Page 7 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

He looks down at me and frowns, shaking his head like his plan is falling apart. The confidence, that my plan is already working, helps me tip him over the edge by reaching my hand between my legs and rubbing my finger against the throb he’s created.

His brow creases deeper as he snatches at my wrist and swipes it away, then it’s my turn to be shocked when he drops to his knees, grips my thighs and buries his head between my legs.

His tongue attacks my sensitive flesh, feasting on me like a starved animal, as his fingers indent my skin.

I lift my hips off the mattress so I can take more of it, and when he pulls back so he can look up at me, he fixes his eyes on mine as he spits sharply at my clit. I watch him use his finger to mix his saliva with the wetness his tongue has created and when he sinks those soaked fingers inside me, any efforts I make not to show weakness, fail me when I moan.

His head lowers back down so he can give me his tongue again, flicking at my clit, hard and fast while his fingers fuck me, almost painfully. Yet, I feel myself clenching tight to them, scared he’ll pull away. Something inside me contracts and it makes my toes curl and my hips buck uncontrollably against his mouth. All that tension I’ve been holding on to releases itself from my body with a force I can’t control and as I soak his tongue, his eyes narrow on mine while he watches my undoing.

I press my hand to my head, to try and stop it from spinning, and his body climbs up the bed, forcing it away and pinning it to the mattress. He bites at my lip before filling my mouth with his tongue, forcing me to taste myself off him, as his fingertips bruise my wrist, and his other hand takes my throat again.

“You taste that?” He looks down on me, focusing hard on my swollen lips. “That’swhat I’m gonna take. I’m gonna fuck your tight, innocent, little pussy until it fucking bleeds, and then I’m gonna fuck it some more.” His threat makes my core throb as he drags his hand from my throat and rips his belt from its buckle. I watch him force the slacks off his hips, and my eyes widen when his huge, solid cock lands hard and heavy against my stomach. Now, IknowI’m in some real trouble.

MATTEO

Iwatch her pretty eyes stretch wide, as she looks down between us and sees my cock for the first time. Now, the confident, little bitch looks scared. She may have, somehow, managed to manipulate an orgasm from me before we got started; I was weak to give in to the temptation, but now I’m feeling like I’ve got the upper hand again. I can still taste her on my lips, and the moan she made as she came all over my tongue makes me fucking determined to hear it, again.

Taking my cock in my hand I guide it through her pussy lips, coating its tip with her pleasure and feeling her sensitive clit still pulse. This will be a challenge, I felt how tight Aria is when she clutched around my fingers and I can’t imagine what my cock will do to her. What I do know is that it will be an experience I won’t want to forget.

She watches me, as I press myself against her delicate, little opening. I feel the tension in her fingertips as they grip my biceps and she braces herself. She still has that savage look on her face, but it falters when she takes a brave breath and nods her head at me, almost like this is what she needs. Sinking inside her feels like an out-of-body experience. It must be…because, right now, I don’t feel like I’m in the body of the man who wanted to hurt this woman. What I want to do, is fucking worship her. I want to take my time and make sure she feels every hard inch of me stretch her pussy and make it mine. Her body feels so fucking good as it tries to resist me and as I admire the discomfort on her face, it assures me that the man I really am isn’t too far away.

When I’m fully seated inside her, I give her body some time to adjust and the pain, she stares back at me with, morphs into something that looks almost grateful. I try really hard to figure her out. Have I been too kind? Given her the wrong message? This girl is not here for fucking pleasure, and yet here I am wanting to make this experience feel good for her. I watch her hands slowly move up to frame my face, and when reality strikes, I react quickly by tossing them away.

I must train her to understand what this is, and that lesson must begin now. Keeping her throat in my hand, I squeeze my fingers tight as I pull out my cock, and slam it back into her again.

Aria’s eyes widen in shock and she whimpers, as her freshly-broken pussy clamps around my cock like a vice. It feels fucking good, so good that she’s gonna have me coming inside her way sooner than I intended. Her hands wrap around the wrist I’m pinning her with, and when she starts to make those sweet, little noises again, I slide my hand up to cup her chin and force my fingers into her mouth, so I can silence her.

I thrust in and out of her, feeling how she soaks my cock and fingers, at the same time. The tension in her body begins to loosen and I watch her body move to my rhythm as her thighs tremble against my hips and edges me closer.

“I’m going to come so deep inside you, I’ll be spilling from you for days,” I warn, making her head shake against my hand as she tries to force it from her mouth. I raise my eyes up from watching us connect, and the desperate look in her eyes takes me over the fucking edge.

I growl deep, clutching at her hip as she bites the fingers I have wedged in her mouth and makes muffled sounds that sing to the devil in my soul.

My cock pulses inside her, filling her virgin cunt with my seed and when I slowly remove my fingers from her mouth those words, she was so desperate to get out, don’t seem to come. Carefully, I drag my cock out of her, and when I see my blood-streaked cum leak from her freshly-broken hole, I use two of my saliva-soaked fingers to force it back inside her.

“I…I’m not on any birth control,” she tells me, shaking her head and looking down at the hand I’m using, to ensure my cum remains inside her.

“I know.” I watch more panic take over her face, her head slowly shaking back at me as it dawns on her what's happening here.

“Are youcrazy?” She stares into my eyes like I’m some kind of psychopath. Maybe I am because as I push my cum-soaked fingers as far into her body as I can get them, to make sure my seed takes its hold inside her, I allow myself the pleasure of her fear.

“You are gonna give me so much more than just your pussy, sweet, little Aria.” I bite at her lip and drag it a little before I pull my fingers from inside her and lift myself off the bed. Picking up her towel from the floor, I toss it at her so she can cover herself and head for the door.

“Make sure she doesn’t stand up for at least 30 minutes,” I instruct Tomas, who’s standing guard outside. Then, taking one last look at the stunned, little mess I’ve left on the bed, I smile to myself and head for my office.

ARIA

Iend up back in the basement and, as I sit and stare at the dark, brick walls, I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this mess. When one of the guards brings down dinner, I eat it. Today’s events have exhausted me too much to be stubborn. What happened earlier in the bedroom was both incredible and disastrous all at the same time. I’m sore, my legs are still shaking, and the fact he came inside me while knowing that I’m unprotected, proves this man has no morals at all. The guard nods his head at me after I’ve finished eating then, taking the plate away, he leaves me alone again.

Being confined down here is its own form of torture. I miss conversation, I even miss the people I pretend to be friends with. It’s only been a few days but I feel like I’ve forgotten what sunlight and open space feel like.

I don’t know how late it is when the basement door opens, but when I seehimstep through it, I quickly stand up, keeping my back pressed against the wall that my collar is chained to. He carries a glass in his hand and steps close enough that we’re almost nose to nose.

“Why did you give yourself to me so willingly?” He tilts his head and studies me as if I intrigue him.

“How did you know I wasn’t on birth control?” I hit back, doing my best to remain strong.

“I asked my question first.” His deep glare ensures I feel his dominance.

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