Page 31 of Vengeful Union

She melts against me. "Not a lie," she pants as we fuck hard and fast. "It didn't matter to you that I wasn't ready. You took what you wanted."

I grit my teeth. "Of course I did. I own you, Destiny. Every fucking inch."

Our bodies are slick with sweat as I continue my brutal pace. She's like a little kitten, her nails scratching against my back, digging into my skin. Glaring at me, she fucks me back with just as much passion as I’m fucking her with.

"You're a bastard," she cries, as I plunge deep inside of her, making her cry out. Her pussy contracts around me as she comes.

I pull out of her and turn her over. She instantly scrambles up the bed, but I'm not finished with her. Not by a long shot. I grip her hips, pulling her back against me. My hand snakes into her hair and I tug. Hard. Her back bows and she cries out in pain, but it's entwined with a moan.

Something about hearing that sound satisfies me. I love how she reacts to me.

Her chest hits the sheets, and she raises her arse, giving me the access I need. I thrust inside of her, my hand twisted in her hair, pulling harder, making her back bow.

"Please," she mewls.

I pound into her harder, chasing my release. "Please what?" I growl.

She shakes with need. "Make me come," she snaps at me. "You bastard."

I bring my hand down to her arse, hard, and the slap reverberates around the room.

"What the fuck?" she cries. "Finn, please."

My thrusts are hard and erratic, my spine tingling. I'm close.

"Fucking come," I demand.

And she does. Spectacularly.

Her body bows, her pussy contracts, and she shouts out my name.

Fucking perfect.

I bury myself to the hilt and detonate.

"Fuck," I growl as I come.

I collapse on top of her, completely spent. I've never felt this way before. Never had a woman take me the way she did. As hard as she did.

"Get off me, asshole," she grumbles, but her words are slurred with sleep.

I pull out of her, my breathing shallow, my body slick with sweat. I don't give a shit as I slide down beside her and pull her into my body.

"Get off me," she whines, throwing her elbow into my gut. "Leave me alone."

"Not going to happen," I tell her, nowhere even fucking close to being okay with leaving her alone. The mere thought makes a red haze fill my vision. "Close your eyes and sleep," I instruct, holding her close to me.

"Crazy psycho," she mutters, before she sinks further into my body as sleep takes her.

I stare at the back of her head. I never thought I'd have a woman I would want to make mine, but that's exactly what Destiny is.

Mine.

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Amoan escapes my lips and I sigh contently. His warm, calloused hand cups my breast while his thumb strums my nipple. I press closer to him, loving the heat that spreads throughout my body. His cock is thick and erect against my ass, and I can't help but grind against him, the friction almost too much to bear.

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