Page 8 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“I figured you were gonna take me anyway. You brought me here against my will, it was inevitable that you would fuck me against it too.” I give him half of the truth, there is no way I’m going to admit that my body actually desired him.

“Now, answer mine, how did you know?” I hold my head up confidently.

“I had one of my men look into your medical records.” He shrugs as if that’s not a big deal.

“You can’t do that again.” I shake my head, hearing how desperate my voice sounds when it becomes impossible to hide my desperation. I can’t let this happen. I’m in a bad enough situation as it is.

The man who has my future in his hands doesn’t seem to be listening to me. He’s too focused on the glass in his hand that he lazily strokes across my lower stomach. The ice inside it feels cold against my skin, and it causes my nipples to harden beneath the bra I’m wearing.

“Who says I can’t?” He slowly moves his gaze back up my body until those dark, brown eyes glare into mine, daring me to say,‘Me.’

“It’s dangerous. I could end up preg—”

“Youwillend up pregnant. I’m going to make sure of it.” The lopsided grin he makes is devilishly handsome and almost distracts me from what he just said. “I’m going to be really honest with you,Aria.” The way he says my name sounds spiteful. “More honest than I should be.” My heart beats fast as I await his confession. “You intrigue me in a way I did not expect. You’ve been on my mind ever since I left you upstairs dripping with my cum.” The way he makes those dirty words sound has my sore pussy starting to ache even more. “I wanted to give your pussy some time to recover. But I need a release, and it seems like such a waste if that release isn’t inside you.” My chest tightens and I have to really reach to take my next breath.

“How sore are you, Princess?” He asks, almost sounding concerned.

“Very,” I admit, though a huge part of me regrets it. I don’t know if I want him to take pity on me or not. He smiles at me again, as if he finds amusement in my suffering and then taking my wrist with his free hand he forces my palm to feel how solid he is beneath his slacks.

“You feel that? How hard that is? It’s all for you. What am I to do with it, Aria?” It almost sounds as if he’s giving me the option, and although my body is begging me to tell him to give it to me, my head is screaming for me to tell him to go screw himself.

“Why do you want to get me pregnant?” I massage my palm across his slacks, hoping it will help bring me some answers.

“Why, is not what’s important.” He finishes the contents in his glass and throws it against the far wall, making the glass shatter and my body jolt. Then resting both his palm against the wall behind me he leans his head closer to mine. “What youshouldbe focused on is giving me what I want. And takingfromme what you need.” He unbuckles his belt, letting his cock fall free, and when I look down and see his hand wrapped around it, I watch in fascination as he pumps it through his fist.

“Take off your panties.” He breathes heavily, as he fucks his hand, and without any hesitation, or resistance, I slide them off my hips and let them fall to my ankles.

“You caused this.” The tip of his cock presses against my stomach, and I feel it leak a little onto my skin. “You will take it, and you will clutch it inside your hot, little cunt, do you understand?” His voice gets more and more aggressive as he works his fist harder. There's an uncontrollable throb between my legs now, one that has me nodding my head back at him like I’m the puppet and he’s the master.

“Good girl, Aria.” He bites his lip and watches me intently, as he continues to pleasure himself. “Now, spread your legs and get ready because I’m going to cum and it’s going inside you,” He warns, and I swallow back any thoughts of this being wrong and make a space for him. The ache inside me has turned into something different. It's not dull or heavy, it's wanting, and when the hand that was resting against the wall, quickly reaches under my thigh and lifts up my leg, my body burns as he pushes his cock into me in one, long thrust.

“You are sofuckingtight,” He growls into my ear through his teeth, as his cock pulses inside my sore, aching pussy.

“You take that.” His fingertips clutch deep into my thigh as his heat spreads inside me, and I feel myself squeeze around him. He holds himself still, breathing heavily against my neck until he finds his calm again. Then he surprises me when he lifts up my other leg, taking me off my feet. The chain that holds me to the wall clatters as he spins our bodies and sits on the floor so I’m straddling his lap. He rests his against the wall and with one hand gripping onto my collar and the other holding my hip, he ensures I keep his still hard cock deep inside me. There is no regret or remorse in his eyes, just pure determination. And I can’t describe what's happening inside my head. I feel possessed like my thoughts are no longer my own. Somehow I don’t see a monster in this man who has taken me, I see something broken that I want to fix.

MATTEO

Istare at the girl and wonder what's going through her mind. My cock is still hard and seated deep inside her warm pussy, and there seems nothing more satisfying than knowing she’s full of me. What's happening to me isn’t healthy. She is making me weak, but it appears that her lack of resistance is helping my plans go smoothly and so there is little I will do about it.

“Matteo.” I give her my name because I’ve decided I’d like to hear her say it.

“What?” She looks back at me with confusion on her face.

“I thought you should know the name of the man whose child you will carry.” My fingers trace over her flat stomach and the thought of it swelling keeps my cock hard inside her.

“I want to know why—”

“Shhhh.” I place a finger over her lips to silence her. “I won’t tell you why, so don’t ask.” I don’t know why I feel the need to keep it a secret from her. Maybe, I want to spare the girl from having to know what a cunt her father really is, or perhaps the fact that Fucchini’s daughter takes my cock and what I fill her with, so willingly, is all the revenge I need.

Turns out Demitri was right, having her here will cause a war because I already know that I will never give her back.

An unfamiliar urge makes me take the girl in my arms and force her onto my chest, and when her arms automatically wrap around me, I feel a heat spread through my chest that doesn’t belong there. I shouldn't be doing this, she is my prisoner. But it feels fulfilling and so I sit with her wrapped around my body for a little longer.

* * *

Aria looks surprised the following evening when Lucas brings her up to the room, on my command. It’s been sixteen hours since I fucked her in the basement, and I’ve decided that is plenty of time for her pussy to have recovered.

“A bath is ready for you.” I gesture my head toward the bathroom door and she smiles at me like she’s fucking grateful, as she steps through it and closes it after her. I’m about to get out of bed and re-open it, reminding her that she is not permitted to shut me out, but I get distracted when my phone rings.

---