Page 18 of Vendetta

He slowly bent his head down, a hot breath brushing the shell of my ear causing my eyes to flutter. I had never gotten close enough to smell him in the past, but now I was suddenlyengulfed in the scent of cedarwood mixed with the mint on his breath.

“Never been seen, huh? Never properly played with?” He whispered, his voice deep and raspy in my ear as his thumb moved so painfully slow towards my nipple, my body lighting up at the feel.

I closed my eyes, betrayed by how turned on I had become. My breathing grew faster as he slipped his entire hand under my top in the next movement, his other hand still holding a bruising grip on my jaw and keeping me immobilized.

His thumb brushed across the hardened peak, toying with the metal bar before coming back to pinch it between his fingers and twirling it around. I sucked air in through my teeth, my core throbbing. He chuckled, clearly seeing how badly his touch was affecting me. My head was already spinning and all he had done was play with a single nipple. This man was dangerous, no doubt about it, if he could bring me down with so little as a soft touch.

“Tell me, princess,” He whispered, his lips now brushing my ear, “How wet are you for me right now?” I held my breath, my entire body frozen as the same hand moved down, slowly grazing over my bare stomach.

He took a small step back, once again locking his gaze with mine right before his hand slipped into my swimsuit bottoms. I let out a harsh breath, my nails clawing at the arm still wrapped around my throat. His fingers ran up and down my entrance, swirling around the slickness that was completely betraying just how aroused I was. The corner of his mouth lifted in a cruel smile at what he found.

“So fucking wet for me.” he breathed. Without warning, two fingers plunged deep inside of me. I let out an involuntary whimper at the intrusion, my hold on his arm slackening as my eyes fluttered, my head falling back against the side of the vehicle. I hated how amazing it felt.

“I saw the way you watched me while I was getting my dick sucked that day at the pool. I could practically smell the lust coming off of you, those big doe eyes taking it all in, wishing it was your pussy that I was fucking instead. Tell me, princess, what did you do after you got home? Did you slip those fingers into your pretty little cunt while you thought of me?”

My eyes flew open at his crude words, finding that his had never left mine to begin with. He studied me, taking in every inch of my face as he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting that sweet spot that forced a moan from my lips. My breathing grew faster, trying to swallow down air as he pumped harder into me, already bringing me to the edge.

My hands gripped him tighter as my climax neared, holding on to him for dear life. My entire body lit up in flames, a sensation stronger than I had ever felt before causing my brain to short-circuit. I was so close. I was about to come on Cashton’s fingers, and I couldn’t find the strength to care about how wrong that was as he continued to work his fingers inside of me, bringing every nerve ending inside of me to life.

Tension built in my abdomen, my eyes rolling back as I felt myself let go, completely at his mercy. “Open your eyes. Look at me while you soak my fingers, Landry.”

My name on his lips pushed me over the edge, stars erupting on the edges of my vision as I came all over his fingers. A moan erupted from my throat as I let it consume me, riding outevery wave until I was fully spent. My body went fully limp, my knees unable to hold me up any longer as I sunk back against the vehicle.

I had never experienced such a violent orgasm, one that curled my toes and drained me to such an extent. He held me for a few moments longer, slowly releasing his hold on my neck as I attempted to pull myself together, my body shaking. My breathing was ragged, my brain scrambling trying to put together what had just happened as I stood on shaky knees, unable to meet his gaze.

Just as quickly as it had all happened, he turned around and left me there, leaving me with nothing but Zayn’s Bronco to hold me upright as I tried to steady my breathing. Well, if my head wasn’t fucked enough from the fall earlier, it sure was now.

CHAPTER 8

CASHTON

I hadn’t planned on pushing things with Landry quite that far on Saturday, but I had to admit, the aftermath was more satisfying than I expected. Watching her return to the fire, slipping silently into the spot between her friends, was a sight to savor. Their confused glances as they exchanged silent questions, clearly wondering what had happened between us, only added to the moment.

Landry had tried her best to pull herself together, but her ‘freshly fucked’ disheveled appearance and silence for the rest of the night had given her away. I was certain the guys had noticed, though I doubted they would mention it.

For a fleeting moment, I had actually felt a little bit bad about launching her halfway across the lake. The feeling had vanished as quickly as it came. Honestly, I had expected her to come barging in screaming at me, but she had managed to keepher composure. That, more than anything, had caught me off guard.

When she had come to find me out by the car, I had been damn near ready to strangle her. It had taken everything in me to hold back, just a moment away from snapping. The outcome would have been vastly different.

But between her big blue eyes boring into me and the feel of her pulse racing under my grasp, my dick had taken over and I had taken a very different route to let out my anger.

I could never in a million years have imagined just how sweet her pussy had felt, let alone the fact that I had found it completely drenched and waiting for me. The way it had clenched around my fingers as if to welcome me home, her sweet breathy whimpers filling the air. It had been both fascinating and intoxicating, watching her face as she came apart in my hold.

But I couldn’t let it happen again.

After the fact, it hadn’t taken me long to remember why I had been out there in the first place. I had needed a breather after not only remembering that Emory was gone, but that Landry had a hand in that fact.

I knew it wasn’t solely her fault, but given that she was the only one of her pompous friend group to have made her way to Ivybrook and directly into my path, she had become my easiest and favorite target. Eventually, I would have to think of something bigger. Slinging her off of a wakeboard and telling her that I hated her were children’s games at best. I would think of something grander, now with not only Kaptan, but also Zayn at my side. I knew better than to tell TJ or Nate, knowing that they would either run to Olivia or try to talk me out of it. They weretoo soft for this. And neither of them had been there the night that everything happened. They hadn’t been witnesses to the moment my soul had shattered. Besides—the less people that knew, the better.

I wrapped my knuckles with boxing tape, making my way to one of the hanging bags to warm up while I waited on Kaptan.

I needed to think bigger. I worried that if I waited much longer to act, the girl might actually have a chance of growing on me. One of the things that had caught me off guard the most, other than her ethereal beauty and mesmerizing pussy, was the fact that she actually seemed… nice. Far from the picture I had drawn of her in my mind prior to actually meeting her.

I hadn’t stalked her by any means. I also hadn’t not stalked her. It was hard to avoid her all of the times that Emory had pointed her out when I used to pick her up from school last year. Or every time that Emory had shoved her phone in my face, showing off Landry’s newest Instagram post. It was only natural to be curious about the crowd that my little sister obsessed over.

Landry Andrews, in her little red and white cheerleading uniform and long blonde hair in a tight ponytail, always surrounded by her little minions. Emory had been fascinated by her, constantly telling me all about how she wanted to be just like Landry one day.

My hits became faster, stronger. I needed to let it out, to somehow purge this nauseating and all-consuming anger inside of me at the thought of her. Emory had been so innocent, so naive. She hadn’t seen Landry for what she truly was. It had been her downfall, and I hadn’t been there to protect her.

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