Page 6 of Dangerous Vengeance

“Shit…” I moan as he slides his head up and down my crack, smearing my juices around. “I… I’m…” If I tell him I’m a virgin, will it even matter? That I know nothing about this? That he’s going to split me from hole to hole? That I’ve never even done this?

“You have such a pretty little pussy… and your asshole just begs me to fuck it. Maybe next time,” he says as he lines up to my hole. I grit my teeth expecting the penetration, but he teases me. “You’re tight. I can already tell.”

“Shit… just do it!” I moan, the only hint of consent I’ll give him. “Get it over with…” I add, to hopefully make him think I’m scared and disgusted by him, but I’m anything but. I want him so fucking bad right now and I’m ashamed that I do.

Matty pushes his cock into my hole, and I feel it stretch and burn so bad I know I’ve torn open. He holds my hair tight in one hand, smacking my ass with the other as he fucks me hard.

“Ahhh…” I groan, fighting against his hold on my hair. It’s excruciating, exhilarating, and exquisite all at once. The way he fills me is divine, touching every place inside me that begs to be sated. “Oh, mmmm, fuck.”

“I told you, you wanted this.” His gruff thrusts are anything but gentle or loving. He slams into me so hard I lose my balance but his grip on my hair holds me upright. I touch my clit, imagining what this must look like—captor fucking captive. The thought arouses me more and I feel my body build toward orgasm.

“Shit… oh shit,” I pant, furiously massaging my clit. It hurts, and I whimper, but it feels so good. I’ve never had a man make me come like this, only once—and that was oral in the back of his car. But shit does this feel amazing.

One more hard smack to my ass and I’m undone. His hand leaves my skin only to return as he pushes a digit into my ass. My hips buckle; I nearly collapse. My body spasms and jerks, clenching around his cock. “Ahhh,” I cry out, unable to control the sounds my vocal cords make in response to the waves of pleasure washing through me.

He's silent for a moment, then I hear a growl rumble up out of his chest, his hand claws at my sides after releasing my hair. His fingernails sink into me, and I shudder. “God, you feel good.” His voice is gruff, and he slams into me a few more times before I feel heat seep into me. I assume it’s his load spewing out of his cock. I’ve never experienced this. My body continues to jolt and twitch even as he pulls his finger from my ass. My stomach spasms and my body jerks and I collapse to the bed as he pulls out, his sex draining from my hole.

I’m spent, heaving hard breaths and letting my body melt into the mattress. It was incredible. I don’t want to open my eyes and remember that I’m his prisoner, not his lover. For this split second I want to enjoy the sensations. I listen to him zip his jeans up and take a few deep breaths. When I look up at him, he’s putting his t-shirt on, covering the artwork that decorates his chest.

“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.” He eyes me and I feel shame swell. I look at the sheet, stained with my blood. It’s a telltale sign I can’t hide.

“Fuck you.”

His smirk is infuriating. That he would get pleasure out of that pisses me off. “Now eat… and when you’re done, you’re going to tell me what you know about my family.”

“And if I don’t?” I’ll never give up what I actually know. If he thinks I will, he's wrong. I may be an easy fuck because he’s so damn sexy and assertive, but I’m not a pushover.

“Then I’ll have to teach you a lesson again; only next time I won’t be so nice.” Matty walks to the door and opens it then walks out. It was unlocked the whole time? I hear him turn the key in the lock and look across the room to where the food sits—a bowl and some silverware on a tray next to a glass of something.

Fuck that sex was amazing and I want it again already. But I won’t sleep with the devil then tell him my secrets. He’ll have to do better than that if he thinks he’s getting to me. I’m not selling my soul.

4

MATTY

Even as the key clicks in the lock I am reeling. Natalie—a virgin? I stand there pondering it for a moment. She’s twenty-five-years-old and only now having sex for the first time? Women like that are a myth, aren’t they? Ones who still wait until marriage to engage in sex. And God was she so fucking tight I thought I wouldn’t fit. I felt the exact moment her skin tore giving me entrance. It was intense, like my first kill, staring that man in the eyes as the blood drained out of his body. Her blood stained my dick. Not nearly the same, but better in every way.

I walk down the stairs and head toward my den. So much about her remains a mystery. Other than her sizzling good looks and her profession, I know nothing about her. I sit down at my computer and power it on. A little research into her past won’t hurt at all, and if anything surfaces about her that helps us out, all the better. We just need her research notes from her computer, which isn’t connected to a network, or we’d just hack it.

Dominic doesn’t want her dead until we have all her files in our hands. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that we need to know everything she knows, and everyone she’s told. If she really did make copies and send them to other people, like her boss, then all of those people need to be tracked down too.

I let my fingers do the walking, pulling up her social media profiles and sifting through them. Her privacy settings are set very strict, so I can’t see much. I do enjoy the photos of her at Ocean City with someone who appears to be a friend or family member. The images were shared last year in the summer; Natalie looks fantastic in a bikini, but that only makes me want to see her fully nude.

After nearly an hour of surfing the internet to see who and what she’s connected to, my phone rings. I see Dominic’s face light up the screen and I pick it up and answer it.

“How is our guest?” he asks, his voice stern as always.

“She’s obeying for now.” I don’t need to tell him what methods I employ to keep her obedient. I assume as long as she finds me irresistible, she’ll do whatever I want. Natalie is unique; a woman who never had sex but whose fantasy involves being forced to have sex and dominated by me? But she is so smart. It’s an odd combination that arouses me greatly.

“And do you have the information? Have you squeezed her?” He’s pushy and I understand why. If she is supposed to check in with anyone following her meeting with her source—who we’re still trying to track down—and she doesn’t call, they’ll come looking. Or they’ll call the police. Neither of those options is good for us.

“Tonight. I’ll make sure I have it tonight.” I sit back in my chair and stare at Natalie’s profile picture on her Facebook account. I don’t like admitting how sexually aroused I am by her considering she has to go. She’s a threat to our family. I also will never tell my brothers how she responds to me—like she’s waited her whole life to be dominated by someone and I’m the one she chose to submit to. They’ll only tell me it’s a manipulation tactic, that she’s using her feminine wiles to control me and make me think I’m two steps ahead of her when in reality she’s outsmarting me. I know it’s not the case. But they won’t think that.

“Tonight then….” He pauses for a moment, then continues. “We have to make sure she hasn’t told anyone about this—her editor or boss.”

“The editor is a chump. I’ve already looked him up. He’s only given her breadcrumb stories. She’d never confide in him about this level of a story.” I haven’t looked into Sheffield though, her boss. From the way I understand the inner workings of this paper, he is the one who hands out assignments too, so that means if she is on this story for real, he’s the one who knows about it. “I’ll handle the boss.”

“Good, good…” Dominic sighs and clears his throat. “Tonight then. We can’t have this leaked.”

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