Page 44 of Seeking Vengeance

“Excuse me, sir, how much would you like me to take?” He stares at Layla, his Adam’s apple bobbing with an arduous swallow.

He envies what I have. And so he should. The woman in my arms is beyond compare. Not only in appearance. In class, too. In seduction, and sensuality, and above all else, the trust she’s placed in me.

“That depends.” I slide another finger inside the most perfect pussy, and her body rolls in the subtlest of waves, her back arching, her chest stretching. “What’s the going price for discretion?”

His lips part, his skin turning a paler shade. “There is no price, sir. I would never—”

“Then take it all, my friend. Enjoy yourself.”

“All of it?” He gapes. “Are you sure?”

I slide another finger inside her. “Positive. I’m always happy to reward loyalty.”

The guy pauses a moment, watching as Layla’s head rests back against my shoulder, her teeth buried in her lower lip as she nuzzles shyly into my neck.

I slowly pulse my digits, enjoying how he watches her. How hewantsher.

She needs to bear witness to that. To how she’s desired. Adored. This gorgeous woman may be confident in battle, but right here, gloriously naked and wanton, she seems far from empowered.

“Like what you see?” I ask.

The kid nods.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I want him to say it. To tell her how perfect she is. How revered.

“She’s gorgeous,” he murmurs.

Layla moans, the sound seeming born from pained modesty and heightened pleasure while she hides her face deeper against my neck.

I need her to know she’s hungered for. Treasured.

“Matthew,” she whispers against my skin. “Please ask him to leave.”

My lungs restrict at her polite plea. The delicate cadence. The charm of her voice. “Of course. Anything for you.” I nuzzle her hair, working my thumb over her clit as I meet the guy’s gaze. “You can leave now.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He backtracks, stumbling to the hall, disappearing into the shadows, his footsteps retreating until the suite door squeaks closed in the distance.

“You okay?” I keep gliding my fingers inside her. Punishingly gradual. Torturing us both.

She doesn’t respond. Not in words. She keeps those claws embedded in my wrist, her pussy clenching with each new slide of penetration.

“He wanted you,” I utter against her ear. “Anyone who could see you like this would want you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She pants. Mewls. Scratches.

“You’re breathtaking, Layla.” I increase the pulse of my fingers. “So fucking breathtaking.”

“Don’t… stop.” Her core clenches, her nails breaking through skin to bring the most gratifying burst of pain. “Please.”

I plunge deeper inside her. Press harder against her clit. With my free hand, I grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her neck to the side so I can devour her throat.

“Matthew,” she wheezes.

I kiss.

Lick.

Suck.

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