Page 20 of Pure Vengeance

“There’s nowhere for you to go.” Maybe the assurance will make it easier for her to give over to what she wants, what we both want.

And we shouldn’t.

Fuck, this is wrong.

She tried to kill me.

She wants me dead.

And I want her to scream my name.

Grabbing her ankles, I yank her to her back then cover her with my body. Effectively pinning her to the mattress, I spread her legs with one knee.

My cock presses against her wet, warm pussy and I moan.

“You’re not a virgin, are you, Claire?” I tease, pressing a kiss to her chin, her cheek. Her arousal is already dried on her skin, but the aroma remains. I lick it.

She’s my personal scratch-and-lick sticker.

“No.” She lifts her hips from the mattress, inviting me into her warmth.

I’m not that easy.

Reaching between our bodies, I find her clit. It’s swollen, ready to be toyed with.

I’m ready to oblige.

Her lips part with a gasp as I roll her beneath the pad of my middle finger. I watch her face, enjoying every little twitch of her lips and wrinkle of her brow as I continue to rub and tease.

“Good girl,” I whisper, dipping my head to her breast and taking her nipple between my teeth.

“Anton, what—oh!” She jumps a little when I bite down.

“Perfect girl.” I flick my tongue over the tender bit, then move to the valley between her breasts. Continuing to increase the pressure I put on her clit, I bite her chest. Scraping my teeth over her flesh, until she writhes with a whine beneath me.

“Oh, fuck!” She sucks in air. Her thighs tighten around my hand. She’s getting close.

“Soon, sweetheart, soon.” I promise her, adjusting my positioning again and nipping at her untouched nipple.

As I tighten my teeth around the heard nub, I thrust two fingers into her tight passage. She gifts me with the prettiest mewl.

“Oh, sweetheart.” I lick her breast. “You’re going to be a fun toy.” I press the heel of my hand against her clit and begin pumping my fingers in and out of her while grinding down on the sensitive nub.

“Anton, please.” She spreads her thighs further.

“Please, what?” I give her my ear, looking down the length of her body, my hand between her sweet thighs, her chest heaving for air while she teeters just on the edge.

It’s where I want her.

Right on the tip of pleasure.

She won’t get any, though.

Not until I give it.

“I don’t know.” She tosses her head to the side.

“Do you want me to stop?” I won’t, no matter what she says. She’s mine now, and I say when I play with my toys.

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