Page 15 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“That's right, you steer my cock into your pussy.” His teeth graze over his bottom lip as he watches me slide myself over his tip. It makes me feel in control like I’m the one pleasuring him, and I like it. Slowly, I sit on his cock, taking it all the way and making us both moan from how good it feels.

“Nothing feels better than this,” he whispers, clutching at my hips as I grind them against his body, stirring his cock inside me and feeling my pulse quicken. I rest my palms on his chest for leverage as I move up and down his long, thick shaft and he watches me intently as I do it, his stare penetrating me almost as deep as his cock is. I don’t let myself think about how fucked up this situation is, or the damage it will do to me. I do what he told me to, and I take from him what I need.

I’ve given up caring that I’m not protected too, his obsession with knocking me up seems almost infectious, because sick as it sounds, I like the idea of being bound to him for life. Iwantto be the cause of his happiness and I want something of his growing inside me.

“What are you thinking, Princess?” He tilts his head to one side as his hand travels up my body and wraps around one of my tits.

My head shakes because I refuse to tell him. I can't, it sounds too ridiculous. I don’t know Matteo’s reasons for wanting this, he refuses to tell me, but mine feel weak and childish, so I’ll keep them to myself.

“Tell me,” he orders, gripping the hair at my nape and tugging it till a slither of pain slices down my spine. The kind of pain that turns my nipples even harder and makes my clit throb.

“I’m… I’m.” I keep myself bouncing on his cock and when the hand, still holding my hip, stills me and holds me firm, he focuses his narrow eyes on me in warning.

“Tell me,” he growls through his teeth.

“I…I’m thinking, how much I want your cum,” I blurt out the words, desperate to feel that friction again, and I can see my words have pleased him by the tiny smile that hitches up his lips.

“Tell me more.” He licks his lips and flicks his eyes between mine and where we’re joined.

“I want everything you’ve promised to give me,” I confess, throwing my head back and savoring how good it feels when he guides my hips to start moving again. Having him inside me at this angle makes me feel so full it almost hurts, and although the grip he has on my hair reminds me he’s in control again, I realize that's the way I want it.

“I want you to give me all your cum. I want to have your baby inside me,” I manage.

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll be filling you before you get off yourself,” he warns.

“I don’t care.” Defying the hold he’s keeping me steady with, I bounce harder on his cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you so full it will be spilling out of you for days.” He loses control, slamming his hips up from under me and making my body shudder with pleasure. “You better come fast, Princess, because it's coming.” He wets his thumb with his tongue before pressing it against my clit, massaging my sensitive flesh with just the right pressure to bring me up to his level.

“Matteo,” I whisper his name, as I get closer and closer.

“I like it when you say my name.” He forces the words out of his mouth like they hurt him to admit, and if I wasn’t so close to having a mind-shattering orgasm, I’d smile at the victory.

“You ready?” he checks, and when I nod my head, the fingers resting on my hips dig deep into my flesh as he holds me tight against his body and offloads inside me. He moans with pleasure as he pumps me full of his cum and that, along with the sensation of his thumb still working my clit, gets me right there with him.

The pair of us are a breathless, throbbing mess as we wind back down, and when his cock stops pulsing inside me and I go to move, Matteo holds me firm.

“No. You stay like that.” Reaching up he gently pushes the hair, that’s stuck to my face, behind my ear so he can stroke my cheek with his thumb.

“You look so fucking perfect like this.” He drags me down onto his lips and kisses me hard.

“I don’t want to be your prisoner anymore, Matteo, I just want to be yours.” My words come out needy and desperate, but I don’t care. I need him to know that I submit to him and that I would never run.

“Youaremine,” he promises. “Now, lay here on my chest and keep my cock deep inside you. I want to make sure you're knocked up this time.”

MATTEO

Itext Demitri and tell him I’m taking the day off. I can’t remember the last time I did it, but after Aria made her confession to me this morning, I want to stay close to her. We fall back to sleep for a few hours, then we wake up and go downstairs for a mid-morning breakfast, hand in hand, like a real couple. My best friend has a very disturbed look on his face when he sees us.

“Matteo, I must talk with you.” He follows us into the dining room and watches as I pull out Aria’s chair for her. The way his eyes flick over her barely-covered body makes me decide that from now on she needs to start wearing much more than what I provide her with when she is downstairs. I don’t want the others looking at what's mine.

“Matteo.” He speaks up again like I didn’t hear him the first time.

“Then talk.” I take Aria’s plate and start to load it with the things I want her to eat. Then smile at her as I place it back in front of her.

“Well, come on, what is so important? You may speak in front of her.” I look to Demitri for an explanation.

“Dennis Jefferson was found dead at his home this morning,” he informs me, flicking his eyes between us and waiting for a reaction.

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