Page 21 of The Vengeance You Crave
Letty thinks she knows everything about me. But she doesn't. There are parts that I've never exposed to her. Parts that even Leon hasn't seen for a very long time.
They both just think I'm a little hot-headed, and I am, I can't deny that. But it's what happens when I lock myself into my room after that outburst that they have no idea about.
Peyton knows it all though. She's seen every dark and twisted side of me and despite knowing that, she fucking broke me.
"You're fucking right there. You've already taken enough from me. It's time for me to repay the favor.”
Releasing her throat, I wrap my fingers around the cropped hem of her shirt and push it up, exposing her bare tits.
They're fucking perfect and everything I've spent years dreaming about but like fuck am I about to tell her that.
Before she has a chance to protest, I lower down and suck one into my mouth.
Her sweetness explodes in my mouth and my cock weeps for her.
I remember the image of her lips wrapped around my length all too well. I remember her hesitation, her nerves. It makes me wonder how much more confidence she might have now. How much practice she might have had.
The thought of her on her knees for some other motherfucker makes my fists clench but I soon realize I've something better right before me to release my frustration on.
"Luc," she cries as I bite down on the nipple deep in my mouth as I pinch the other.
Her fingers thrust into my hair, pulling hard and making my scalp sting as she tries to fight me off.
"And to think, you tried to deny being a whore," I mutter against the fullness of her breast.
"I'm not. Get the hell off me."
"Stop lying to yourself, P. You want this. You're wet for this."
"No. I hate you, Luc. I fucking hate you."
Her words send a tsunami of anger racing through me.
"You hate me?" I roar, forgetting all about where we are and that anyone could hear and come rushing to her rescue. My hand finds her throat once more but my grip is much more brutal this time and her eyes widen in fear. Once upon a time, she'd have every confidence in me never taking things too far, never hurting her. But times have fucking changed and she deserves all the pain I can deliver. "I did nothing, P. Fucking nothing," I bellow, the hurt sixteen-year-old boy inside me rearing his little head. "You ruined everything with your bullshit lies. I loved you, P. I loved you so fucking much and you fucking broke me."
Need, hunger, anger, depravity, it all swirls around me like a dark cloud making me forget who I really am, where we are and what I should be doing.
"Luca, no," Peyton cries as I rip her panties aside. Kicking her legs wider with my feet, I sink two fingers deep inside her. Her velvet heat surrounds me and immediately something settles because I was right.
I was fucking right.
"Fuck, P. You're fucking dripping right now."
"Luca," she whimpers but her body is clearly on a different page than her head because as I bend my fingers inside her, she clamps down on me, a rush of liquid running down my digits and to my hand.
"You enjoy walking around looking like a filthy slut, don't you? Does it make you feel powerful knowing that all the men want you?"
“No," she cries.
"Let's make a deal."
She thrashes her head from side to side trying to ignore what my fingers are doing buried deep inside her.
"We'll let them look… for now. But no one else touches what's mine."
"Luc." Her voice is raspy, her body teetering right on the edge of her release.
The need to push her over. To watch her fall once again because of me is almost too much to deny.
