Page 35 of Vendetta

“Touch yourself while I fuck you.” I say.

Her face is flushed, her lips are a beautiful shade of pink right now and as I start thrusting into her I watch as she matches each move with a slow, deliberate circle of her clit.

“You like watching me.” She says.

“You like me watching you.” I reply.

She nods. I can feel her body clenching around my cock already and I love that this is turning her on as much as it is me. That her kinks are my kinks. That we have the same, twisted soul.

“My knight in shining armour.” She murmurs and that gives me pause. Just for a second.

“I’m not your hero Eleri do you understand that?” I say as I begin sliding my dick in and out of her. I don’t know why I need to get the words out but I do. I want her to understand what this is. Who I am because I’m not going to pretend, to lie, to lead her on with false pretences.

She moans in response shutting her eye.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you right now.” I snap. In this moment I want her attention, I want every piece of her.

She obeys like the perfect creature that she is.

But as she stares at me with that almost innocent look I don’t care what I was about to say. I don’t care about anything. I lean down, kissing her hard. She grunts at the new, deeper angle of my cock in her but apart from that she doesn’t complain. But then why would she? She loves my cock already. She’s moulding around it as we speak.

“Fuck Nico.” She gasps.

“When I cum you cum.” I say.

She nods, biting her bottom lip, obviously trying to stave off the orgasm she’s so desperately close to having.

“That’s it, good girl.” I say taking her face in my hands. She shudders again. I think if it wasn’t so hot in here she would still have sweat on her brow from the concentration.

“Please…” She whimpers.

I pick up the pace, fucking her relentlessly now and a part of me doesn’t care if it hurts. I need to cum. I need her to cum. We both need this and just as her walls constrict so tightly around me I think she might snap my dick in half, I let go, I fall, I claim my very own piece of heaven deep inside her as her screams ring in our ears.

She slumps back, her pussy already leaking out our juices as I slip from her.

She’s breathing heavily, her chest is rising rapidly and I lay beside her watching her tits move.

For a moment I see a flash of her, not in that place they took her too, not forced to sit on one of their laps, but the first assault, the real insult, the one that left her broken in the alleyway.

“No one will ever hurt you again.” I say quietly. Maybe it’s more to myself than to her but the words need to be spoken all the same.

She turns her face to look at me. “And yet you claim not to be my hero.” She half teases like she doesn’t get what I meant.

I narrow my eyes. “I’m not Eleri. I’m not a hero. I’m not a good man. I’ve done things, bad things.”

“Like earlier?” She says as if we both haven’t technically committed murder today.

“Worse than that.”

“Worse than killing someone?”

I give her a hard look but she doesn’t flinch, she doesn’t even blink, she just stares right back at me.

“I don’t need a hero.” She states. “And I certainly don’t want one. So what exactly are you trying to tell me?”

“That I’m a selfish man. I take what I want. I do what I want. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I won’t shower you in roses, I won’t…”

“Are you saying this like I have a choice? Like you gave me a choice?”

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