Page 24 of Revenge Vows

“You’re mine, you fucking hear that?” I growl as I ram into her.

I flip her around and squeeze her ass. As she arches her back doggy style, I enter her from behind. She cries in pleasure as I hold her waist in position, pushing into her. With her face buried in the pillow, I can faintly hear her cries of passion. Her body starts to buck in pleasure, but that doesn’t stop me. I keep going, pulling her hard against me as I push my cock deep into her pussy.

She lifts her head from the pillow, gasping, and cries, “I’m coming, Antonio!”

She comes apart with a fierce orgasm, her pussy clenching my dick and her body shaking with jolts of pleasure. Seeing her arching back against me as she comes sends me over the edge and I spill myself inside of her, curing my body over the smooth swell of her backside, groaning with relief and pleasure.

I fall to the side, limp, tired, and covered in sweat. She collapses on the bed, just as spent as I am.

I ponder taking a shower, but it’s been a stressful week, and I’m so tired. I give in and let sleep overtake me.

***

When I wake up, she is gone. So is my gun.

Bunny, Donatello, and I tear apart the mansion, searching for her. Some of our men scout the area and bushes nearby, but there is still no sign of her. None of the cameras caught her leaving.

“I told you it was a fucking bad idea to have that girl in the house. She was a fucking spy, for crying out loud!” Bunny shouts, kicking the table.

“Can you fucking stop?” Donatello snaps at him.

“I’m the one getting told off? I’m not the dickhead that let a spy slip out of his hands,” Bunny cried, waving his gun around in a helpless rage.

“We can’t fucking think. Keep it down,” Donatello snaps.

Bunny curses under his breath, pacing the room. My face is buried in my palms. I’m rubbing them over my skin, inhaling slowly.

“What do we do now, man? If she is with Giovanni now, there is no telling what information she could give him about us,” Donatello says calmly.

I swallow and turn to them. “She has no intel.”

“And how are you certain about that? Because you fucked her?” Bunny snaps.

There is tense silence in the room, and Donatello sighs. He turns to Bunny. “You shouldn’t have said that, man.”

Bunny scoffs. “Fuck that. They kept the whole mansion up last night. Even the next-door neighbors know they fucked,” he says with his eyes on me.

I get up, ignoring Donatello’s plea, and I punch Bunny, knocking him flat on his ass.

“Antonio, there isn’t time for this,” Donatello says, standing between me and Bunny, but I glare at him until he backs off.

I bend over Bunny, who is clutching his jaw. There is blood seeping through his teeth.

“I fucked her. So what?” I ask him.

He swallows. “You have a host of women to fuck. You don’t need to fuck Giovanni’s spy,” he says.

I move his hands away from his chin and examine his face. “Go and rinse out your mouth.”

He lowers his eyes, slips his gun into his pants, and walks off without another word.

“You shouldn’t have hit him that hard,” Donatello says as I take my seat again.

“Do you want some? I have enough for both of you,” I say, burying my face in my hands again.

Donatello falls silent. “What do we do about the girl? Do we have some men sent down to Giovanni’s place?” he asks.

I shake my head. “There is no need for that.”

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