Page 75 of His Dark Vendetta

“Your cock.”

“Where do you want it?”

She raised her eyes, and a wicked smile crossed her pale pink lips. “Fucking my pussy.”

“Christ.”

I wanted her. I’d wanted her from the first day I spied her across the lobby at Terme. And that desire, that need, had never ebbed. Even after I found out there was more to her story, after she pushed my buttons, after I took her to the bridge…

“On your knees,” I growled.

She scrambled onto all fours, and I climbed onto the bed behind her. Misshapen scars from where the bullets exited marred her back’s otherwise smooth skin, and I wanted to kill that fucker O’Doyle all over again. The instinct to protect her, to claim her and make her mine, had me grinding my teeth.

She looked back expectantly from behind the fall of her hair. I gathered it in my fist and pulled her to her knees. She pressed her back against my front, and her nails dug into the sides of my thighs, the same position as when she’d clung to me on the bridge.

I clung to her that night too, not wanting to let go. I’d end my torture and avenge my father, but not if it meant losing Siobhán.

The realization rocked me, but I couldn’t ignore the truth. I wanted this woman in ways that defied reason, and I hated myself for what it was doing to me. She made me forget who I was and what I wanted. I was Luca Moretti, and I wanted revenge, revenge against her family. Instead, all I could think about was how good it would feel to finally sink into Siobhán Connelly.

I slid my free hand up her shirt and found her nipple. “Do you want this big dick inside you?” I snarled the words in her ear.

“Yes,” she said, her breath coming in short gasps.

I tightened my grip on her hair, yanked her head back, and squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple. “Tell me you want a fucking, Siobhán.”

She blinked, and her throat at this angle bobbed through a swallow. I rocked my hips forward, pressing my erection into her ass. Her soft skin against my hard dick was heaven.

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for two years, Luca.” Her declaration was rich and sultry. “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me since the day we met.”

I released her breast and ran my fingers across her bottom lip. She sucked them into her mouth and tongued them, the same as when she’d blown me that night at Vesuvio.

“That mouth,” I said and bit her shoulder, careful not to prick her with my fangs. They’d elongated, not fully, but enough that if I wasn’t careful, I’d nick her again. I moved my nips and licks up her neck to her ear. “So wicked.” I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and tugged on it with my teeth.

I pulled her hair, forcing her head onto my shoulder. “Are you ready to be punished for all that mouthing off?” I shoved my hand down the front of her thong, feeling my way through the moist strip of hair to her clit. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger.

“Ah!” She sucked in a breath and scratched her fingernails up my thighs. “Yes!”

“Are we safe to fuck without a rubber?”

“Yes,” she said between panting breaths.

“Thank fuck.” I wanted to feel her. We’d stripped away all pretense, and I wanted nothing left between us.

I sucked on her neck one last time, wishing I could sink my fangs into her flesh, but released her instead, pushing away temptation. “On your hands,” I ordered, and she obeyed.

I spread her legs with my knees, grabbed her ass, and squeezed. I tilted her hips up, opening her to me. The pale skin around her pussy was slick with desire, and the white string of lace against her pink, swollen flesh an indecent invitation.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I grabbed the thong at her waist and ripped the strip of fabric from her body. She yelped and her body jerked, but she thrust her hips back and tilted her ass up, welcoming me.

I ran the head of my dick through her folds, coating myself with her wetness and teasing her opening. She squirmed and wiggled with each swipe. I couldn’t wait any longer. I lined myself up with her entrance and sank into her until I felt her pussy against my balls.

She cried out, a yelp of pain and a moan of pleasure.

I pressed my hips forward, bottoming out with a grunt. “Holy fuck, you’re tight.”

I inched my dick, slick with her cum, out of her tight heat, then plunged back into her warm depths. Her body stretched to accommodate me but squeezed me like a vise, a perfect sheath made for my pleasure and my pleasure alone.

Moving in and out of her tight little cunt, watching my thick cock stretch her pussy wide and take my length… It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. The visual alone was enough to make me come, never mind the lewd noises she made with each thrust.

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