Page 20 of Dangerous Vengeance

“I… don’t… know…” she chokes out. Her frantic expression infuriates me. I loosen my grip and she gasps for breath. “What are you going to do? Rape me?” Her words slice through my heart. I know what she’s doing, and it just might work. I will not harm her like that, not after what happened to my mother. But I will dominate her, teach her a lesson. I stare into her eyes and pull my hand away.

“If you don’t tell me the name of your source, I will have to kill you, or Dominic will.” I clench my hand into a fist, and she glares at me. Her nostrils flare in a defiant way, as if she’s telling me she will not submit to my orders. No one rebels against me.

“They took my phone and smashed it. That was the only way I had to contact the source other than a single email they sent.” She hugs her arms over her chest. It’s a move of self-preservation, or it would be if it didn’t make her tits bulge up ever so slightly. I notice it, and she notices me looking.

“Hmmm…” My dick twitches. I lick my teeth and then stare her in the eye. This tense standoff is interesting. It’s like she is waiting for me to either hurt her or fuck her, and I hadn’t come in here with the intention to do either, but seeing the way her chest heaves, the lust haze over her eyes. Maybe I will take advantage of that.

“So, if you want it you’re out of luck.”

I grab her by the back of the head, hair gripped tightly in my fist. “Oh, I’m not out of luck. You’re going to give it to me…” I shove her onto the bed, and she lands with a bounce and another whimper.

“The information?” she asks, crawling away, but I grab her ankle and pull her back as I open the fly of my pants. Just thinking about fucking her has me rock hard.

“No, your pussy,” I growl, freeing my dick.

Natalie whimpers but I see the half smirk on her face as I climb on top of her, pinning her into the mattress face down. She squeals and pushes as if she’s trying to get away as I rip her t-shirt off and toss it. She has a scar on her back I never noticed, and she isn’t fighting me as strongly as the last few times. Maybe I’m finally breaking her.

“Get off me!” she yells, twisting until she manages to turn over. I peel my shirt over my head and throw it too, my dick standing upright through the fly of my jeans.

“Hmm, that’s not what you want, Natalie. I know you. You want me to fuck you so hard right now, don’t you? You’ll be begging for my cock any second.”

“Go to hell,” she snarls, and her glare excites me.

“I’m already there, baby.”

I grab her by the hair and yank her head back as I jerk my pants down, exposing my dick. Natalie looks at it, her eyes wide. I love the look of surprise on her face, but I don’t want to give her a chance to change her mind. I shove my cock in her mouth so fast that she chokes.

"You’re not going to win this,” she says, pulling away. She resists me but I know she wants it.

I hold her head firmly and shove myself back into her. I fuck her mouth, forcing her lips up and down on my dick. Her tits are bouncing, and I can’t help but grope one while I work her mouth.

“Shut up,” I growl. “You’re not going to win this game. You’ve given up. You want it. You want me to fuck you.” Her eyes are watering, and she looks like she’s about to cry. I’m enjoying myself. Every time her throat tightens around me in a gag, it sends waves of arousal through my body.

“Mmm,” she grunts, and she gasps as I thrust my cock deeper, holding her head still and pulling her hair. Her eyes flutter closed, and she swallows. The muscles in her throat grip me, milking me.

“That’s right,” I say, pulling her hair again. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?” Her eyes are watering, and I fuck her mouth faster. She chokes again, but I don’t let up. “You want it all, don’t you?” My dick slides into her throat over and over, and each time she gags it squeezes me, sending my pulse racing.

Natalie pulls away and I let her, shoving my dick at her face. She’s gasping for air, but she nods. "Mmm," she groans and covers her mouth. She's breathing hard as I tug her shorts off, then my slacks. As I move to climb on the bed again, she turns over in an attempt to get away again.

"No, you don't," I hiss, pinning her down. If she won't play nice, she will get the monster. Her creamy skin is too white, too pure. It needs a nice pink tint to it. I reel back and smack her.

"Shit," she moans. She's not even protesting this at all. It's too easy. She needs to fight me. So, I smack her ass hard again, and she yelps. "Now you're talking," I say, and I smack her again. Her ass is bright red and she's writhing under me, her pussy dripping wet. I lower my face to her hot, wet lips and I lick her all over. I taste her sweet juices and I shove my tongue inside. She gasps and her hips buck, pushing her pussy into my face.

"Oh my god," she moans. "I hate you."

"You love it," I say, and I shove my tongue even further, pushing her legs apart to get to it. I shove my tongue into her hole and fuck her with it as hard as I can. She's crying out, her fists beating against the bed. I pull away and grab her hair, jerking her head up. She gasps. "Now you're going to get it."

"No please," she begs. "I'll be good."

"I don't want you to be good," I growl. Her eyes widen as I grab my shaft and guide it towards her pussy. "I want you to be bad for me." I want her to resist, make this more fun.

She moans as I push into her, grabbing her tits from beneath and squeezing them. She's wet and warm and her tight pussy grips my cock. I pull back, then shove it back into her and she cries out. I know I'm being rough, but I don't care. I want her to feel it. I want her to know that this is what happens when you don't give me what I want. I want her to know what it feels like to be controlled. I want her to know I own her.

"I'm going to make you scream," I say, and I start fucking her harder. She moans and bucks her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. I pull my hand back and smack her ass again, and she cries out. "That's it," I say. "Scream for me."

Natalie's eyes are wide and she's biting her lip. I reach down and grab her hair, yanking her head back. "I'm going to make you beg for my cock," she says. "I'm going to make you take it. And you're going to love every goddamn second."

"Fuck you," she says, but she's saying it in a way that makes me want to fuck her even harder. I have her pinned down and she's not fighting me. She's moaning and begging for more. I feel like I could fuck her all night.

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