Page 32 of Vendetta

He tore himself away from me, my mind protesting the sudden absence of his body against mine. We both panted heavily, our eyes meeting as if in question. I felt exposed, my body on full display for him as he stood fully clothed.

His eyes turned conflicted, and it seemed almost as if he was currently at war with himself, trying to decide where to go from here. I noticed anger swirling in those beautiful green eyes of his, mixed with lust and confusion, and I wished more thananything that I could know what was going through his mind in that moment.

He still hadn’t moved, stiff as a statue with the exception of the fists that clenched and unclenched at his sides. Working up the courage to approach him, I took a step forward, bridging the gap between us and sliding my hand back underneath his jacket and slowly lifting the material, my eyes never leaving his. I was able to bring it up to his chest, needing his help to get it the remainder of the way thanks to his towering height. Standing less than a foot away from him, he continued looking down at me, his stone face unreadable. Slowly, I managed to get the jacket all the way off before moving down to his pants, working to undo his belt followed by the button on his jeans.

You could have heard a pin drop with how loud the silence was. His body looked tense, as if he could snap at any moment. A predator ready to strike. I cautiously slid the tips of my fingers past his waistline, his breathing turning heavier as I made my way down further until I grazed his hard length. My eyes widened as I explored further, swallowing down a gulp as I wrapped my hand around his cock, the sheer size drastically larger than I could have imagined.

Something in him snapped, and in the next breath, he was grabbing my head with both hands, mouth devouring mine as he slammed me back into the counter. He consumed me, lighting every inch of me on fire as my pussy throbbed, needing him inside of me.

He bent down and grabbed me by the backs of my thighs, easily lifting me and throwing me back onto the counter. I reached for his pants, all hesitation gone as I shoved them down as far as I could, our kiss never breaking. He gripped the back ofmy hair so hard that tears stung in the backs of my eyes, his other hand reaching down between us to grab his length, wasting no time as he placed it at my entrance. A beat passed, a silent question before he finally inserted himself in one thrust.

My breath caught in my throat and I cried out at the intrusion. His dick impaled me as he drove it to the hilt, my eyes rolling to the back of my skull. My body desperately tried to adjust to his size as he began pounding into me, not bothering to slow down as his grip around my waist turned bruising, pinning me in place.

The pain quickly shifted to pleasure, the curve of his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of me and rapidly driving me to the edge. The adrenaline from earlier had my body on edge, every touch causing my nerve endings to go haywire. I felt myself combust, my toes curling and stars exploding behind my vision as I came, a loud moan spilling from my lips and filling the kitchen around us.

He continued to pound into me as I clung on to him for dear life, my nails digging into his bare back as the sensations became overwhelming. I had never felt so full. His length continued to assault that spot inside of me over and over, and I felt like I might die. The arm around my waist tightened further, trapping me against him as I tried to squirm away, the one in my hair yanking hard enough to make my scalp burn.

I leaned into him, resting my forehead against his chest as he continued to fuck me, his movements hard and punishing. I bit down into his shoulder to keep my moans from being heard, clamping down until I tasted the metallic tang of his blood hitting my tongue.

“Fuuuck.” He growled, thrusting into me even harder.

I was quickly reaching the edge, my second orgasm racing at me like a freight train. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, the hand around my waist moved between us, thumb pressing down on my clit.

My body convulsed as I completely shattered, letting out a scream as a tidal wave consumed me, my soul leaving my body. My core clenched around Cashton’s cock, squeezing him like a vise and driving him to the edge with me as I felt him stiffen inside of me, letting out a deep groan.

He captured my mouth with his, swallowing my moans as I came apart. The kissing turned gentler as the high washed over us, my body going slack.

He remained inside of me, both of us panting heavily as we tried to catch our breaths. A few moments passed before he slowly pulled himself out, the warm wetness seeping down my thighs in the process.

Taking in the sight of him, I noticed the few drops of blood dripping down his shoulder and across the tiger tattoo on his chest, the two crescent-shaped marks I had left with my teeth now red and angry. The small cut on the side of his throat had stopped bleeding, but a faint trail of dried blood still marked his skin.

My entire body felt weak, all of my energy fully drained from the fight earlier, followed by the two most intense orgasms that I had ever felt in my life.

Neither of us dared move, the only sounds being our breathing. All of the emotions from today hit me at once. I had been abducted, locked in a cage, assaulted, and then thoroughly fucked, all in the span of a few hours. And to top it all off, I still hadn’t eaten since this morning.

Fatigue hit me like a brick. My eyes felt heavy and my body felt numb, and I doubted I would even be able to stand on my own if my feet hit the ground.

Cashton hadn’t moved from between my legs, hands braced on the counter on either side of me and head hanging down.

I looked over his shoulder to the dog crate still sitting in the corner, tears pricking the backs of my eyes at the thought of spending the night in there. Not to mention the fact that I was completely naked, my torn sleep set now lying at our feet.

I remembered how trapped I had felt, completely vulnerable as Conner and Levi had toyed with me. How scared I had been. A tear slipped free, my body and mind far too weak to try to stop it from happening.

“Please don’t put me back in there.” I whispered.

Cashton tensed, still not looking at me, and I felt so lost not knowing what was going through his mind. Would he really put me back in there? After everything I had gone through tonight?

Seconds passed before he abruptly shoved himself away from me, slapping the counter in the process and causing me to jolt. He didn’t look at me or offer a single word as he bent down to grab his hoodie off of the ground, proceeding to storm out of the penthouse.

CHAPTER 16

CASHTON

I had driven straight to Savage Strike after leaving Landry at the penthouse. I had fucked up. Bad.

When I had walked into the apartment to find her standing there, cornered like a wild animal, I had absolutely lost it. White hot rage had come over me, every ounce of my blood an inferno. The petrified look in her blue eyes as they had met mine, wide with horror and despair, had been one of the worst sights that I had ever beheld. No woman ever deserved to feel that powerless. And the fact that it was Landry had only enraged me further. She was mine.

But the lines were getting blurred, and I had royally fucked up. I let my mind wander to the throb from the markings she had left on me. Her teeth breaking skin had single-handedly been the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Her wanton moans and little whimpers as I had pounded into her played in my head like a new favorite song. And then I had just left her up there by herself, like the complete asshole that I was.

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