Page 51 of Final Vendetta

She instantly did as I asked, willingly obeying my command.

I didn’t approach her right away, even though the mere sight of her like this made me want to explode, especially when I noticed how slick with desire her thighs were. Instead, I took a moment to appreciate how beautiful she was. How perfect she was.

Howmineshe was.

After several long moments, she glanced over her shoulder. “What are you?—”

“I told you. Face forward. Unless you want to be punished.”

She snapped her gaze forward once more. But I could see the effect my words had on her, a shiver rolling through her body.

My steps echoed in the room as I moved closer before crawling on the bed behind her.

“You like that, don’t you?” I curved toward her, biting her neck as I ran my hand up her leg. “Like the idea of being punished.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, remaining silent. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I knew how much she struggled to give voice to her darker desires. I wanted her to be free with me. She was willing to accept the darkest parts of my soul. And I was more than happy to cater to the darker parts of hers.

“It’s okay,” I murmured. “Don’t fight it. Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes…what?”

“I like the idea of being punished.”

I moved my hand down her thigh, slipping it between her trembling legs and pinching her clit. As I did, she moved against me. I immediately stopped, landing a hard smack to her ass.

She yelped, but based on how wet she was, I could tell she enjoyed it.

“You want me to spank you?” I leaned closer again, rubbing my hand along her ass. “Do you think that’s an appropriate punishment for failing to follow orders?”

“Yes,” she moaned, grinding against me, desperate for my touch.

“Good girl.” I nibbled on her neck once more. “But that leads to another question… Do I spank your ass?”

Straightening, I reeled back and landed a blow to her ass, eliciting another yelp, which turned into a moan when I caressed the reddened skin.

“Or your pussy?”

She sucked in a breath, but didn’t do anything to put an end to our game. Instead, she spread her legs even more, inviting me to do as I pleased.

I licked my lips, praying I’d last long enough to get through this when my cock was practically begging for me to finally thrust into her. Then I landed a soft slap against her pussy. She didn’t even flinch or show any sign of discomfort. Instead, she rocked into the sensation, burying her face in the pillow as if overwhelmed.

“Mmm…,” I crooned, leaning over her and taking her earlobe between my teeth. “Seems you enjoy that one even more. And like I just promised… I’ll always give you exactly what you need.”

Leaving her with one last nibble on her neck, I straightened again, lightly hitting her pussy with my hand, starting her out easy. But as my own desperation to get off increased, so did my rhythm and intensity. Her moans mixed with yelps and groans until she couldn’t control it anymore, her screams filling the room as another orgasm ripped through her.

I didn’t give her a chance to come down. I couldn’t.

I grabbed her hips and thrust into her, relief consuming me from the feel of her still clenching walls around me. I didn’t take it slow. Instead, I went after her like a man obsessed. And that was exactly what I was. I was utterly obsessed with this woman. With the way she made me feel.

With the way she accepted me, regardless of my faults.

Or maybe she accepted mebecauseof my faults.

I hated that it took me this long to finally realize this.

I tried to hold on, tried to prolong it, but it had been so long since I allowed myself to give in to my needs like this. Before I could stop it, I spilled into her, my body jerking and spasming through my release. I moved my hands down her arms, linking my fingers with hers as I struggled to come down from the high only this woman could give me.

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