Page 12 of Vendetta
He was still going, and she felt him smile above her in the dark more than she actually saw it.“You know how beautiful you look when you come?”His voice was rougher.“Want to go for one more?”
Was he kidding?She was about to pass out, cock-drunk and dizzy.She wasn’t even moving right now.
Dylan winced as he pulled free of her, shifting on the bed.
“Over,” he said, as he easily pushed her over onto her stomach.Despite how sated she was, Dylan was curious to see what he’d do next.She was super grateful she had the day off tomorrow because she couldn’t imagine she’d be walking straight for a couple of days.
“Up,” Jason said, hauling her hips up with her knees tucked under her.
When she went to push up with her arms, a firm hand pressed her head back down to the pillow.
“Stay,” he said, his fingers running through her hair for just a moment.
She wouldn’t have thought she had anything else to give, but she’d never tried the position before, so she wanted to let that play out.He might be scraping her off her own bed later, but it would be worth it.
Jason’s hands grabbed her hips, then he speared right into her from behind.For a moment, he barely moved, giving her time to adjust.Her thighs were shaking now, and she just hoped her knees would hold her up for this.Because when he started moving faster, driving into her from behind, pleasure blended with just a shade of pain.It was working her up again.
“I knew you had one more to give me,” he said, one hand smoothing over her ass, as if it were apologizing for the growing force of his cock.
Dylan wouldn’t have thought she had one more, but she was heading for it anyway.She just hoped she survived it.He’d reached a rhythm that had her squeezing around him, mindlessly chanting “please” over and over as he kept going.
The slap on her ass was a complete surprise, the sharp sting warming up her skin.Jason did it again, making her clench around his cock despite herself.
“That’s too good,” he drawled, sounding breathless now.
When his hand fisted in her hair, she barely noticed.When he tugged on it sharply, her blissed-out mind somehow figured out what he wanted.Pushing up on her hands, she was into doggy-style.He was holding onto her hair tight enough to sting but not to hurt.Then he took her for a ride.Holding onto her hair with one hand, the other gripping her hips, Jason rocked her world, slamming into her over and over.She told herself she was just hanging on until he could get off but only a couple of minutes later, he shifted his angle until he hit her in just the right spot.
Dylan’s knees and elbows shook, sweat dotted her brow.He was adding spanks here and there, not in any discernible rhythm so she didn’t know when the next was coming.Her heart was flying when that wave hit her and she collapsed, screaming into her pillow as he worked himself through it behind her, meeting his own end with her hips in his hands.
Dylan felt him rolling to one side of her, the heavy cadence of his breath matching hers.One of his large hands slid over her ass, content to settle there as she eased down from all that stimulation.Still, he’d exceeded her expectations.Not only was he completely charming, he’d worked her over in a way no man ever had before.She had no doubt she’d be sore tomorrow, but she was smiling because every sore spot or movement would just be a reminder of tonight.And tonight blew her away.
“That smile for me?”Jason asked and she loved his whiskey-deep voice.
Dylan nodded, still smiling.“Are you staying tonight?”she asked, hoping she didn’t sound completely needy but knowing she probably did.
“I’d like to.”He kept his voice low.“As long as it’s not going to create a problem.”
She sighed.“Not at all.I had an ex for several months and the only person I know in town is my uncle.”His hand was rubbing her lower back now and she hummed, enjoying that touch.“He’s never even been to my place.Too busy running his biker gang.”
If she’d opened her eyes, she would have seen Jason freeze next to her.But she was too blissed out at that point.
“Oh, yeah?”he asked.“You know which biker gang?There are a few around in these areas.”
“The Cottonmouths,” she whispered.“My uncle Eli is their president.”
Chapter Three
Vendetta
The morning light just started to spill through the blinds when Vendetta pulled his hoodie back over his head, careful not to make a sound.Dylan was still asleep, curled on her side.She had one arm under the pillow, sleeping peacefully with her blonde hair tangled against her cheek.Her full figure was wrapped in sheets like she was posing for a boudoir photo shoot.Dylan was beautiful.
He shouldn’t have stayed the night; he knew that, and he sure as hell shouldn’t have touched her.But the damage was done now, and all he could do was control what happened next.He moved through the apartment with muscle memory.Grabbing his jacket and boots in hand, he didn’t look back until he reached the door.
That’s when he saw it.Not that he needed it for verification because he believed her.A photo on the edge of her small shelf.A handful of people.Her, a few years younger, smiling widely in front of a birthday cake with candles in the shape of two and one.The man standing right behind her?None other than Eli Crizer.
The recognition hit like a gut punch.It wastrue.Same cold stare and crooked smile.The same fucking monster behind the charm.Vendetta’s stomach flipped as he stared at that photo for one long, stunned second before turning the handle and slipping out the door of her apartment.
Outside, the air was cold and sharp in his lungs.Crizer’s fucking niece.The woman he was trying hard not to fall for?She shared blood with the man he came back to destroy.And the worst part was that he couldn’t wait to see her again.
