Page 50 of V for Vengeance

Her hands clung to my biceps as I forced myself inside her, fitting my full length in a slow, agonizing push. Her fingers cut into my flesh before it healed.

“Phil,” she whispered, begging for it faster.

I knew my girl. She wasn’t satisfied with slow and sensual. She wanted it rough and violent. She didn’t want to think. She wanted to lose herself in ecstasy. And that was exactly what I’d give her.

I smacked my hips into her over and over, angling her legs so I could drive my cock deeper. Her moans floated between us, and she struggled against the intensity of my thrusts, her wet heat clenching down all around me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Sloan’s harsh breaths and steady strokes resounded from where the phone was propped up. I leveled my gaze on him as I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth, then traced the areola for him to see. I pounded into her without pausing, paying special attention to her breasts and neck before devouring her mouth again.

Everywhere I could touch, I did. I marked every part of her body despite knowing they’d fade immediately. But he’d see the marks—my marks—and that was all that mattered.

When Sloan closed his eyes, hand working over his cock with urgency, I flipped her over and lifted her up by the hips. Then I drove my cock into her without a fragment of mercy. I wanted her loud and begging. I didn’t care who heard it. If anything, I wanted them to hear with brutal clarity whose she was. Who it was that gave her pleasure every night. Whose body she craved.

Growling, I bent over her and rubbed her clit with every thrust. “Tell me how it feels, mein Schatz.”

“You’re too fucking deep, Phil,” she moaned. “Slow down.”

She might be complaining, but her hips were moving with mine, just as wild and desperate for a faster pace. The tightclench on my cock and seductive dance of her body told me she was far more into it than she’d ever admit. And by the little sounds Sloan made, he was plenty familiar with the game she liked to play.

Her moans were smothered by the bedding, but not for long. I grabbed her around the throat and dragged her up so Sloan could see her entire body with mine outlining it as my hips continued to smack into her backside. V cried out, fighting the hold I had on her, but I wouldn’t let her go.

She could overpower me. She wouldn’t, though. She liked it just as much as I did.

I sucked on her neck and ear, sliding my hand down her front until I could torture her clit again. Her reaction was instantaneous. She anchored herself to my arm, her hot insides tightening around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, nearly losing my pace. I couldn’t get over how wet and incredible she felt.

Sloan’s ocean gaze devoured every inch of her writhing body locked against mine. Every muscle in the other Hunter’s torso was flexed taut as his hand moved faster, thumb swiping over the crown of his cock several more times. By the way his stomach clenched off and on, he was going to come. So was V. Her tight heat clamped down on me in sputtered pulses, signaling that she was dangerously close.

I sped up, aiming to release around the same time as her. With only a few more thrusts, she came. So did Sloan. He put a hand over the head of his cock to catch the liquid spurting out the top, but even then, some landed on his chest. After a few more hard smacks, I finally came and spilled myself deep inside of her, claiming what would always be mine no matter who else she fucked.

My Liebling.

Kissing her, I reached for the phone. V slumped back onto the bed, completely shattered. So, I clicked the video off before sighing and muttering, “That’s all you get, mate. Best of luck with the rebellion and Theo’s defeat, but I’ve got it from here. Hope you enjoyed the show.”

“You’re such a cheeky bastard,” came his throaty reply. “I don’t need to tell you that today can’t happen again. Next time you won’t get off lightly. I’ll come all the way over there to kick your sorry arse.” Sloan rarely cursed, and his accent always got heavier when he was angry, so I knew he meant it. He trusted me to keep her safe, and I’d fucked it all up. I deserved the tongue-lashing.

“Yeah, yeah.” I huffed a laugh before ending the call.

V was still out of it, her face pressed into the pillow with her red hair a crazy mess around her head. I was still inside of her because I wasn’t done. Not in the least. I’d need her, at minimum, three more times to feel satisfied.

I revived the mood with a simple roll of my hips. She gasped, over sensitized by her orgasm, but she didn’t fight it, just let me do whatever I wanted. I’d nearly lost her, so it was a small price for her to pay to give me the time I needed to reassure myself she was alive and well.

“You…insatiable asshole,” she rasped.

Getting her onto her back again, I grabbed my Liebling around the throat and forced our eyes to meet. “That’s right, V. I deserve a fucking reward for trusting you to come home after what happened. I’m not ready to lose you, so no more running off with Cash.” I sunk into her over and over, speeding up as the blood hardened my cock again.

I’d been with so many women, but none of them had ever felt as good as V did. I’d never truly had a home, but whenever I fucked her, it was the closest I came to one.

After kissing her forehead, I pressed mine against hers. Then I fucked her like no one was watching—because they weren’t. She was mine and mine alone for the two hours I spent driving my cock into her.

Chapter 26

Text Messages & Stakeouts

Iwasn’t given time to unpack a crazy night where the two men I’d been dating decided to spontaneously do it together. Our enemies never took a break, so neither would we.

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