Page 45 of Vendetta

Taking a moment to decide how I wanted to play this, I finally straightened my shoulders and crawled my way towards Cashton on all fours. I could have tapped out of the game, but that would have been too easy. He wanted to play? I was going to show him that I could play right back.

His eyes stayed locked onto mine as I made my advance, his tall form leaning back on his hands with legs outstretched directly in front of him. The man oozed confidence. I watched as his dark hair fell slightly into his eyes, those green irisesdarkening as a dare passed through them, his lips quirking in the slightest. I continued until I reached him, crawling over his long legs as I planted my arms on either side of him, hovering my mouth over his. Lust clouded his hooded eyes as they lowered to my lips, his face turning slightly more serious.

“Get,” I whispered against his mouth, our faces mere centimeters apart. “Fucked.”

His eyes snapped to mine as the group burst out in a chorus ofooooh’s andburn’s. A cruel smile curved on my face, his jaw clenching as the vein in his neck pulsed. Wrath burned in his hardened features. But I didn’t take a moment to acknowledge any of that, as I slipped off of him and turned to his right, grabbing Courtney’s stunned face with both of my hands and slamming my mouth over hers.

I shoved my tongue down her throat, her lips parting for me as I threw a leg over her lap, straddling her and grinding my body against hers. She didn’t fight me back, her entire body frozen in shock for a moment before she lifted a hesitant hand and weaved it through the back of my hair. I put on the performance of my life, devouring her mouth before dragging her bottom lip through my teeth, letting it out with a pop.

The entire party went wild, cheers coming from every direction as I finally pulled back, not sparing a glance at Cashton as I stood up and walked back to my seat, swaying my hips in the process.

That had felt absolutely amazing, my confidence skyrocketing and the adrenaline giving me a euphoric high as I made it back to my spot and offered Cashton a saccharine smile. He grabbed his Dos XX, a generous sip making its way down histhroat as he shot me a vicious look, letting me know that I had won this round. And oh, did it feel good.

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I made my way upstairs, finding Olivia and TJ’s master bedroom and digging through the closet until I found a cream cashmere sweater. One of Zayn’s drunk friends had spilled nearly an entire cup of beer down the front of my sweater, the stench nauseating as I remembered Conner and Levi’s hot breaths in my ear that night.

Making my way to the master bathroom and locking the door, I tore off my sweater and dampened one of the hand towels, using it to wipe down my skin until it no longer felt sticky. Pulling the oversized sweater over my head, I adjusted it to where it hung off of one shoulder before giving myself a quick once-over and heading back out into the bedroom.

But as soon as I pulled the door open, I ran directly into a hard chest, Cashton shoving me back into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Oh shit.

His eyes hadn’t calmed in the slightest since the spin the bottle incident, and I was suddenly beginning to regret my decision to humble him in front of the entire group. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher the look on his face, the intense gaze promising retribution. I audibly swallowed, my head tilting back as I held his gaze, refusing to cower down.

This man had already seen me vulnerable on more occasions than I wanted to admit, and I was done letting him do so. If he thought he could scare me, he was dead wrong. Or atthe very least, I would no longer let him see the impact he had on me. Game on.

“Hey, Cashton. Lovely seeing you here. Now if you don’t mind, I have a party to get back to.” I smiled sweetly, patting him on the chest and attempting to make my way around him.

A rough hand grabbed my hair, yanking me back into the bathroom before forcing me towards the marble counter and slamming my upper body face down onto it. His hold on my hair didn’t relent, my cheek pressed down on the cool surface as I struggled to free myself.

“That was a cute little act, princess,” he spoke, his voice low and menacing. “Quite the show.”

I whimpered as his grip tightened, the burn in my scalp causing tears to prick the backs of my eyes. Heat flooded between my legs, my traitorous body instantly aroused by the domineering presence at my back. I couldn’t remember at what point my body and mind decided that they loved things rough, but I must have missed the memo because the revelation was new to me.

“You can play all you want, but you need a reminder whose game you’re playing,” he threatened, before reaching a hand down to cup me between my legs, his rough palm rubbing over the material of my leggings.

A soft moan slipped through my lips before I could stop it, and I could practically feel him grinning behind me at the sound. I would be revolted at the thought of anybody else touching me like this, but something about the fact that it was him made it oh so pleasurable.

“You like it, don’t you princess? When I take control of your body? When I own you like this?”

I forced my lips shut, anger and lust shooting through me at his words. I struggled harder, but he didn’t so much as budge as his hand continued rubbing me. I needed more, needed to feel him inside of me.

“I bet if I pulled these leggings down right now, I would already find you soaked and ready for me,” he challenged, and my body stilled, knowing that he was right.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the waistband of my leggings and pulled down, the cool air immediately brushing my exposed skin. Goosebumps ran down the backs of my thighs, my pussy throbbing as it awaited his touch. His fingers reached down to slide across my entrance, swirling the wetness over my clit, before bringing them up and holding them in front of my face for me to see.

“Just what I thought,” he let out a dark chuckle. “Already dripping for me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassment coursing through me.

“Such a pretty little pussy.”

A loud smack rang through the room, pain spreading through my butt cheek as his hand came down to meet it. I let out a gasp, the sharp pain shooting straight to my center. Another slap rang through the bathroom, my other cheek stinging this time. My pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing but air. I needed him to fill me, needed the feel of his cock inside of me or I would go mad. As if reading my mind, I heard his belt unbuckle, the sound echoing through the spacious bathroom.

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

His voice was gravely and low, control radiating through the words. I kept my lips pressed together, refusing to give in to him. A finger ran over my reddened behind, making its way down my thigh painfully slow as I shivered from the touch. But still, I refused to speak, forcing my mind to remain in control over my body. My core throbbed, the cool air grazing my clit as I bit back another moan. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out, needing reprieve. His hand continued to press my face down into the counter, my body immobilized.

“Tell me how badly you need to be fucked, Landry.”

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