Page 9 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“Well, it’s happened,” Demitri tells me, sounding smug.

“What has happened?” I don’t have time for fucking guessing games.

“Fucchini is looking for her. A nationwide search has been started, he even has the cops involved on this one.”

“Fuck.” I scrub my hand over my face in frustration.

“It’s not too late, youcouldgive her back. We can easily scare her enough never to tell her father who took her.” Demitri proves he has no idea what he’s talking about.

“It is too late, we stick to the plan.” I hang up the phone and storm straight into the bathroom. The girl looks way too relaxed for someone who’s being held against her will as she lays in my bathtub, but that calm quickly turns to shock when I grip a fistful of her hair and force her to stand up.

“Do you want to marry Dennis Jefferson?” I ask, keeping my hold firm and watching her eyes brim with fear.

“No.” She shakes her head against me, firmly.

“Your father is looking for you. So are the police. If they find you, you will have to marry that man and you will never see me again. Is that what you want?” I breathe like a fucking bull while I wait for her answer because, for some fucked-up reason, it feels really important.

“No,” she whispers, with a much weaker shake of her head. Her puzzled expression suggests that even she doesn’t understand her answer.

“Then come with me.” I drag her out of the bath by her hair, into the bedroom and throw her soaked body onto the bed. My cock is already hard, it seems it always is when I'm near her, and as I spread her still-soapy legs and position myself between them, I let my thick tip rest between her pussy lips.

“I want you to call your father and tell him you’re safe.” I take my phone in my hand and take a leap of faith when I hand it to her. “You tell him that you are happy and that you will come home when you are ready.”

“He’ll trace the call,” she warns, her hands shaking as she takes hold of it.

“It’s a secure line. Now call him, and when he answers, I want you to put him on speaker phone.” I tug at her wet hair until she nods her head, and her fingers fumble to dial his number into my keypad.

“Hello.” Fucchini’s voice comes through the speaker, and hearing it builds up an even more dangerous rage inside me.

“Daddy, it’s me.” Aria does a good job of sounding calm, especially considering that I have my cock stroking between her pussy lips.

“Aria, where the hell are you?” I hear the desperation in his voice, and when I look at her to remind her what to say, she bites her lip awkwardly.

“I’m safe, I just needed to get away for a while.” I’m relieved when she does as she’s told, how am I only just realizing what an impulsive, reckless thing putting a phone in her hand was to do? It’s another reminder of what this girl does to me.

I reward Aria’s obedience by slowly edging the tip of my cock inside her, and she makes an exasperated little breath as she closes her eyes, and tries to focus on her task.

“Aria, I have everyone looking for you! I’ve been worried sick. Your friends said you went for a walk and just disappeared.”

“They were all sleeping. I called a water taxi to pick me up and take me from the island.” She impresses me by thinking on her feet and it earns her another solid inch of cock.

“Daddy.” She clutches the comforter in her free hand as I slowly roll my hips and stir myself inside her.

“Yes?”

“Please don’t come looking for me. This is what I want.” She quickly hangs up the phone and reaches her hand around my body, grabbing my ass in her hand and pushing for me to give her more.

“You're such a good girl,” I give her my praise because I know she likes it. She’s made me proud today and as I give her more of what she wants, I glide my fingers over her outstretched neck.

“Come for me, right now,” I instruct, pushing every inch I have inside her and holding still. Her nails dig into my ass, as her wet skin slips against me. “Come on, I want you spilling that tight cunt all over my cock.” I remain still, savoring the way her pussy throbs around me. She looks back at me with such hope and expectation that it starts to fucking hurt. I’m not the kind of man she should be looking at, like this. I took her without any consideration for how she would feel. I don’t know what makes her so accepting of me, but it scares me, and men like me don’t have the luxury of fear.

I turn my soft touch firm, clutching at her throat, and drilling my eyes into hers

“I told you tofucking come!” I hiss through my teeth, and when her hips start to buck wildly against my static body and she screams out my name, I immediately regret telling her it. It sounds exactly as I imagined it would. Like it belongs on her fucking lips.

Her body trembles and the way she clamps around me triggers my own release. I keep my cock rooted deep, letting my cum flood inside her, and I have to close my eyes and try to ignore that obsession I’m developing toward her. When I open them back up and see her looking up at me, her pert, little tits rising and falling as she catches her breath back, it hits me how dangerous that obsession is going to be.

ARIA

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