Page 76 of His Dark Vendetta

Siobhán watched me over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated. Pleasure and pain played across her face, evident in the bend of her parted lips as she got used to my size.

“Such a tight little pussy. When’s the last time you had a dick inside you?”

She shivered, and her eyes fluttered closed. I fisted her hair and slammed into her. She yelped.

“Answer me,” I said.

She opened her eyes, and they flashed with challenge. “Two years ago.”

I groaned, and my dick throbbed at the implication. I pulled until she lifted onto her knees. She tangled her fingers in my hair, elbows wide, pert breasts and thick nipples jutting. “No wonder you’re so tight. You were waiting for this dick, weren’t you?” I wrapped my other arm around her and fingered her clit. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it?”

“Unh,” she moaned, deep and throaty. Her fingers twisted in my hair, and she rocked her hips. “For now,” she taunted, barely above a whisper in her temptress voice.

I tugged on her hair. “It’s mine,” I snarled and slapped her clit. She cried out. “And I won’t let you forget it.”

I coated my fingers with her wetness, running them over her clit to where the base of my dick stretched her tight entrance. I released her hair and pushed her down until she was back on all fours.

I squeezed her hip, holding her in place, and started to move. I picked up speed until I railed her hard, slamming my hips into her. “You gonna behave, baby?”

“Never!” she cried between gasps and the slap of skin on skin.

“If you want this dick again,” I said and spread her wetness from my fingers across her other hole. She whimpered and pressed her hips back. “If you want me to make you come…” I licked my thumb, coating it, then circled her back entrance, adding just enough pressure to make her beg.

“Please! Luca! Please!”

“I told you I’d make you beg.” I slid my thumb into her ass.

She moaned, an animal-like sound that almost pushed me over the edge. “Yeah,” I said through a self-satisfied grin. “You’ll behave.”

Breathy sighs and grunts and the wet sounds of fucking filled the bedroom. I kept up the pace, pounding her pussy while dipping my thumb in and out of her ass. I was close, but I wanted to feel her come around me before I let go.

“Luca! I’m going to come!”

“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Be a good girl and come for me.” I pushed my thumb deeper, and she came apart.

She wailed, loud and unrestrained, and the walls of her pussy clenched. She squeezed my dick so tight, the sensation building in my spine erupted. I came hard—the orgasm of my life—my body shaking with each stream of cum I shot into her body. Claiming her. I never wanted to stop claiming her.

She rode out her orgasm, and I shivered through the last vestiges of mine until we stilled, spent and panting from a violent explosion years in the making.

I removed my thumb from her ass, but didn’t pull out. I didn’t want to. Not yet. I didn’t want the moment to end. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her all night and all day. For weeks. For months.

For eternity.

My mind raced trying to process those foreign, unwelcome thoughts and the way my body tingled with an impulse to wrap her in my arms and never let go.

My dick softened as I tried to make sense of what happened. I pulled out, climbed off the bed, and wandered into the master bathroom, confused and reeling. I washed my hands, grabbed a cloth, and soaked it in warm water.

Siobhán sat on the bed, propped up by the headboard and still wearing that ridiculous tank top. A muss of blonde, her hair stuck out at odd ends. One knee out to the side revealed a tiny strip of blonde and swollen lips glistening with our shared pleasure.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful.” The whispered words broke free before I could stop them.

She lowered her eyes, the pink of her already flushed cheeks deepening.

I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, propping myself up on my elbow. I cleaned between her legs, captivated by all the creamy skin and patches of tiny freckles. She watched me—I felt her following each of my near-reverent motions—and I finally caved. I looked up.

She smiled, playful and knowing, like we shared a secret neither of us wanted to admit. I searched her eyes, and in them, I finally saw the truth. She never meant to hurt me. Ever. How could she? She was in love.

The uncomfortable realization took root, twisting and winding through my insides. I struggled to swallow, the suffocating sensation clawing its way up my throat.

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