adding to the throbbing deep in my core.

I couldn’t stop shuddering, the heatwave coursing through me unlike the times before. It was incredible, so much so I was swooning like some crazed schoolgirl. As he eased his hands to the towel, yanking it away and allowing it to drop to the floor, I was unable to hold back a series of whimpers.

He squeezed my breasts until they ached, grinning at me in the mirror as he pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling them until I cried out in pain.

“My bad girl. It’s going to be so enjoyable to tame you.”

They were words he’d told me before, thoughts I told him would never happen. Now I was beginning to think he could.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”

“I have every intention of doing so.” He gyrated his hips back and forth, the grin on his face devilish. “I’m going to do everything in my life to make yours better. That I promise you. You are my family, the only woman I ever want to be with.”

Somehow, I believed him.

As I pushed back against him, his nostrils flared. When he slowly crawled his hand down my side, I sucked in and held my breath. The pressure as he pushed the tip of his cock against my swollen folds was incredible, the tingling sensations increasing. There was no holding the man back. He thrust the entire length of his cock deep inside, filling me completely.

There was something entirely different about the angle and I moaned, blinking profusely as stars in vibrant colors rushed in my periphery of vision.

Everything about the moment was startling, the closeness heightened. He pulled out, driving into me again, the force shoving me into the edge of the counter. But I couldn’t care less. I wanted him to be rough, to take me just like he wanted.

As he started fucking me in earnest, he never took his eyes off me and I could swear his pupils were dilated. Even the way his chest heaved was different than before. Together, we moved as one, our bodies so electrified I couldn’t breathe.

My muscles immediately ached as they stretched, clamping around the delicious and very thick invasion with vigor. I met every brutal thrust, clamping my fingers around the edge of the counter, even rolling onto my toes as his actions became savage.

I could tell by the strain on his face how intense the moment was, how much we needed each other. He was the other half of my soul and it no longer mattered if it was the color black or not. I couldn’t imagine living my life without him.

The hard fucking lasted for minutes, yet it wasn’t long enough for me. I wanted our passion to go on for hours, until we were both left exhausted and sated. There was nothing more powerful than the extreme sensations as an orgasm burst into my system.

“Oh. Oh, God. I… Yes. Yes. Yes!” I threw my head back, my body shaking uncontrollably as the climax tickled every nerve ending, searing it with white-hot heat.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. You’re beautiful when you come. I can’t wait to take every inch of you night and day. All mine.”

His words were enthralling, more so than I ever would have believed.

We were both gasping as our needs continued to increase. He pumped harder. Faster. And within seconds, the beads of perspiration trickling down both sides of my face matched the sweat crossing his brow. The steam from the shower created a light fog on the mirror, the explosive nature of our coupling only adding to the electricity.

When I started to come down from the beautiful haze, he pulled all the way out, immediately pushing the tip against my dark hole. I rubbed my hand across the steam-filled mirror, longing to continue seeing his expression, the deep emotion tearing through him. He drove his cock into my asshole slowly, the intense look on his face keeping me mesmerized.

As a flash of discomfort jetted through me, he gripped my hip with one hand, digging his fingers into my skin. “I will never let you go.”

He thrust the remainder inside and almost instantly the wash of pain shifted into one of utter pleasure. I was no longer shocked the man knew my body so well and could bring such incredible moments of ecstasy. We were matched together perfectly.

The low rumble in his chest was like sweet music, every growl he emitted animalistic. As he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside, he jerked me further away from the counter, pressing his hand on the small of my back then gripping my hips with all ten fingers.

Everything about this moment was pure filth and sin, including the way he used his knee to open my legs even wider. The moment was primal and perfect in every way. As he continued plunging into me, he cracked his hand against my bottom several times and it only added to the extreme passion we shared, the need building to a steep precipice. I loved being lost in the man and the moment even as danger continued to swirl all around us.

Within moments, I sensed he was starting to lose control, his entire face contorting while his muscles tensed. When I squeezed my muscles, he threw his head back and roared like the lion he was. And only seconds later, he released, erupting deep inside my aching bottom.

What might never happen again was the way we locked eyes, the steam unable to hide our expressions of lust as well as love.

And when we issued the whispered words together, I wondered if we’d just sealed our fate.

One where disaster claimed us.

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