Page 16 of Dangerous Vengeance

"I want you to fuck me." I tremble, aching to be filled by him. The pain is almost too much, but the pleasure is overwhelming. He could do anything to me and I'd let him.

"Beg me to fuck you." His voice is dark and angry. The belt keeps zinging my skin; it's probably bright red.

"Fuck me." I'm so turned on. "I'll do anything you want. Just fuck me."

"Fuck me. Say it again." He spanks me again, and I yelp. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock in my pussy." I'm so turned on. I don't know how much longer I can keep it up. The belt keeps coming down on me, and then I'm turned over again. "Please. Please."

"Please what?" His face comes close to mine, and I kiss him. It's not gentle. It's not nice. It's rough and I want it. I want him to be rough with me. I don't want to be a princess. I want him to give me everything I need.

"Fuck me." I kiss him again, and he finally pulls away, his eyes burning with anger.

Matty pushes his cock into me so hard and fast I scream. He doesn't do it gently. He does it in a way that shows me how much he wants me, how much he wants to own every inch of my body. His mouth is rough on my neck, and he spanks me as he takes me.

"You're mine." He says it over and over as he spits into my mouth.

"I'm yours." I bite his lip, and he spanks my thigh harder. I'm so wet.

"Tell me you're mine." He doesn't stop thrusting into me.

"I'm yours." I'm lost, and I want him to have me. Every part of me. "I'm yours."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you harder." His hand grips my neck and it’s almost too much. I try to speak but all I can do is gasp. My pussy clenches around him. I feel my lungs about to burst. The first wave of orgasm crashes and I shut my eyes and let it take me. Wave after wave crashes over me and I'm lost in it. The spanking stops, and I feel Matty's hot cum inside me. His eyes are closed, but his mouth is open in a silent scream. I feel him shudder, and he lets my neck go as he comes.

"I'm yours."

"I know." He kisses me again, and I feel his seed inside me. I want him to fill me up. I want him to own every part of me. He kisses me again, and I kiss him back, his thick moisture between our bodies.

My body feels like jelly, warm and jiggly. I lie there with my eyes shut as he pulls out. The bed shakes and I feel him remove the tie from around my wrists. As I let my eyes flutter open, I see him putting on his boxers. He moves silently to the tray of food he carried in and he sets it on the mattress then lays down next to me. I’m not interested in the snack, but I am interested in the reason he is in my bed.

I prop myself on an elbow and take one of the crackers and nibble it, watching him. He lays with his hands behind his head resting on a pillow, staring at the ceiling. I can’t help but wonder what’s going through his head. And as I scoot closer to him, he doesn’t get up and leave. The only blanket left is a thick woolen one, too tough to tear apart with my hands, but uncomfortably scratchy on bare skin. Still, it’s all I have left in here. I put the tray of food on the nightstand and scoot closer to him, pulling the blanket over us.

“You were right…” I admit, curling up and laying my head on his chest.

“About?”

I hate that he’s right. He’s right about why I only climbed out the window right when he walked in. I had been standing there for an hour torturing myself. I could be free right now, but I don’t want to be. I want him. I like what he makes me feel. And he’s right about us being the same, about why I was investigating him, about my need to be dominated in order to make the war raging inside my head and heart be silenced by physical pain.

“Everything…”

I breathe deeply, tracing the line of his tattoos with the tip of my finger as I think about his story of his mother and the trauma he suffered. Is it true? Or did he make that up to try to level with me somehow? I want to ask, but I don’t. I like thinking we have that connection, because what we actually have seems disingenuous—a predator-prey connection too frail to mean anything more than nasty hot sex. I’m not a whore.

“And your information? Are you going to give it up now?”

“Does it matter? You’ve made me a prisoner.” He can have the research for all I care because he fucking stole my heart right through my pussy. I’d even go along with helping him get it, but it won’t do him any good. All that will happen is they’ll see how much I really know—names, faces, bank account numbers, including dirty cops. It will scare them. I will scare them.

They’ll kill me for sure.

“I guess it doesn’t. We’ll have it soon enough.”

I can’t believe he’s letting me lie on his chest. Is he intending to sleep in this bed with me? And why didn’t he lock the door?

“Then what?” I feel a shiver of fear run up my spine. I know how these things work; I’ve read enough case files to know.

“That depends on Dominic, but I like the arrangement we’ve worked out. As long as you’re learning your lesson.”

The room falls silent, and I lie here with my eyes wide open. I feel alive and then I feel trapped. I feel like Matty is the only thing that makes sense, the way he makes me breathe again without a dull ache in my chest. And then I feel like I need to run, to hide. But I lie here draped over his sweaty form and I can’t move. I’m anchored. I just don’t know what to.

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