Page 96 of Beautiful Revenge

The moment my back is to the front door, I quickly run backwards and out of the house.

Sal chases me to my car, which I parked down the street. I open the car and dive inside but Sal is right behind me. He tries jamming the knife towards my face but I kick him in the stomach and send him to the ground. I shut my door and start the car and drive away before Sal can get me.

I see him in my rearview mirror on the ground, laughing his ass off. Fucking crazy person. I’m the one people usually call crazy. The irony is not lost on me.

I make it back to the house and stumble inside without announcing myself. Adrenaline is coursing through me. My armis bleeding and I don’t fucking care. I just need Aria and only her.

A bullet wizzes right by my head and I drop to the floor. “Aria, what the fuck?”

“Sorry,” she squeaks. “But you didn’t announce yourself. I just heard someone. My hands reacted on instinct.”

I push myself up and go over to her, ripping the gun out of her hands. I’m breathing heavy.

She squints at me. “Are you ok? Did you kill Sal?”

“I don’t want to talk about Sal right now,” I growl before I grab her face and slam my lips against hers. Aria gasps and goes still. I press my lips harder into hers and then Aria begins to relax into my touch.

My hands dig into her waist as I draw her in close to me. Aria grips the back of my neck, her fingers digging into my skin. It feels so fucking good.

“I need you,” I say against her lips. “I’m tired of waiting. I want you to be mine.”

“Finn, you don’t get to just come in here and -,”

“Bemine.”

Her eyes search mine for a moment before she nods. “Ok.”

“Good.” I kiss her again and pick her up around the waist. Aria doesn’t object as I carry her to the bedroom and toss her onto the bed.

“I’m still hurt,” she says.

“No you’re not. You just want to be treated like a princess but right now, what you need is to be fucked and fucked hard.” I pull her pants and underwear right down her legs. Aria gasps as her eyes dilate. She wants this as much as I do.

I practically rip her shirt and bra off her as my lips find her breasts. I need to kiss her. I need to touch her. To fuck her. To make her fully mine.

Aria moans when I bring my hand between her legs, getting her wet. I know she’s a virgin and needs to be ready to accept my cock. God, I love that I’ll be her first. That I’ll be the only man to ever touch her.

She bucks her hips into my hand. I love seeing her let go. It’s a beautiful sight to behold.

“You like this, dirty girl?” I grind my palm harder against her pussy. Aria whimpers and clutches the bedsheet. “Hold onto me or your breasts,” I order. “Not the fucking bed.”

Her hands find my shoulders and she draws me in closer.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I rub my fingers along her clit. It’s swollen and puffy. Perfect. “Do you like this?”

“I don’t have to answer that,” she gasps out as her eyes flutter closed and her hips buck up to reach my palm.

“You do. I can tell you like it. Just tell me. Just fucking tell me.”

“I like it,” she moans, dropping her head back.

“Good.”

Then I insert my finger inside of her. Her inner walls immediately clench down onto my finger. Fuck.

“It hurts a little,” she whines.

“Pleasure is nothing without a little bit of pain.” I nip at her neck. I could devour all of her if I could. Consume her until there was nothing left. “You need to be ready for my cock. Have you ever put your fingers inside of you?”

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