Page 60 of Vendetta

He face fucks me for a few minutes. I’m desperate for him to cum, to fill my mouth with his delicious seed but he pulls out and a trail of saliva drips from the tip of him down onto my chest.

I glance down then back at him. He’s pumping away now, getting himself closer and closer.

He moves as he does it and then he’s covering me in his cum, covering what feels like my entire torso.

I moan again. I want to cum so desperately but I can see from his face he’s not done with me. He won’t grant me my own release just yet.

He spreads his cum, covers me in it and then he sits back down, in his big executive leather chair and watches as the machine fucks me some more.

God this man is incredible.

“I love you.” I say as I stare back at him. It’s true, I do love him. I love everything about him. I love that he’s dangerous, I love that he’s toxic. I love that he does what he wants to me and he doesn’t apologise, I love the way he makes me feel, but most of all, I love the fact that he’s mine.

He tilts his head. Pushing the button, increasing the speed and finally, mercifully he lets me cum too.

I scream out his name, I writhe, his cum is dripping off me as I do and I know I’m making a mess everywhere but I don’t care, in this moment I want him to see what he’s done to me, to witness the effect he has on me.

When I’m done I realise he’s back, beside me again.

“Nico.” I murmur his name, my voice too hoarse to properly work now. He unties my body but I lay still all the same.

“Tomorrow we are meeting with my brother.” He says stroking my face.

My eye widens. Whatever the hell he has planned, whatever the hell is going on, I feel like tomorrow will be an end to it all.

“You need to do exactly what I tell you.” He says.

I nod. “I’ll do anything.” I say. “Anything you need.”

“I know you will.” He says kissing my forehead. “Because you’re such a good girl for me.”

I nod again. I am. I am good. I’m his woman and I will make him proud.

He starts whispering, telling me his instructions. I frown listening, trying not to argue with him, telling myself to trust him as he explains his plan.

Him

Everything is set.

In less than an hour Eleri will be getting in the car. Wearing the dress I chose, allowing herself to be taken right in the vipers nest.

I feel a pang of guilt, of concern too, because she’s putting herself at risk, putting her very life at risk and if she makes a mistake, if I’ve made a mistake, if I’ve overlooked something then it’s her that will suffer the consequences.

But I haven’t. I know I haven’t. Everything will go according to plan. Something in my gut tells me that.

And anyway, if I were to keep her here, if I were to work this another way they’d only come for her at the hotel. Because the day I made her my queen, I made her a target. And though I don’t regret it right now I wonder if a better man would have protected their woman better.

“They’re waiting.” Preston says quietly and I look around. I’ve been sat in the car, aware we’ve come to a stop for a while and yet my thoughts were on my woman. When today is over I am going to show her exactly what she means to me. Reward her in ways that will blow her mind.

I can see them, the people stood, frowning, fearful, unsure as to what the hell is going on.

I grunt in reply, opening the door and step out. A few of them nod their heads, avert their eyes. It’s a sign of respect but right now it feels like treachery, because we know what they’ve been up to. That they’ve been working with Emerson.

Blaine is there, with some of my other men, stood behind them and as the women and children are brought out the men on their knees start begging.

“Enough.” I snap.

The women are crying now, the children too. They huddle together and my men have to work to keep them all separated, to keep the innocents from the traitors.

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