Page 28 of Lord of Vengeance

For all the posturing I’d done in my youth, I was no different than my father.

I continued fucking her, taking what I believed I had every right to, claiming her as if the moment would matter in the morning. No, I’d awaken from the haze of lust determined to act on my need for revenge. Even the sweetness of the taste of her pussy would fade with time, much like the feel of having her arms wrapped around my neck.

As we stared into each other’s eyes, our breathing much the same, the heat was becoming oppressive. As I’d done before, I devoured her mouth, pressing her lips open, having her in my arms unlike anything I’d experienced in far too long. The feel of her was spectacular, the driving sensations coursing through my veins like rocket fuel.

Sabrina moaned into the kiss, doing her best to meet every brutal thrust with one of her own. I couldn’t seem to stop, my needs building to a difficult precipice, the hunger for her spiraling out of control. She dug the fingers of one hand into the skin of my neck, her long nails biting but the slight pain was delicious. I felt more alive than before, the powerful electricity shooting between us off the charts.

I squeezed her neck, dragging her even closer, the gasp coming from my mouth further provoking the sadist inside. No longer able to hold back, I thrust my tongue inside, exploring every inch of her sweet mouth. Animalistic growls erupted from my darkness, the scent of her excitement turning me into a relentless savage who knew no bounds.

There was no doubt from the heat building in her sweet pussy and the clench and release of her muscles that she was close to coming. There was no denying what I craved, no ability to break free from my brutal needs. I was a man without a conscience.

As I sucked on her tongue, she pushed against me, arching her back. Her body was no longer tense, allowing me to take full control. When I broke the kiss, I twisted my hand around her hair more ferociously, yanking her head back several inches, exposing her long neck. I rubbed my lips across her jaw ever so slowly before rolling them down the side of her neck, swirling my tongue around her pulse of life. Her eyes were closed, the soft purring sounds deliciously ragged.

“Oh… You are…” It was as if she was unable to finish the sentence. A few seconds later, my suspicion was confirmed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as an orgasm claimed her system much like I’d claimed her body less than an hour before.

Stars floated in front of my eyes, the adrenaline rush double what it had been before. I was on fire, one so hot it threatened to consume me. The water only added to the strange yet amazing series of sensations, beads of sweat dripping down both sides of my face. As I picked up my pace, driving her brutally into the wall of the hot tub, she whimpered softly, the sounds sweeter than anything I’d heard in a long time.

I eased one hand under her bottom, immediately driving my thumb into her dark hole. The savage action pitched her into another powerful orgasm, her scream no longer silent.

“Oh, God. Oh… My. God.” Her entire body was shaking, her eyes now completely closed. For a few precious minutes, time stood still, the only sounds I could concentrate on were the slamming of my heart against my chest and her intense cries as the tidal wave crashed over her.

As I continued driving into her tight channel, she finally opened her eyes, staring at me so intently I was certain she was able to catch a glimpse of my blackened soul. There was such defiance to her, yet I also sensed a heightened level of hurt and uncertainty. She’d done everything she could to protect herself against a monster like me and it had taken me almost no time to peel away her defenses.

My God, what the woman was doing to me was indescribable, but several words powered through my mind.

Sinful.

Filthy.

Delicious.

But after a few seconds, I’d lost what was left of my patience, no longer able to control my needs, they were so intense.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her voice was no longer the powerful one from before but from a woman pleasured beyond what she was used to.

And I loved being able to unhinge her the way she was doing to me.

As she threw her head back, gasping for air, I pressed my fingers into her hips, holding her in place, my cock growing inside her tight little channel. The rush of her juice covering my shaft boosted my desire. I needed to claim every inch of her, to take everything that I’d hungered for since meeting her.

Nothing was going to stop me.

She gasped, raking her fingers down my chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. I’d never seen another woman react with such passion, her skin shimmering. My thoughts became vile and sadistic, my need to consume her uncontrollable.

Only when she stopped shaking did I allowed myself to release, my balls aching to the point the pain was maddening. Sadly, as she drifted down from the rafters, another moment of reality hit me between the eyes.

There was no fairytale in this tryst we’d engaged in, and she wouldn’t crack the steel coating around my heart. That was never going to happen.

As she locked eyes with mine once again, I pounded into her like a crazed lion, taking everything I wanted, refusing to release until I knew she’d surrendered.

Only then did I throw my head back, exploding deep inside.

In the seconds following the pure round of ecstasy, I realized that I was a lonely man but there was no other choice.

Not one where the end was anything different than what I’d already witnessed in my life. I was destined to be alone. I had to shut down the rare and raw emotions around her. If I didn’t, she could become collateral damage one way or the other. Even though I was a bad man through and through, I refused to allow that to happen.

It was better than the alternative, the one that had ultimately destroyed my beautiful mother because she’d fallen in love with the wrong man.

Loneliness was my cross to bear.