Page 29 of Pure Vengeance

I’m sick.

He’s a monster.

I arch my back more.

“Yes, Anton.” I cover my face, uncertain if I’m going to cry from need or if my humiliation keeps me hidden.

“Tell me what you want, Claire.” He reaches below me, stroking my pussy, finding my clit and playing with just enough pressure to make my mind spiral away from any sort of fight I might have given him.

“I want you, Anton.” I suck in a breath, look over my shoulder at his dark eyes aimed at me. His tongue touches the tip of his top lip. “I want this.” I push back at him.

He created this fire in me, he better not leave me to be burned by it.

One thrust is all it takes and he’s filling me.

I cry out, feeling every inch of him.

“Fuck, you take me so good.” His fingertips dig into my hips as he drives forward, dragging me back at him.

He growls, and in the next instant, he’s gone, and I’m being spun around.

“I want to see these pretty eyes when I fuck you,” he says as he shoves me against the couch, lifting one leg and thrusting his cock into me.

He sinks his cock deep, and deeper still when I arch toward him. His mouth falls open a little as he wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me to him.

“Fuck.” He kisses me. A kiss filled with passion and urgency. I grab at his shoulders, careful of his wound as I press myself into him.

I’m losing myself.

The more he touches me, the longer I feel this connection, the more of myself disappears. More of my hatred vanishes.

“Fuck, Anton.” My head falls back after he breaks the kiss. He licks a heated trail up my neck.

“I am, baby, I am.” He thrusts harder, faster.

“This is wrong.” I grip the edge of the couch, spreading my legs more for him, taking him even deeper. It aches, his thick cock driving into me in this angle, but it’s the best pain I’ve ever experienced.

“No, baby. Nothing we do is wrong.” He kisses my chin, my cheek. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, while shifting me again and he drives fully inside.

I cry out, I’m so full I think I’m going to split.

He moves a hand to my throat, squeezing as he slows his thrusts.

In.

Out.

I’m going to die from the torment.

He grins.

“Fuck, you’re pretty like this. Wearing my hand like a necklace, your pussy stuffed with my cock.” He squeezes just enough for me to tighten beneath his grip.

“Anton.” I grab at his hips, pulling him toward me.

“Need something, baby? You want something else now?” He runs his tongue over my bottom lip. “Just tell me.”

“You.” I breathe the word.

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