Page 25 of Dangerous Vengeance

I lunge at her and knock her hand and the knife away. It clatters across the floor, and she gasps. I have my belt in my hand, and I raise my arm, ready to bring it down on her. I don’t want to hurt her, but I will if I have to.

“No!” She cries out, her hands covering her face as she slides along the wall, trying to get away from me. “No, I’m sorry.” She doesn’t know what else to say. She was just trying to protect herself. It’s all she knows.

With both hands I bring the belt up and wrap it around her neck, pinning her to the wall. I'd be furious if I wasn't so turned on by the way she ran from me. My dick is hard now, ready to plow into her and make her scream my name. I press my hips against hers, pushing her into the wall. I hear her sharp intake of breath. She’s turned on too. Her eyes are wide, scared, but her body is reacting to mine. She wants what I’m about to give her, but she’s not sure if she should admit it.

"Why'd you run?" My whisper is almost a growl. "You like what I do to you."

"Fuck you," she tries to growl, but it's choked out by the belt.

"Oh, you will..." I grip the ends of the belt in one hand, keeping it firmly wrapped around her neck and pull her forcibly away from the wall. She grabs my wrist and gasps, grunting as I bend her over the stainless-steel prep table. "You know you like it."

"Fuck you!" She snarls, and I tighten the belt around her neck, squeezing her voice into almost silence. I press my hips against her ass, holding her up with one arm as I use the other to rip her pants down her legs. Her ass is pink and luscious in the dim moonlight. I look forward to when I'll see it red from my palm. She kicks and struggles against me, and I can feel her heat against my leg. I resist the urge to just push my aching dick into her. I know she wants me to.

"Not yet, Natalie," I whisper.

"Please," she whispers back.

"You don't get to say please," I grin. "You don't get to beg yet."

"Ugh," she growls.

"I'm going to teach you; you're going to learn."

"Fuck you," she tries again.

"You are," I press my hand against her ass, feeling the heat of her skin. I take the belt and slide it along her ass, between her legs, teasing her. "I'm going to make you scream my name. I'm going to make you beg for my cock."

"Fuck you," she struggles, trying to get away.

"I'm going to spank you until you can't sit down."

"No," she pleads.

"Yes," I answer back, slapping her ass hard. She lets out a yelp and I can feel her body tense up. I'm going to enjoy this.

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NATALIE

Matty's hand is hot; it stings as he brings it down on my ass. I grip the edge of the metal table and whimper. I didn't run because I wanted him to chase me. I ran because I was afraid, he'd see through my lie. I don't have extra copies of the files because I was stupid and didn't think ahead. But fuck, I do enjoy this, when he's pretending to be angry, pretending to punish me. Maybe the first time it was punishment, but now he's as hungry for my pussy as I am for his cock.

His hand comes down again on my ass, and though he isn't holding me down, I don't move. I want him—want this. Matty doesn't move away, instead he rubs my ass, spreading the heat through my skin. I close my eyes and enjoy this moment, this feeling.

"Good girl," he whispers. One more time, he spanks me. It stings, and I'm grateful for it. I'm grateful for the sting, for the pain, for his cock rubbing on the back of my thigh, for his hand on my skin. They make me feel something again and I want to feel it more. Every day.

"You're so fucking wet," he says.

I know it, I think. He rubs my pussy and smears my moisture around. I want his fingers inside me. I want his cock inside me. I want him to fuck me and to come so hard I can't breathe.

"Please," I say.

I hear him unzip his pants and I know he's going to fuck me. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't tease me or rub my clit. His cock slides inside me, hard and fast and I gasp. He groans and I push back to meet him. I like that he's rough with me, that he's not pretending this is anything but lust. He pulls me back against him, and I want to feel him deeper. I push my ass back, push my hips against his.

"You like that, you like being fucked from behind, don't you?" he whispers. He moves his hand around to my clit, and I moan. I don't know what he wants me to say, so I don't say anything at all. I like this, I like him.

"Tell me, tell me what you want."

"I want you," I say. "I want you to fuck me."

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