Page 5 of Vengeance

“We’ve got people cleaning the house up and fixing the door as we speak,” York says.

Psycho stares at them, still unsure what to say. The tallest man of the Black Valley charter, West, stands nearly half a foot taller than York, who isn’t necessarily short. “Thank you.”

“I told them to save the eyes for you,” Lacey says with a smirk. “I don’t know why you want them, but I made sure they remembered.”

Picking her up, he carries her to his apartment, needing to see with his own eyes that nothing else had happened to her. Twice in one night, she’s been attacked, and he feels a frenzied need only she can calm. He sets her on the bed and locks the door. “Baby-”

“I’m fine, Carson. Really.”

“This is getting out of hand, but we’re going to put an end to it. I promise, okay? We’re going to put an end to it real soon.”

She stands and wraps her arms around his neck. “I know.”

“I hate that you got hurt,” he says, his fingers gently touching the mark.

“Carson-”

His lips on hers cut off whatever platitude she planned to give him. She doesn’t seem to feel the need to argue as her tongue slides into his mouth, and he moves them to the bed, where she quickly pulls off her shirt and unclasps her bra. He can’t tear his eyes away from the hard nipples on her small tits when she pulls away to smirk at him, and he greedily licks and sucks them while she takes off his hat and scratches his shaved head.

Her nails on his scalp is a weird turn on he has, and only Lacey knows about it. He hadn’t realized how much the simple, non-sexual touch got his motor running until he found himself so turned on it became painful on a random Thursday watching the evening news with Lacey.

When she arches her back and mewls, he knows she needs him as badly as he needs her. Her small tits are more sensitive than he ever remembers anyone else’s being, and it doesn’t take long for her to be ready when he caresses and sucks them.

After everything she’s gone through in her life, it took a long time for Psycho to prove to her that love should never hurt. Not when it comes to the person who loves her more than life itself. He’s always been gentle and tender, but lately, Lacey has asked for more.

Slipping off her jeans and panties, Psycho stares down at her, loving her porcelain skin and socks. He smirks at the weird quirk of his wife’s. She hates cold feet, and she almost always makes love with her socks on. Some others may find it strange or off-putting, but he loves it. Adores it, actually.

He kisses her belly button and slowly kisses down to find his place between her legs.

“Carson,” she moans, and he gently blows on her sex, making her entire body shiver.

The goosebumps on her legs and the glisten of need between her thighs makes him groan in need as his cock presses against his fly so painfully he has to strip them off before tasting what he wants. He knows she needs him as badly as he wants to lick her.

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters as he strips naked, finally relieving the strain as his cock springs free.

“Never, ever apologize for getting naked with me,” she says and giggles. “I love seeing how much you want me.”

Reaching between her legs, his fingers spread her juices up to her clit, and her body squirms. “Me, too, baby.”

Circling the nub with his fingertip, she shifts her hips and tries to move him where she wants. He knows exactly what she searches for, and he lowers himself to press his tongue flat onto her sweet skin while he slips two fingers inside her.

He closes his eyes as he makes love to her with his mouth and fingers, not because he needs to concentrate but because he forgot to turn off the light and can see her scars from this angle. The marks on her skin from her childhood that make him want to murder anyone and everyone who ever hurt her. If he looks at them too long, he can’t think clearly. The last thing he wants is to fail to satisfy Lacey because his mind switches to rage instead of love.

Knowing what her father did to her, what he put her through, makes him hope he’s dying a painfully slow death. The way he left Mr. Marks the last time he saw him gives him a little satisfaction that it won’t be merciful in the least. Karma works in wonderful ways.

Lacey stops moving as much under him, and he looks back up at her. Her eyes find his and she says, “Carson, take me.”

“You know I can’t deny you,” he says and slides up her body.

Her legs lift to rest her socked feet on his shoulders, and he smirks. She wants hard and fast, and he can’t stop the smile on his face as he slides into her.

“Look at me, baby,” he orders, stilling inside her.

It’s the one stipulation they have when she told him she wanted a more aggressive sexual experience. After everything she’s been through, the only way he agrees is if she looks at him. Keeps eye contact so he can tell if it becomes too much. As much as he trusts and loves her, he knows she’ll never tell him if he goes too far. Certain positions require strategically placed mirrors, but he’ll give her what she needs as long as he can see her face. She can’t hide how she feels when he can see her face. It’s impossible for her to lie when she looks into his eyes.

Doing as he says, she smiles. “Sorry... I forgot.”

“Are you ready?”

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