Page 18 of Vow of Revenge
His fists remained locked in my hair while his voice became distant.
“What if I don’t want to anymore?” I sneered.
“Your pussy is dripping, little mouse. You want to do it.” A rakish grin lied to me, disguising his heartlessness. He was right, I was so turned on. It felt so wrong being held captive, but my skin scorched in his presence and my heart thundered.
In that second, his scowl softened, and his handsome face cocked to the side like he was contemplating kindness. A flicker of something unreadable danced behind his eyes and extinguished any ideas of being gentle with me. His fingers curled tighter.
“Let go of my hair!” I pushed against him, attempting to scramble to my feet. Hunkering down under his hold, I grappled with his hands. Lifting my palm away, I swung it hard and forceful, smacking the top of his leg, right beside his toned ass. His exhale was a guttural groan.
My head dropped. His hands left my hair, finding my arms instead. In a split second, Kaleb tugged me up and into his body, jabbing my tummy with the hardness I so desperately craved.
His threatening stance consumed me, and the alarming look on his face made my insides quiver. “You don’t have permission to slap me.”
“And you don’t have permission to pull my hair!”
“I’m going to spank your ass so hard, Freya. I’ll teach you a fucking lesson,” he growled. I gazed up into his ocean blue eyes that hinted uncertainty. The clear blue hid behind formidable deep black pools that veiled his temperament.
“You think you’re a big tough bully, but you’re just a dickhead, Kaleb.”
Balling my hands, I retracted my arm and began to hammer his chest like a wild animal fighting for freedom. I deceived my mind into thinking I wanted to break free from his relentless hold, but in reality, my body ached for him.
I wanted him to dominate me.
In a breath of frustration, I tried to hurt him with powerful thrusts and slaps. Each act of violence was met with his swift defence. In a weird twist of insanity, I couldn’t decipher the detached expression on his sexy face. A quirk of his lips made me think he was enjoying it, yet what really shocked me was that I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted him to hurt me back.
My mental confliction and confusion warped together in an ugly mass of dark twisted emotions. I was tired. Failing in my attempt to resist him, my head dropped. The struggle faded.
“I win, little mouse.” The sanctimonious victory in his tone made me hate him.
With one last surge of energy, I raised my hand and slapped his cheek, letting go of all my anger in one powerful movement.
He just stood there, in silence. I held my breath, covering my mouth. On the surface he appeared unaffected, but a devasting hurricane was whipping up an unknown reaction behind his fixed stare.
The hairs on my scalp stood up to watch, fearful for what was going to happen next. Retaliation was imminent. The mindless attack was not what I expected when his wet lips smashed down aggressively to meet my own. A ruthless, demanding punishment coaxed out a violent passion, heated with desire.
I gave in to his depraved acts. I surrendered as he spun me around and pushed me to my hands and knees. The loud crack of his hand meeting my flesh racked my needy body. The burning ache on my ass cheek made me feel alive. He charged up my soul with his intentions, electrifying the synapses in my brain.
Kaleb knelt behind, offering the sweet pleasurable lick of his heavenly tongue, tethering together pleasure and pain. Again, a loud thwack bounced off the walls, echoing in my ears, drowning my scream.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
I was going to let him take me again.
With lightening dexterity charged with lust, I lunged forward, away from his raised hand. I scrambled around to face him, both of us kneeling in a standoff, the air electrified. I would happily stare the devil in the face while he pushed me into the fires of perdition. I panted with fascination, dazed and aroused.
“What are you going to do now, little mouse? My hand is still twitching. There’s plenty more where they came from.” The corners of his mouth rose to a seductive smile.
Shuffling closer, I pressed my breasts into the chest of the most striking man I’d ever met. A man who could rip out my pounding heart in seconds. The pulse thrummed in his throat, but his expression remained focused on my face, blank, indecipherable – except for the subtle flare of his pupils when my fingertips traced the curves of his chest muscles.
“I’m going to watch you fuck me,” I whispered boldly. My arms reached up and snaked his neck, and I brushed my lips to his with a teasing pressure. Diving my fingers into his thick ebony hair, I fisted the lengths at the top. In one beat, I forcefully yanked his lips away from mine. “The question is, ‘what are you going to do now, Kaleb?’”
A shadow of something unknown flickered briefly in his glacial gaze, but it was his hands that told the story of his mind. In a surge of strength, I was ripped up from the floor, shoved back onto the couch, my head lolling with the force. His broad shoulders rounded, my legs were spread wide and his mouth latched over my clit. The relentless sucking erupted blazing lava into my veins, and when his finger slipped inside me, my hips bucked shunting closer to his face.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, not recognising my own needy rasp.
The strong suck turned to a hard bite. Powerful volts tore through my body with a wildness of sensations. I lost myself, sinking deeper into his torture, hiding in his darkness.
