Page 153 of Angelic Vengeance

Grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her close to me. “You gonna keep your body away from me again?”

She immediately shook her headno, looking up at me with big eyes. When I still didn’t move, she whimpered,“Zach… Please...”

I lowered my hand to her throat, squeezing softly, and looked down, deep in her eyes. “From now on – you wanna wear a baggy shirt, you wearmyT-shirts. So everyone knows who owns your heart.” Before she could complain, I slowly stroked inside her; just once. “And around the house. Nothing else. Nothing underneath.”

“Mhm…”She nodded, biting her bottom lip.

“You’ll strip whenever I want.” I stroked inside her again, deeper than before, smirking slightly. “Not that you don’t already…”

A moan escaped her lips as her head fell back.“Yes.”

I smirked. “And you’re gonna keep giving me those back massages you’re so good at, yeah?” This time I stroked so deep, she slummed against my chest, her hands holding onto my neck.

“Anything you want.” She smiled, kissing the corner of my mouth.

A groan of approval climbed up my throat. I was the only one who’d ever been able to make her beg ‘yes,please.’

Pushing her back down on the bed, I kept my arms around her, holding my own weight in my forearms. Maria wrapped her legs around me, keeping her hands around my neck. I pulled out until only the head of my cock was still in, before I smashed inside her, over and over again.

Instead of the previous long moans, her breaths turned into short, high-pitched whimpers. The room filled with its erotic music, along with my groans and the slapping of flesh.

“Who do you belong with?” My voice came out calm, nothing like the way I was savagely fucking her, so hard and rough she wouldn’t walk straight in the morning.

After nothing but sweet-talk, dinner dates and cuddling for the past month, I wanted to remind her what only I knew how to do to her.

“You,”She managed to say through whimpers.

I hummed in approval, wrapping one of my arms in her hair and pulling so she looked up at me with dazed eyes and an open mouth.“Who’s the only one for you?”

“You are.”

“And whose pussy is this?” I asked, my other hand coming down hard on her upper thigh, my fingers digging into her soft skin.

“Yours…”She moaned, trailing off and looking down.

I heard what she said but it wasn’t clear enough to my liking. I pulled her hair again, making her open her eyes, “Who’s?”

“Yours!”

“That’s my good girl.” I stroked my thumb over the curve of her ass in soothing sweeps.

Finally, I leaned down, closing the few inches left between us, and kissed her. She was so exhausted, I dominated the kiss, nipping and biting on her bottom lip.

“I’m yours too, baby,” I mumbled against her lips, before swallowing her moans. “You’re gonna feel me for days.”

I continued smashing in and out of her; one hand around her throat, the other gripping her ass. My orgasm built at the base of my spine as her thighs squeezed around me. I didn’t pull out, and we kept making out for a long time after we finished together.

I tried to keep her busy so she wouldn’t look at my chest, since it made her sad when she saw the reminders of that night. But then she ran her hands over my chest, freezing when she felt the scars underneath.

The kiss came to a slow stop as she lowered her eyes. Her manicured fingers brushed over my chest and the sensitive skin of the four bullet wounds, sending goosebumps over my body. Even in the dark, she knew where they were; she’d cleaned them and patched me up every day for the past month.

Planting her hands on the sides of my body, she leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on each scar. Her appreciation was a whisper against my heart. “Thank you.”

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I SIGHED, STRETCHING IN BED, as Zach’s grip tightened on my waist.

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