Page 123 of Pure Vengeance

“Oh, I was.” He sighed. “Long years at the Crown’s leisure.” He shuddered. “Not the best times… but now, I’m out.”

She nodded. “And you thought of me?”

The disbelief that had laced her voice had been replaced by the delectable waver of alarm he loved to hear.

“Immediately.” He smiled as his finger made its way back toward her mouthwatering sex.

He knew that pussy, recalled how it felt under his fingers and responded to his rough treatment. In all the years he and Fuller had collected women, he’d never known one as aligned to his needs as Hannah was.

“You’re special, little girl.”

“There’s nothing special about me.” Clenching her delicate hands into fists, she strained against her restraints.

“You’vealwaysbeen special,” he corrected, disliking her derogatory self-talk. “I won’t hear a word to the contrary.”

“Is that why you’re doing this to me, Mr. Lawes, sir?” She sniffed, watching his hand moving along her thigh.

He’d already told her why, hadn’t he? He wanted vengeance, but having her there reminded him of all the reasons they were good together.

“I’m doing thisfor us.”

He should be gagging that sweet mouth of hers, but despite his careful planning and the fact he’d told her there’d be no more questions, he still seemed to be answering her inquiries.

Why is that?

Fleetingly, he second-guessed himself. Why did he have such a soft spot for the beautiful woman with the smart mouth? She wasn’t his first victim, after all, and neither was she the fieriest. He recalled another abductee, April, and all the endlessfun she’d instigated, yet there had always been something about Hannah.

“But there is nous!” Her breathing accelerated as she presumably tried to make him see reason.

He wanted to snigger at her mistake. No one had ever managed to make him see any view that wasn’t his. Not even Fuller had that influence over him.

“I understand you see it that way, little girl.” He overlooked the absence of his title to make sure she comprehended what came next. He had to make her see things the way he did. That affecting his revenge and taking her back meant giving them both what they needed—each other and a lifetime of perverted pleasure. “But I don’t agree. You were the architect of my downfall, Hannah, but also of my greatest pleasures. I can’t conceive a life that doesn’t include your dirty little mind and all your incredible responses.”

“Oh.” Her head fell, as though she hadn’t expected the reaction.

“That’s enough.” His flaring irritation was directed more at himself than her. He should have known better, should have had her gagged by now, but he’d allowed her to manipulate him. “Open up, little girl.”

He dangled the gag before her, watching with elation as her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

“No!” Recoiling into the worn seat as far as she could, she turned her face away as the plastic ball neared. Once more, she grappled with the bondage, tugging frantically for her arms to be freed and help her resist the inevitable, and Lawes vehemently welcomed her struggle.

Her every exertion was exquisite, each writhe in the chair stimulating his already eager cock. Surely, she knew what she did to him. Yet still, she continued, thrashing her head from side to side until he steadied it between his palms.

“I do love your performance.” Gazing down at her bound body, he considered kissing her, imagining what the punishing caress would feel like when he took it. She was shouting obscenities at him. Retorts he should punish, and yet staring at her, all he could think about was that kiss.

But still, he held back.

There would be time for such dallies in the days to come, but it was time he remained steadfast.

“Little girl.” He hoped his deeper voice would convey his disapproval, but he feared it only revealed the extent of his excitement.

“You can’t do this, you bastard!” she shrieked, having apparently forgotten all decorum, let alone the respect he deserved. “Leave me alone.”

“Wrong.” Her undisciplined display aided the use of force he employed as he shoved the plastic ball into her mouth. He’d hoped she’d surrender to it willingly, but in the end, he’d been wrong, so he did what needed to be done.

She screeched with frustration as he tilted her head forward to tighten the strap and lodge the ball gag between her teeth. If there had been any doubt, then she accepted at that moment that she was beaten. He witnessed the glimmer of surrender in her gaze—an acknowledgment that he would have his way.

Just as he always did.

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