Page 10 of Passion and Revenge

“Less talking,” I grit out, my hand digging into the back of her head and pushing her down on my pulsing member.

Her painted red lips part, and I’m immediately surrounded by the wet heat of her mouth. She lets out a throaty moan.

Dayna doesn’t want it easy, so I don’t go easy on her. My hand tightens in her hair, and I begin to move her head up and down, pushing as deep into her as I can go.

She takes my cock hungrily, moaning around me and letting me slide into her throat. Saliva pools and flows out of her mouth, and tears run down her eyes, trailing mascara down her cheeks.

“Fuck!” I grunt. “That’s it. Take it.”

Her moans get louder as I drive into her over and over again. Then, when I feel myself reaching my orgasm, I pull her off.

Her eyes are half-lidded, and her face is a mess. Just how I like it.

I rise to my feet, dragging her along, and then position her over my desk, her breasts pressing on the cool wooden surface with one leg planted on the floor and the other drawn up beside her on the desk.

Like this, she’s completely bared to me, and my cock jerks at the sight of her dripping pink pussy.

I line my cock up with her entrance and push into her.

“Argh!” she screams as I fill her with one hard thrust.

She arches her back, pushing against the fullness. “It’s too big, oh God. Alessandro, stop. I can’t take it. I can’t.”

It’s the game Dayna likes to play. She likes to pretend she’s some innocent virgin being taken against her will by the big, bad monster.

But today, I’m in no mood for her games.

“Shut up,” I snarl. “Make one more sound, and I’ll throw you out on your ass.”

Her body goes still in surprise, but I don’t let her start whining about me being mean. Instead, I press a palm flat against the center of her back and use the leverage to slam into her even harder.

She starts to scream.

“Not a sound,” I growl. “Fist in your mouth, now!”

I wait for her to obey my order before I push into her again. She can, of course, tell me to stop anytime she wants, but she likes this, no matter how much she likes to pretend otherwise.

My hips repeatedly snap as I pound into her brutally. And then I make the mistake of glancing up, and my eyes meet hers—Sienna’s.

Sienna’s big, hazel eyes stare out from the monitor, and I jolt for a second, thinking she’s found the live camera. That is until I see she’s just trying to get a book from the top of the shelf where the camera is.

She’s biting her lip again, and there’s paint on her jaw.

I forcefully tear my eyes away, my heartbeat kicking up a notch. Trailing my hands down Dayna’s back to her ass, I squeeze the flesh angrily.

My next thrust has her screaming, my fury searching for an outlet.

“Oh God, Alessandro,” she cries out.

Ivan destroyed me by ripping my brother away, and now, I’m going to destroy him by taking away what he loves most. I’m going to watch him go insane, just like I’d done.

There is nothing worse for a man than failing to protect the people under their care. When I’m done with Ivan, he’ll be nothing but a husk of a man wrecked by grief and helplessness.

Satisfaction flows through me like a hum of electricity, and a smile plays on my mouth.

I hope you’re watching, brother.

“Please, please!” Dayna pleads.

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