Page 12 of Vow of Vengeance
Whatever she's dreaming of, it must be pleasant. I'm glad for her, happy she's getting a reprieve from the nightmares I watched her struggle through the first few nights I watched her. I'm glad that she can sleep so peacefully next to me that it procures good dreams... until she says something.
It's just a whisper, little more than a breath, and I pause, wondering whether I heard what I think I just did. My heart all but stops beating to assist me in being able to hear her, so that when she says his name again, I hear it clearly this time.
"Vin..."
My stomach turns as rage floods my veins, an acrid sort of necrosis spreading through me.
I had her screaming my name, just the way I said I would. I thought that was all the victory I needed, to know that she recognized the source of her pleasure, her liberation, was me.And now, in her most unconscious nature, her mind reverts tohim?
I don't think, no longer wanting to torture myself when she's doing it so well on her own. My vision is scarlet, everything tainted red by the rage tunneling within me.
I toss the sheets to the side, barely taking the moment to enjoy her naked body, watching her face to see if she wakes.
When she doesn't, I swing on top of her in one fluid motion, straddling her thighs.
Rage and need have my cock hard and aching, and her hot body does the rest. She's still slick from our earlier adventures as I press the tip of my cock to her slit. She moans a little but doesn’t stir yet.
My fingertips ghost around her neck just as I line up with her entrance, but I don't squeeze... not until I shove inside of her in one long, fluid motion, hitting so deep that I think I could come out through her throat.
Her eyes fly open at the intrusion, panic flaring on her pretty face. Her eyes are wild, and she looks about to open her mouth in a scream when awareness seems to dawn through her confusion.
I steal the moment, giving her neck a squeeze as I stay buried deep inside of her, holding her hostage in the moment. She opens her mouth, presumably to ask what's going on, to yell, to fight me. Maybe to call out for her useless fucking husband again. I don't give her the chance, shoving my fingers inside her mouth and pressing down on her tongue until she gags. But she doesn't bite me this time, staring at me through watery eyes as I focus on not killing her.
Part of me wants to squeeze harder, enjoying the pulse of her pussy in time with the blood rushing just below my fingertips. Part of me wants to see her turn red, beg me for mercy, recognizing me finally as her judge, juror, and god. But I won't kill her.
I love her too much, so I focus on making sure that my grip is in the right place, that I'm compressing her carotid and not her trachea.
"You were dreaming of him." I snap, unable to even say his name. If I never think of her husband again, it will be too soon. "I told you I was going to fuck him out of your pretty little head, but I guess it didn't work, did it?"
She tries to say something, but whatever it is, it's unintelligible, her words slurred thanks to my grip on her tongue. "When you sleep in bed next to me, you don't think of your husband. You don'tdreamof him."
Distantly, a part of me knows that this jealousy I feel is unfounded, unfair to her. She can't control her dreams, and he was a significant part of her life. I can't expect her to never think of him again, and I know that. But the part of me that's buried up to the hilt inside her quivering pussy doesn't want to acknowledge as much.
"I own you, Soren. Heart, body, soul. What you haven't yet given to me, you will... in time." I sigh, holding so tight to the last of my resolve that I have to let it out through gritted teeth. "This pussy..." My hips buck of their own accord, desperate to move, to feel the friction of her warm walls squeezing me. "That's mine. Starting now, you don't even get to play with it without my permission. Understood?"
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with bewilderment and disbelief, and maybe even lust. She tries to nod, but she can't get enough motion to do so. She's trapped, just the way she deserves to be. Just the way I need her to be to drive her husband out of her mind.
The sleep that she was in must have been a deep one, because she still seems disoriented, not entirely conscious as I fuck her. And that simply won't do. In sleep, she can think of him. Her mind can turn to the man who she expected to spend foreverwith and forget that I am her prison, so I won't let her sleep through this. She was half asleep when I fucked her last time, and still I made her scream for me.
Not this time. Now I need her fire.
"Star fishing isn't an option here, little bird. You want my cock?"
Her eyes are wide with confusion, her hips bucking against mine to try and prompt me to move. I don't, enjoying being inside her without any urgency, feeling her grip me in a desperate attempt to entice me to do something. I run a hand up her chest, pinching a nipple between my fingers so that her eyes open wider, surprise rounding her lips into the perfect O... a lovely place to put my cock. I slip out of her and when she doesn't answer, I repeat the question.
"Do you want my cock?"
"Yes." Her voice is small, shaking with need or fear as I fist my length, spreading her wet warmth over me.
"Then you'll have to work for it."
I don't give her a chance to ask how, dragging her to the edge of the bed so that when I stand, bracing my hands on her shoulders, she stays pinned to the bed, her head lying off the side. The red on her face from all the blood rushing to her brain is beautiful, but not as beautiful as the sound she makes when she realizes what I expect her to do.
She opens her mouth, presumably to argue with me, and I take advantage, sinking my cock past her lips.
Her hot mouth is a pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt.
“Fuck!” I hiss, trying to gain control of myself as she panics beneath me.
