Page 32 of Vengeful Union

"Gonna fuck you now, Dest." That thick Irish accent is filled with lust and wraps around me like a blanket. "Your body is fucking delectable."

I blink, slowly coming fully awake. My entire body freezes as I realize it wasn't a dream. I'm naked. Completely and utterly stark naked. Finn's hand is currently cupping my breast and his cock is digging into my ass.

"Get off me," I snarl at him. My body is still sore from him taking me last night. Waking up to him sinking his cock into me was painful yet amazing. I never knew I was able to reach such heights of pleasure. Never knew they even existed.

"Not going to happen," he growls, his breath hot against my neck.

I wiggle against him, trying to get free from his hold. "Get the hell off of me."

His body shakes as he chuckles. "Baby, you think I'm walking away?" He presses his lips against my neck. "Not in this fucking lifetime."

I grit my teeth. "You think that just because you fucked me when I didn't want you—"

"Now, baby, you and I both know that's not true. You were soaked, begging for me. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you."

"No, I wasn't," I hiss.

Lie.

"You're lying through those pretty little teeth," he says, running his hand along my waist and down toward the apex of my thighs. "I know you want me. Why are you denying it?"

It's simple. "I don't trust you."

I don't trust that he won't hurt me. That he won't get what he wants from me and then kill me. That he won't have his fill of me and discard me like yesterday's trash.

Since my mom died, I've been alone. I haven't felt love in a long time. The feelings Finn elicits in me are dangerous. They make me want things I can't have.

Finn Gallagher is an animal. Someone who will tear me apart. He'll take every single piece of who I am and twist me until I'm a shell of myself. I've tried so hard over the past year or so to not fall into the deep abyss that fear, and hatred will lead me to. My father was never able to break me, despite how hard he tried to. But Finn... Yeah, he has the power to destroy me.

"I know you don't," he whispers gruffly. "I've given you no reason to—yet. But I will. As I said, I'm not letting you go. You're mine now, Destiny, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you."

I turn around so I'm facing him. His arms go around me, and he holds me tight. "I'm not yours, Finn. Just because you bought me like I was a whore for sale, it doesn't make it true."

"No, but me fucking you does."

I roll my eyes. God, he's so crass.

He pushes me onto my back, looming over me. His blue eyes are so fierce it makes me shiver. "I paid for your safety, not your virginity. I took that because the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine."

Damn him.

"Careful there, Psycho Boy. You're getting real soft."

His lips curl up at the ends. "Now, Dest, we both know there's nothing soft about me." To punctuate his words, he thrusts his cock against my pussy.

I moan once again, my legs opening to allow him access. My body wants him, there’s no denying that, but my head is cautious. He’s dangerous, and there’s no way in Hell I will willingly give him all of me.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers against my lips. His hands move down my body and grip my thighs, lifting me until he’s settled at my entrance. And then his tongue is sliding into my mouth, just as he thrusts inside of me. I groan into his mouth. God, he’s so big. The burning only adds to the fire raging inside of me.

“Fuck,” he growls, tearing his mouth away from mine. His grip moves to my hips as he moves in and out of me. All his control has gone. His eyes are wild, and his teeth clenched. “Nothing better than being inside of you,” he grunts.

I throw my head back, lost in the moment. All my hatred for him has disappeared. All there’s room for is him and me. The passion, chemistry, and rawness... I’m fucking him back just as hard as he’s giving it to me, matching him thrust for thrust. I’m clinging to him, my fingernails clawing at his back, no doubt cutting open his skin.

My breath catches as my orgasm tumbles out of me. It hits me like a freight train coming out of nowhere.

“Finn,” I breathe, my back arching, legs trembling, and my hands clawing at the sheets beneath me.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts, as he continues to piston in and out of me, his thrusts fast and powerful. His grip on my hips is painful, but it adds to the passion. “That’s it, Dest. Make that pretty pussy squeeze me.”

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