Page 15 of Vow of Revenge
Sizzles of stingy heat rocketed through my muscles, at the ultimate awareness of my violence. The muffled yelp sounded out her pain, but the fire glowing in her molten eyes when she looked back at me gave full permission to continue. She was fucking loving it.
“What do you want, Freya?” I teased. “Do you want it shoved in your pussy, your ass or your mouth?”
Her back stiffened and her hips shifted. The music was disjointed, the tempo slower than my racing pulse. It made me feel edgy and wound up. After a beat, she cleared her throat. “My pussy. Please. Now,” she panted.
“Beg me.”
“Please, Kaleb. Fuck me.”
“Beg me.”
“I am fucking begging you.” Her back lifted, pressing against my chest. “Please. I need it. I want this.” Her nails bit into my hands.
I obeyed.
I couldn’t do anything other than. I didn’t have time to prepare her ass, and I had to release somewhere. My mission was her torture. The sole goal was to shatter her composure and send tremors through her perfect body, so the aftershock could be felt for days after. In spite of everything, she was a woman, and all women were deceitful fucking liars.
Our united release was quick and hard, the climax nearly stopped my heart mid beat. Her throaty screams were a symphony, swirling in my ears. This was the last time I would pop another pill. These intense, fucked up and enhanced sensations made this woman feel like my forever. She wasn’t, of course. There was no forever for me – by my own choice.
I rolled off her prone body, clambering to the side as she lay there trembling. Wild raven tresses splayed behind her, a stark contrast to the white leather, like spilled squid ink. She looked pure and defenceless, her soft shiny lengths were like the blood of a fallen angel who tried, and failed, to trap me. She was a masterpiece. A rare collectable.
And what do I do with items I acquire - I fucking sell them on to the next buyer.
Marching to the bar, I swiftly collected the joint and returned to the couch with a crystal ashtray and zippo lighter. Sinking back on the couch, the tip of the delicate rolled paper rested on my lips. Holding the flame at the opposite end, it instantly caught fire, crackling with a fiery orange glow. Inhaling deeply, I waited for my rapid heartbeat to steady. I took another drag and held it towards her, hoovering it over her ass. “Here, Freya. Smoke this.”
Lifting her head, she innocently covered her tits, aiming for a degree of privacy.What the fuck?I just rode her until she screamed my name, and now she was bashful? What’s with this woman?
Her pretty red lips parted, holding the joint just close enough to touch them. She sucked in lightly, but a flurry of smoke drew into her lungs, resulting in a loud spluttered cough.
Shaking my head, I almost laughed. “Oh, for goodness sake, tell me you’ve had weed before?”
Her pale face pinked. “No!” she gasped. “Cal would kill me if I smoked, let alone took drugs. He used to do random drug tests when I was a teen.”
“Cal?”
“My father.” Her knees pulled in, hiding her chest.
“Why do you call your father by his name?”
She shrugged, wrapping her forearm around her shins. “I just do. Not that it’s any of your business.”
My eyes narrowed. She was just as cagey as I was. “Do you want me to spank your ass again, Freya.” I’d happily take her all over again. A hint of my vow trickled back into my heart. The high was finally subsiding. The forgotten truth was guiding me like a light house, showing me the way back to safety. I’d lost my way in the high.
Freya was a woman.
My nemesis.
Her sultry long lashes fluttered, flicking her gaze down to her bare shins. “I didn’t mean to come across so rude. Sorry.” Her lips delicately touched the tip of the joint, only this time she inhaled deeply. The cough watered her eyes and her palm fanned her chest. “Holy fuck. Why do people do this?”
A powerful impulse to ignite her skin beneath my palm took over, but not only that, I wanted to fuck her again. The joint hovered between our two bodies. I locked her gaze, staring at those fucking doe eyes that swirled with both innocence and hunger. I swiped the rolled-up paper from her fingers and examined her alabaster skin that prickled while her teeth involuntarily chattered.
Nipping the joint in my lips, I stood and sauntered to the side of the couch. There were blankets stored in a wooden box, so I grabbed a few and returned to her side. The idea was to warm her up while she finished the weed, agree she was in the drug safety zone and then kick her the fuck out of my house.
Elimination protocol in reverse. I’m always the one to leave.
“Thank you.” She smiled up at me.
“Just finish the joint, then you need to leave.”
