Page 48 of Vendetta

He smirks. His hands are on my clit before I realise it and I’m spreading legs even though I know it’s a distraction.

“My little fighter.” He says. “My own personal warrior.”

I nod, rocking my hips, welcoming his touch more. He grabs my ass, holding me up and thrusts his cock into me before holding me still against his chest as if he wants me to simply keep it warm.

“Let me help.” I gasp. He’s so fucking big that just having him in my pussy is enough to make me feel things.

He starts thrusting, slow, deliberate movements and each one makes me see stars.

“Please.” I half beg.

“Please make you cum or let you help?” He teases.

“Both.” I say digging my hands into his thighs riding his cock, letting my ass cheeks slam against him.

He leans forward, wrapping his hand around my throat, just like he did back at the club and god do I love it. His other hand is already claiming ownership of my clit and he’s starting to pound into me harder and harder.

“You really want to help me?”

“Yes.” I gasp both in encouragement and in answer to him. Only it’s so hard to focus, so hard to even think.

“You’re sure? I may ask you to do things you don’t want to.”

“I’d do anything for you.” I half shout. The intensity, the feel of his cock is too much. But I don’t want to cum yet. I want to hold off till he says the words. Till he grants me my wish.

“Anything?” He questions.

“I’d kill for you Nico.”

He grips my throat harder, my breath catches and I let myself go. I let myself cum as he pounds into me over and over and over.

“Good girl. Clench around my cock.” He groans as he cums too. “Clench hard and milk me good.”

We lay back in the water both panting. His cock is still in me and I refuse to move, refuse to let him go.

“You’ll have to do everything I say. Exactly as I say.” He states.

“I already do.” I murmur. It’s true. I’m so obedient he could tell me to jump off a cliff and I would. He could tell me to climb to the tallest tower in this city and fuck myself for everyone to see and I’d do it happily knowing it was what he wanted.

What he needs of me.

Him

We’re sat around the table. Me, Preston to my left, Blaine to my right. Behind us are at least a dozen of my men. Though they’re not armed, the fact that they’re there is a warning enough.

Opposite us is Emerson Dalconti. With the biggest smirk on his face that I’m itching to wipe off.

“This doesn’t have to be any messier than it already is.” The man beside him says. He’s a cousin of Emerson, Jace is his name. He’s as much of an idiot as Emerson is if he thinks he can play games with me and live to tell the tale.

“Bit late for that isn’t it?” Blaine says leaning forward, and they try not to look at the knife he’s currently twisting around the palm of his hand and the blood that’s dripping as a result. Yeah the man is a psycho but by god is he good getting under peoples skin.

“You started it by beating up the La Cruso boy.” Emerson growls.

“Maybe you shouldn’t send a boy to do a man’s job.” I state. Besides we both know Emerson was making moves before that. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to lay his cards on the table without feeling like he had a few aces up his sleeves already.

Emerson stretches his hands as if he’s imagining wrapping them around my neck and I half want him to do it, to cross the line, to step over the agreed safe zone so I can gut him and get it over with.

“These are our terms.” He says. “You give up control of the docks to us. You agree to turn a blind eye to our trade and we’ll do the same for you. Call it a union. A coming together of like-minded individuals.”

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