Page 13 of Dangerous Vengeance

“I won’t.” I stand up, ready for whatever he throws at me. I don’t want to suck him; I want him inside of me. So, I defy him, crossing my arms over my chest. I know how to work him up and make him angry. If he could only see the way my pussy drips right now, he’d stick it in me for sure.

“Oh, but I think you will.”

What an ass. He strokes himself harder, neck craning back a little and I shake my head at him and turn to go. “Take me back to my room,” I growl as I start toward the door, but I feel something very hard smack across the back of my knees. It drops me right there. I fall forward on my hands and whimper. “What the fuck?”

The object cracks against my ass this time, stinging and burning, and then he pulls my hair, forcing me back up to my knees. His cock is rock-hard and in my face as he pulls my hair backward until I’m staring up at him from below.

“You are a naughty girl, Natalie,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Now, open your mouth.”

I don’t even get a choice. His dick thrusts into my mouth without my consent but fuck if I don’t like it. My ass stings still from the cane in his left hand as his right hand pushes and pulls my head. He slowly thrusts into my mouth so deep his dick stretches my throat out. I gag when he buries himself to the hilt, his balls rubbing my chin, but relief comes when he backs out.

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” he growls then brings the cane down again on my ass and thighs. I can do nothing but brace myself on his legs and let him fuck my mouth as I whimper and whine. He’s working me up so much I know the instant he touches my pussy I’ll squirt on him, maybe lose control of my bladder too.

“Suck, Natalie. Suck it…” He thrusts faster now, and I let my lungs do the work, keeping pressure on his cock as it glides in and out of my mouth. Each trigger to my gag reflex makes him shudder and grunt and before I know it his salty wads of cum are spewing into my mouth. I swallow hard, hating the taste but unable to spit it out with him filling me.

Now I’m so worked up I don’t even know how he’ll finish me unless he is superman and can stay hard. Fuck, I need release. I suck him a few more times, then he pulls out and steps back, tucking his cock into his pants and zipping up.

“Get up,” he orders, so I stand on shaking legs. The cane in his hand is thick and long, bigger than the stick he used earlier this week. It felt different too, a deeper sensation than just the stinging skin. I liked it more. “Take it off,” he says, gesturing with a finger and as badly as I need him in me, I obey instantly. The dress comes off with a few tugs and I drop it to the floor.

“Shit…” I breathe, feeling the cool air waft across my moisture. I want to touch myself, but he moves toward me, so I hold my breath and brace myself for his touch.

Matty stands inches away from me. I can feel his hot breath on my face, down across my tits. His lips are full and firm, ready to kiss me. I watch them as my chest heaves. I smell myself, arousal permeating this whole room. He brings the cane up between my legs until it rides firmly against my clit, and he slides it up and down.

“The thing about lessons, Natalie, is that you have to learn something from them.”

“Yes, sir…” I grind on the cane, needing release so fucking bad, when he smirks at me.

“Flynn!”

I startle, jumping back. “What?” I won’t fuck Flynn. What is he doing?

Matty stares at me for a moment as Flynn walks in. His eyes stay fixed on mine as I stand naked in front of him and aching for his dick. “Take Natalie to her room. Dinner is over.”

“What? No!” I try to protest but Flynn hoists me onto his shoulder kicking and screaming and carries me to my room where he drops me on my bed with a lot of cussing and locks me in. I run to the door and slam my fists into it repeatedly. “You can’t do that!”

But it doesn’t matter how long I stand there banging and screaming, Matvey had his fill and he’s done with me. He’s not coming to fuck me. His lesson is learned, and I hate it. He got in my head and now I’m the one paying. I don’t know whether to give him information now or hold back. Either way the only thing I want is him inside of me in the roughest way possible.

I climb into bed feeling the ache in my body and touch myself, rubbing and smearing my cum around until I’m a quivering ball of sexual frustration. If he could see me rub off like this, he’d know he won.

Hopefully there aren’t any hidden cameras in here because the way I feel, I’ll need to do this at least three times to get relief.

8

MATTY

Isit at my desk with my laptop open, sifting through page after page of drivel on the internet. Natalie’s past is in plain sight, not even hidden at all. We take great lengths to cover things, bury them and keep our names clean, but to an innocent like Natalie, everything is public domain. Her life is an open book. I found her birth certificate and hospital records with only a few searches. She hasn’t even locked down her identity or tried to protect herself from fraud.

I found a few articles too, about her Uncle Hal and his murder. Reports were mixed and bystanders didn’t all see the same thing, but I can see how she would assume it was Bratva related. The more I research it the more I’m realizing this entire thing is fucked up. The Italians not only did the drive-by where our men were shot and her uncle was killed, but now they’re trying to pin it on us, as if we were taking out our own men.

It infuriates me, and it will piss Dominic off too. It’s not bad enough that they want to take us out physically but soiling our reputation by pinning things they did on us is next-level evil. I take a deep breath and blow it out through my nose. Natalie is even a victim.

I found a hospital record for Haven—a behavioral and mental health hospital. Their records aren’t hard to crack. It’s a major HIPAA violation to not have patient accounts secured properly. If they knew my mild hacking skills got in, I’d be thrown in prison, but more importantly the hospital would be slapped with fines and lawsuits.

I’m not interested in proving their vulnerability. I just want Natalie’s records. So I dig a little deeper, trying to remember everything Lenny taught me back in the day about getting past firewalls. It takes me several tries, but I manage to crack it and once I’m in, it’s like taking candy from a baby.

Natalie’s charts fall into my lap, every recording of every session with her therapist, the dates she stayed there, the meds they gave her. There are even detailed notes of what the therapist thought about her, which is where I start. He calls her traumatized, diagnoses her with PTSD. She watched her uncle be gunned down and was given strong beta blockers to help her cope with the anxiety. After months of treatment, she was diagnosed with severe depression and generalized anxiety disorder, and most of these notes indicate a very strong memory loss. She can’t remember things the way they were.

The pieces start to come together for me. If she doesn’t remember everything, it means she’s been using her research to replace gaps in her memory. It also means things are tied a little too closely together. She was there at the scene after months or years of investigating organized crime and the families behind it. If she got too close, maybe that hit wasn’t just about getting revenge after my brother killed an Italian. Maybe they saw the two pretty birds in the bush and the stone flew.

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