Page 117 of Seeking Vengeance

My heart pangs.

I can’t reciprocate. Not this time. Not without lying.

“Say it.” He keeps plunging his cock into me. Harder. Faster. More punishing. “Tell me I’ll never lose you.”

“Matthew…”

“Tell me,” he demands.

I’m on the cliff’s ledge, arms hesitantly open, heart painfully fragile.

I can’t leap. Can I?

“All that I have is yours,amore mio. The money. The assets.” He steals my lips, punishing me with a rough kiss. “But you’re mine. I won’t lose you.”

I cup his cheeks, my closed eyes burning as I nod.

I don’t have a chance to contemplate the severity of my capitulation before he drags me from the wall with strong hands on my hips, his dick remaining inside me as he walks us to the bedroom across the hall.

The space is bathed in darkness, the only light coming from more candles on the nightstands.

He places me on the bed, decimating our connection when he descends to his knees, grabs my ankles, and drags me in one rough slide to the edge of the mattress.

I struggle to catch my breath as those forceful hands yank at the waistband of my shredded panties, dragging the elastic to fall to the floor. My legs are plastered wide, my sex on full display when he swoops in to plant his mouth directly over my pussy.

I jolt with the contact, the sudden rush of lips and tongue not merely kissing, but utterly ravaging.

His fingers dig into my thighs, the appreciative rumble from his throat vibrating deep in my core.

I grasp the bed coverings, wiggling my ass for more. “Matthew…”

I want to tell him how I feel. How I hurt and yearn and crave for this to be real.Trulyreal.

For the possibility of living without recrimination to be something other than a fairy tale. For this paradise to be more than an illusion.

“I need you, too,” I admit. “I need you too much.”

His growl turns to an animalistic snarl, his mouth rising to latch on to my clit. He sucks, flicking the sensitive nerves with his tongue while two fingers plunge inside me, curling into my G-spot.

I struggle for breath, my core snapping tight around his digits, the pleasure infusing me all the way to my toes.

But he’s too far away.

I need skin to skin. To touch instead of being touched. To give pleasure instead of merely receiving it.

“I want you inside me.” I strangle the bed coverings, my legs squeezing around him.

“I’m not even close to being done here.”

“Matthew.” His name is panted from my drying lips. “Don’t deny me.”

He pauses, edging backward, his stubble scratching my inner thighs. “I’d never fucking deny you.” He rises to his feet, roughly shucks his pants, then crawls on top of me. “My mouth not good enough for you,amore mio?”

“Your mouth is divine.” I grab him around the nape and drag him closer, licking his lips in a quick tease, tasting my own arousal. “But I want to be close. I don’t want space between us.”

He grinds his hips as his nostrils flare, the tip of his cock edging into me. “No space. No lies. No secrets.”

I nod, not knowing what I’m agreeing to as my teeth dig into my lower lip.

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