Page 128 of Pure Vengeance

He’d promised Hannah nothing.

He’d asked if she wanted the pleasure. That much was true. But he’d sworn nothing to her beyond that, and the recriminations in her desperate gaze only cemented his need—it washisturn to come, and she would revel in every moment of her degradation.

Unfastening his zipper, he pulled his cock free and allowed her one scintillating second to register its swollen length and guess what would happen next.

“Now, it’s my turn, little girl.”

“Oo!” Shaking her head, she pulled at her binds with fresh vigor, the futility of her actions only hardening his already frantic dick.

He was mad about her struggle, loving it almost as much as he enjoyed her sexy submission. Every moment with Hannah was an inferno of desire. Hellbent on retaliation, he’d forgotten how much she affected him.

“I said, enough.” He pressed one finger onto her gag, pushing the plastic deeper into her mouth. “You’re mine, Hannah, and I will use you as I see fit.”

Withdrawing his hand, he nudged the stool he’d had waiting for this exact moment into position and wandered to the other side of the chair to do the same there. The small wooden benches only offered him another four or five inches of height, but those inches were important for what he had in mind.

Returning to his original place, he climbed onto the first stool and hoisted his other foot up and over her bound body to balance on the other. Leaning on the sides of the chair surrounding her shoulders, he hoped to God the old contraption would bear his weight as he slid his engorged cock along her soft skin.

Fuck.

He clenched his teeth, willing himself to slow and relish every second, but he doubted the call would resonate. He’d waited long enough. All those nights trapped in a reeking box, and all those days caged like an animal. They’d fueled his desire for this moment, and now he wanted to let go and delight in the type of orgasm he’d only been able to dream about every night in that crappy cell.

Fucking her tits while she was tethered and helpless was his reward for surviving incarceration and reclaiming her for his personal whore.

“I’ve missed you.” Need radiated in his voice as he lifted the chain and slid his erection between her full breasts. “Now I’m taking what’s mine.”

She stilled, her body bracing as she, he assumed, accepted her fate. He was going to glide his cock between her tits, and there was nothing she could do to stop that. Best that she yielded and perhaps even appreciated the experience. He had no idea how likely the latter outcome was, but as his shaft slid back between her cleavage, he realized he no longer cared.

She felt so good, so much better than his hand or any other woman he could recall. Hannah was everything. She’d remember how to surrender and learn to love how much he worshipped her.

She’d have no choice.

“You’re amazing.” Loading his weight in his glutes, his hands rose to push her breasts together, creating an even tighter and warmer place for his cock to enjoy.

“Oo as’ard.” Her glower burned into him as she attempted to articulate her disgust, and even with the gag, he comprehended her disdain well enough.

So much for learning to love me.

He might have scoffed had the burgeoning passion building in his testicles not been so overwhelming. Let her feign contempt for his actions. Mark knew better. He understood what she was never prepared to admit to either the jury or the police—she fucking loved being treated this way.

“Be nice, little girl.” He practically purred the words as his orgasm peaked. “This bastard is in control of you.”

Her gaze mollified a fraction as she processed his words, but that wasn’t enough for him. Not this close to release. Letting go of her breasts, his hand rose to the back of her head and nudged her toward his raging erection.

“I’m going to come all over you,” he growled. “And I want you to see me mark you.”

Her stare hardened. “Uck oo.”

She was mesmerizing, even when she was being troublesome, but no amount of attitude would change her fate. Forcing her face in the direction of his cock as his shaft erupted, he sprayed his cum over her chest, neck, and chin.

“Jesus!”

The high was even better than he hoped, his head swimming with endorphins as he exulted in his achievements.

She was there. She was bound. She was his, and now she was covered in his orgasm.

Releasing her head, he grabbed the end of the armrests she was strapped to and steadied himself as his cock continued to pump his seed over her belly.

“That was incredible.”

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