Page 48 of Vow of Revenge
Gavin exited my black Mercedes, yanking open the car door for me. I held back to let her drop in, noting her fine black stockings and patent heels. My dick growled so much that my stomach flipped. My mind was in turmoil, a tornado of questions burning a hole in my brain.
“Find a coffee shop,” I ordered, slamming my back against the leather seat.
We sat in silence. I was grappling with my blurred consciousness, trying hard to focus.
Maybe then I could move on without this irritating necessity to seek justice. Each time I watched broken tears spill, I hoped to find the gratification that I promised myself. In the beginning, I truly enjoyed my ability to crack the weak hearts of women in two, but lately I’ve felt void of any such emotion, completely numb. Now I was with a woman who conjured up unknown emotions and triggered something that no one else could.
Gavin pulled up outside a small coffee shop not far from Glimmer HQ. “Will this do?” he asked through the open partition.
My averted gaze cut to her nervous foot wagging. “Leave us here. Come back to the car in thirty minutes.”
Gavin raised the glass partition and exited the car. The atmosphere was palpable, filled with a thick heady lust.
“Aren’t we going inside?” she asked. A solitary vein pulsed in her neck, straining to keep up with her racing heart.
“No, we’re staying here. Practice makes perfect.” I felt a wolfish grin spread across my cheeks, and her fingers drifted to her mouth.
“You want me to suck you off again?” she whispered, biting her lower lip.
“Not this time. I’m going to return the favour, little mouse.”
I slanted forward, releasing the metal pins from her hair, letting it flow over her shoulders like silk. Her parted lips were delicately tinted with her own natural sexy stain. The golden rings hung around black pupils intensified, trailing down my arm to my fingers as I popped open the buttons of her tight shirt.
I inhaled sharply at the sight of a red lace bra. Dark nipples peeked through, barely visible but ready for my teeth. Darkness seeped into my blood like poison, I wanted to flip her over and fuck her ass until she screamed my name. I battled with the vision of tying her arms behind her back, linking them with her ankles and making her body shudder with desire. My dick was ready to rule; my mind was rising outside of this dimension and into a world with possibilities. A place where my poison didn’t ruin Freya Beaumont, where she was right for me and I, for her.
She groaned softly, embracing my touch when I squeezed her tits and tugged them out of the lacy cage. That sexy sound alone could make me blow my load.
Gentle fingertips pressed against my dick, feeling its hardness, exploring with intrepid hunger. The elasticity in her skirt granted easy access to her naked thighs and wet panties. My cock stiffened to stone when I found the edges of fine hold-up stockings, like she was waiting for a predator to devour her.
As each finger traced her heat, sparks accelerated up my arm, electrifying my heart. I tore off her lacy panties, spread open her legs and feasted on her pretty folds. Her musky taste was the antidote to my fatal truth. I drank her juices as she groaned and moaned with sinful pleasure. Little mouse was being eaten alive and fucking loving it.
With a swirl of my tongue, she rose higher, rising to a quick climax. Erotic moans vibrated through my soul. Quickly unzipping my trousers, I fisted my dick and rolled down a condom. Just as she prepared to spiral out of control, my dick veiled hardness slammed inside her with full urgent force. Her eyes flew open, her nails bit into my back. I didn’t care if she drew blood, all I could do was chase my own release.
Was this her punishment or my own?
My palm covered her soft lips, pressing down on her mouth, muffling her gasps.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” I growled. Her brow creased. “Don’t even fucking breath. I don’t want to hear a single noise until I say so.”
Her molten eyes widened, her breathing halted. She gave in to my command. Yet, I couldn’t help feeling she was the sorceress and I was under her spell as I struggled to keep my hand in place and not replace it with my mouth.
Sensing her imminent release, I growled into her hair, “Come for me. Now.” Uncontrollable tingles burst over my skin like an explosion.
My hand slipped away. Little mouse surrendered, panting in waves that chilled my spine. The intensity of my rampage shook the car, thankfully the blacked-out windows kept the world away. There were no witnesses to her surrender, or to watch as I burned in the flames behind her eyes. I was falling to my own reckless demise.
Foolishly for little mouse, her eyes locked with mine, our souls entwined. She fell into my darkness. It was consuming her, seeping into her soul and infecting her like a disease.
I came hard, my balls tightened as I emptied my load. Pulling out of her perfect pussy, my decision was final. I had to stay the hell away from her.
16 years ago
Tonight, I met Mr. B. He’s not like the others. There was a gentleness to his touch and a bid for forgiveness behind his eyes. He didn’t try to hurt me. He asked if I wanted to have sex with him. I thought it was a trap. Damien explicitly warned me to do exactly what the members wanted. I feared he wanted me to say no, so he could enjoy taking me anyway, but then I didn’t want to say no in case he beat me for not wanting it. A conundrum that would usually end up with the same loathsome result.
I said no. He nodded and sat down in the large wingback chair in front of the fire, in the guest bedroom. I was terrified. This man was eerily calm and collected. His demeanour left me uncertain. He beckoned for me to join him, then asked me questions about myself. I told him about my daughter. His expression changed immediately, like compassion or remorse flooded his eyes. He has a daughter, a few months older than mine, and a wife. He doesn’t always fuck the women who are paid to look after the club members. He made a point of telling me that. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t.
Mr. B gave me chocolate and let me drink a fine red wine. He told me not to fear him, to fear only the devil himself. He ordered me to keep our secret. He wouldn’t lay a hand on me, as long as I told no one of what we really did together.
He was true to his word. But he left me. He knew the demon I faced, yet he left me to deal with him on my own.
