Page 10 of Dangerous Vengeance

Glaring at him, I let him insert his fingers into my mouth and I suck the salty-sweet moisture from them as he whips me again and again, each time drawing a yelp of pain from my lips. "Did you learn yet? Do you want more?"

Fuck do I want more, but I won't tell him. I want his cock in me now. "Fuck you," I spit, biting his finger, and this time his hand comes down hard on the back of my thighs, taking my knees right from under me. I hang there, moaning and catching my breath as he presses his body against mine, pinning me to the door.

"You asked for this. You are the reason men like me exist. You are the reason I have to hurt you, because you need it." Matty's hand is suddenly on my throat, pushing me into the door, his mouth tearing at the skin on my neck. I cry out in pain and pleasure as he grabs my hips and thrusts his cock between my ass cheeks. "You're going to learn to obey me or you're going to end up in a wooden box. You know that?"

I know. I'm going to a wooden box either way. I press my forehead against the door and groan as he slides into me, fucking me from behind. His teeth sink into my skin, and I feel them break the surface. I let out a whimper as he fills me and fucks me.

"Say it," he growls in my ear. "Say you understand."

"I understand," I pant, and then moan over and over. I'm breathless, hanging from my bonds whimpering in desire.

"Good girl," he growls. His teeth are still in my skin, but the pain is quickly being replaced by pleasure. He fucks me deeply, each thrust of his cock sending shuddering waves up my spine. He bites me again, lower this time, and I moan louder, my pussy clenching around him. He reaches around and his fingers find my clit, and he begins to rub it rapidly.

I feel my orgasm begin to build. I can feel the pressure in my belly rising, thickening, and I feel like I'm going to burst. Matty fucks me harder, his fingers flying over my clit, and I feel myself falling over the edge. I'm crying out, my pussy on fire, my body aching and exhausted. I'm coming, and I can barely keep my toes on the ground.

Matty bites my neck one more time, and then I feel his cock swell and pulse as he comes inside me. He pulls out and my knees buckle. I hang there again, spent and winded. I'm gasping for breath, my pussy throbbing, my body covered in sweat. I'm exhausted. Without notice he reaches up and cuts the rope and I drop to the floor. My wrists are still bound, but my shoulders feel instant relief, and the afterglow surges through me so I don’t even notice the tear on my pussy anymore.

He walks over to his pants and puts them on like nothing even happened and all I can do is curl into a ball and watch him as he dresses. My body is damp with sweat, my hair still wet and cold from the shower. The way he makes me feel is sinful and I hate it and love it at the same time.

“We killed your boss, so you can’t think he’s going to rescue you now. Do you even want to be rescued?” As he asks, he buttons the cuffs of his shirt sleeves.

“You killed Sheffield?” I ask, not sitting up. I have no doubt in my mind that he did. It’s shocking though to hear he’s dead.

“Yeah, and when we’re done with you, we’ll kill you too. So it’s probably a good thing you like being my sex toy so much. It keeps you alive longer.” He winks at me but doesn’t even crack a smile. His scowl is forever etched on his face.

“I’m not your fucking toy, and I’m not telling you anything.” I force myself to sit up and feel searing pain shoot down my arms. My shoulders feel out of place from hanging like that. My pussy aches too, while still tingling from sex. How on earth can it feel so amazing and raw at the same time?

“I’m so sorry you feel that way.” He tucks his shirt in and buttons his pants and I glare at him.

“I hate you.” I do hate him, right? So why do I like sex with him? And why did being whipped like that make me come so hard?

Matty kneels in front of me and pushes some hair out of my face before untying me. “I’m sure you do. Now, we are going to get into that newspaper and get your laptop, and you’re going to enter the password for us like a good girl, or I will have to teach you another lesson.” He cups my cheek gently as if I’m his pride and joy and I grit my teeth and look away. Sex is supposed to be between two people who love each other, not this carnal display of lust. I feel ashamed of myself. I’ve gone against everything my parents taught me and I loved it.

“I’ll be back, Natalie, and maybe next time you’ll have an audience for the show you put on. Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Because I have a feeling that might be lesson three.”

Matty stands and walks away, and I shudder at the thought of his massive dick inside my ass. If he thinks stealing my laptop is going to be easy, he’s wrong. That building is so layered in security there is no way he’s getting in. And he won’t get my password either. He would literally have to slit my throat and promise to save me if I gave it to him. Given what he’s been doing to me and what he did to Sheffield, he deserves to go down.

“Because of my uncle…” I look down, ashamed for even answering the question he asked yesterday.

“What?” He stops by the door and looks over his shoulder.

“I started hunting your family because my uncle was murdered by someone in the Bratva.” I sucked in a deep breath and continued. “Just so you know it wasn’t Sheffield's doing, and he was entirely innocent. You didn’t have to kill him.”

Matty looks at me with a cynical smirk and shakes his head, then walks out and locks the door behind himself. I hope he drowns in guilt. With my luck, he’ll come back eager for more because murdering innocent people energizes him.

God, what have I gotten myself into?

6

MATTY

Ilock the door behind me, leaving Natalie to think about what I said. If she knows we’ve taken Sheffield out, perhaps she’ll be a bit more cooperative. All I need from her is the laptop and proof that the only place her research exists is on that hard drive. I’ve already sent the information Sheffield gave me off to our tech guy, Lenny. He’s working on searching the entire network and Sheffield’s computer by hacking it. That will eliminate a lot of doubt.

Still, as I walk down the hallway away from Natalie’s door, I can’t help but wonder why she told me the reason she’s looking into us. Her uncle was murdered, and she thinks it was someone in our family. It gives me a bit of sympathy toward her. I’m not a monster, after all. My own mother was assaulted when I was just a child, and following that, her mental health deteriorated so badly to the point she took her own life.

I descend the stairs, heading to retrieve my laptop and I think about Mom. I wasn’t even a teen then, just in grade school. I don’t remember much of the details, just the stark feeling of emptiness and loneliness when I missed her after the funeral. All of us suffered back then, but Dominic blamed himself, that he wasn’t able to stop her killer. All I know is it put a soft spot in my armor, a weakness that should my father find out existed would be vigorously removed from me. He has his ways—brainwashing, beating, the like.

I’m not a weak man, but I do find myself relating to Natalie. If she is truly out for revenge, I can see how that would motivate her to do stupid things, like snooping around the Bratva and getting herself killed. And it makes sense that they never found her uncle’s killer if it really was mob-involved. We have too many men on the police force to deny a cover up.

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