Page 33 of Vengeful Union

I moan at his words. The man is freaking lethal. He knows exactly how to get me hot and wanting him.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” His words wash over me, prolonging my orgasm. “That’s it. Fuck!” He pumps three more times before he buries himself to the hilt, filling my pussy with his hot cum.

Once we’re able to catch our breath, I turn to him and glare. “Do I need to get tested? I mean, this is twice you’ve fucked me without a condom.”

His lips twitch. “No. For some reason, whenever I’m around you I lose my mind.”

I blink. “I thought that happened a long time ago?”

His hand swats my ass and I bare my teeth at him. Asshole.

“Funny, princess. I meant that I’ve never gone bareback with anyone. But you come along, and I’m so caught up in stripping you down and being inside of you that I forget the condom.”

“Well, it’s good that I’ve got contraception sorted, then, isn’t it?” I tell him with a raised brow.

His eyes flash with anger. “What?”

I stare at him in shock, confused by the rage.

“Who the fuck were you planning on fucking?” he snarls at me.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Your psycho’s showing again,” I tell him. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I had to get the contraception to ease my periods.”

The anger slowly dims from his eyes. “Enough with the psycho bullshit.”

I smile sweetly at him. "But it suits you so well."

He grits his teeth, his hand snaking up my back and twining in my hair. He gives a gentle, playful tug while his teeth nip at my lip. "Now, now, Dest, I warned you before: you do not want to poke the bear."

I laugh. It's so easy around him. I'm comfortable here. "I think you poked me."

His eyes are bright and full of mischief, and he gives me his cocky smile. The one that hits my stomach, that makes butterflies swarm. It’s the one that makes me want more. But a man like Finn is unable to offer what I'm looking for.

"I did, and I'll do it again. You are mine to take whenever I want. I’ve told you time and time again, Destiny Carter: you belong to me."

I scoff. He's fucking crazy. "Do you honestly believe that fucking me makes me yours? Somewhere inside of your psychotic mind, do you truly believe I belong to you?"

The sincerity in his eyes makes my heart stumble, and my breath leaves me in a whoosh.

"I don't believe it," he growls at me. "I know it. We can continue going round in circles, but you and I both know that what we have isn't in my mind. I didn't pay fifteen million dollars just to fuck you; I paid it because I had to. If I didn't, God only knows what would've happened to you. Your father was determined to sell you. You may think I'm a psycho, but I'm not a monster to you." His voice lowers as he says, "Never with you."

I know I shouldn't believe him, but I do. "Finn," I whisper, trying to find the right words to say. "You can't do this. Nothing will ever come from us. The life you live isn't something I want. My world was rocked when my mom died. I vowed to myself that I would never end up like her."

"What do you mean?" he asks softly. "I thought you and your ma were close?"

It's going to be hard to explain without giving him the entirety of the truth. "We were, but my mom was weak. Her and my father's relationship was…" I take a breath, trying to find the right way to say this, "less than perfect. My mother knew who my father was. I honestly believe she always knew who he was. I didn't realize that he took his anger out on her until Georgina came to stay with us. She was just as evil as he was, and his rage became a lot more frequent. He ended up forgetting who was around when he let all that anger loose."

It's heart-breaking that I think my mom’s better off dead. At least now she's at peace. She's in a place where no one can hurt her. It's something I think about a lot. All I want is for her to be happy, and I really hope she is.

"I don't understand why she stayed with him. By the time she mustered up the courage to leave, it was too late."

He looks at me, his blue eyes filled with concern. It feels as though he sees too much. Like he can look deep into my soul and heart. "Your ma, she didn't die from a carjacking, did she?"

I shrug, trying my best to look nonchalant. "The police said it was a carjacking."

His eyes narrow on me. "That doesn't mean they weren't paid off. Do you know how easy it is to get people to do what you want, to say what you want, when you have power and money? I should know; I have done it countless times."

"What do you want me to say, Finn?"

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