Page 49 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“Oh God,” I moan, sucking in huge lungfuls of air.
His hand grasps my chin, forcing my head back so I have no choice but to look into his dark green, sadistic eyes.
An evil smile curls at his lips as both them and his chin glistens with my juices.
“You’re a sick bastard, Leon Dunn,” I spit.
His smile widens but he doesn’t say anything, instead, he shoves two fingers deep into my mouth.
“Lick them clean.”
My eyes narrow on his, my hate burning through them but as much as I want to defy him, I find my tongue lapping at his digits, my own tastes exploding in my mouth as his eyes flare with desire.
I suck on them, making him groan, and just before he pulls them free, I sink my teeth down into his skin.
Immediately, the coppery taste of his blood fills my mouth.
“You fucking bitch.”
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? You’re nothing but a scared little boy, Leon Dunn. A scared, broken, little boy who doesn’t think he’s worth anything.”
His hand clamps over my mouth, stopping my wicked words. He pushes me backward and I don’t fight it.
He needs to hear these things, he needs to properly deal with what happened and if that means he needs to hurt, then so be it.
I’ll make it hurt because I know it’s the only way to heal.
I’ll also be right here to take all of it from him.
We don’t stop until we’re in the bathroom. He spins me, forcing me over the counter, my chest pressing against the cool marble, my nipples pebbling against the smooth surface.
His eyes hold mine in the mirror as his chest heaves.
My words hit their target, I can see the hurt in his depths and he hates me for it.
Good.
“You finished?” he asks, taking a risk I won’t keep taunting him when he removes his hand from my mouth, although he doesn’t move it very far because it just slips down to my throat, squeezing in warning.
“Are you?” I quip.
His jaw ticks giving me the answer I already knew.
“You want to drown in the darkness of your past?” I ask him, holding his stare. “I’m more than happy to go down with you, Lee. But it’s not going to be easy. Pasts like ours are messy, painful. And until you accept what you’ve been through, you’re never going to see the light.”
I don’t even realize he’s pulled himself out until I feel the hard head of his cock at my entrance.
“Shit,” I cry as he thrusts forward.
My feet leave the floor as my head collides with the mirror in front of me.
“What is it you're hoping to achieve here, Leon?” I force out as he pistons in and out of me in punishing strokes. “You want me to tell you that you’re evil? That you’re nothing? Or do you want me to tell you that you're getting your revenge by punishing me? Or…” I add, knowing this one is going to sting. “Do you want me to tell you that you’re just like him, taking whatever you want, hurting whoever you want without caring about the consequences?”
“FUUUUCK,” he roars, his thrusts are so hard each one hurts as he hits my cervix.
“You. Know. Nothing.”
“Wrong,” I spit. “I know everything. That’s why you hate me. You’re ashamed. You’re scared. You think you’re weak.”
