Page 23 of Vendetta

“It was him wasn’t it?” Preston says.

“Yes.” I reply. “He was the ring leader. But there were others. Three others. I don’t know their names or their faces but I want them all found. I want them all taken to the crypt and Eleri will watch as I make them pay.”

Preston nods. His face looks pale though because we both know what the crypt means but he also looks like he would do the same in my situation.They marked my woman. They touched her. Hurt her. Tried to destroy her beauty because she rejected them. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to die for that.

Preston looks out the glass, at Eleri. “If you want to avoid another incident like earlier I suggest you make sure everyone knows who she is.” He says.

I grunt in reply. I don’t need advice from him. Not when it comes to taking care of her.

He leaves and I stay, leaning over the island watching her for a few moments more. Only I think she knows I’m watching because she bends over the glass balustrade, making a point of looking at something below her and all I can see is her perfect round ass positioned at such an angle it would be so easy to rip that fabric up and sink my cock hard into her with her wriggling body beneath me.

I groan. My queen is toying with me I realise. And I’m done watching.

I let the door slam as I shut it and she lifts her head to look at me. She’s still bent over though, from the angle she’s at anyone in the garden is getting a perfect view of her tits.

“You took your time.” She teases and I smirk.

“Did you miss me that much?”

She bites her lip. Of course she fucking did.

I walk up to her and my hands are on her hips, keeping her in place as she tries to move. My dick is shoved right in between those chunky delicious ass cheeks of hers and I let her feel for a moment how hard I still am.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” She says.

“No.”

She lets out a sigh and if I’m honest it amuses me. How the tables have turned. How much she wants me now. How desperate she is for my cock.

I pull the robe up and the satin slip with it, exposing her skin to the cool spring breeze. She shudders and her smooth skin erupts into goosebumps.

“Did you like riding my fingers for Preston to see?” I ask her, staring at where her ass hole is presented like a treat with her already dripping cunt just below.

She nods. “I wanted him to know.” She replies.

“Know what?” I ask.

“That you want me. I want everyone to know.”

I grin. Fuck this girl is so mine. I glance around and I can see my men, my guards on the peripheries. I grab her hair yanking her head at an angle so that she can see them too.

“Do you want them to know as well?” I ask.

“Yes.” She says. And then she says it again as I plunge my fingers in between her slick, wet folds. “Yes.”

“Yes you do.” I say. “Because under that shy façade you’re a greedy little slut aren’t you?”

She nods, her head moving only as much as I allow it.

“For you.” She breathes.

“My greedy little slut.” I agree.

I’m finger fucking her hard now, relentlessly. All my pent up frustration, all my tiredness, all my anger at not being able to start this off right between us is being channelled into her warm, dripping cunt.

And by god does she love it. She rocks her hips, she encourages me. I think my nails might be tearing at the soft flesh of her insides but she doesn’t seem to care. She said before she wants me to use her and right now that’s what it feels like I’m doing, she’s my stress relief.

My toy to use as I please.

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