Page 48 of Lord of Vengeance
Her words were a powerful aphrodisiac, the scent of her intoxicating. I was close to losing control, something I didn’t want to happen. I wanted to claim every single inch of her, including her tight little dark hole.
As she started to come down from the erotic moment, I pulled all the way out, pressing the tip against her puckered hole. She stiffened all over again; fighting my hold, she was able to throw her head over her shoulder. Even in the shadowed light, I could see the look of horror on her face.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Fucking your ass.” With that, I pushed several inches inside, reveling in the sharp cries pushing past her luscious lips.
Sabrina whimpered, once again trying to claw away from me. Yet in the next few seconds, her cries of discomfort and disbelief changed into sounds of pure ecstasy. Only then did I drive the remaining few inches inside, gasping in disbelief at how tight her dark hole remained, how incredible the feel was from being buried deep inside of her.
Her body continued to shudder, yet as I pulled out, thrusting into her again, her whimpers turned into delightful moans. Holding this kind of power over her was special, more so than I would have believed. Fucking her was perfect, even cathartic, even if I was the one playing with fire.
Or perhaps we both were.
Maybe we’d make a good team. That was if she learned to obey me. The connection only continued to increase, the need for her building. I thrust like some crazed man, refusing to stop. However, I knew I couldn’t keep my control for long. Everything about her was special, the toughness she exuded continuing to draw me in.
I closed my eyes, doing what I could to hold on. But as she wiggled underneath me, grinding her hips provocatively, there was nothing else I could do.
“Fuck!” I threw my head back, issuing a loud roar as I erupted deep inside her ass. When I let go of her hair, I half expected she would try once again to reach for the weapon. Yet she didn’t, instead dropping her head as she struggled to breathe.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
All the standard answers I could use came to mind. That she’d fucked with the wrong man. That she’d crossed me and I couldn’t allow that to happen. While they were both correct, the simple truth was more difficult to digest. She’d managed to break through a barrier I’d placed around myself, one that had withstood the test of time, including when I’d been engaged to the woman my brother had married.
The answer I gave her surprised even me.
“Because we can help each other.”
Her laugh was more bitter than before. “Not a chance in hell.”
For every woman I’d been with in my life, I’d taken what I’d wanted then walked away with no qualms, no second guessing. However, she was refreshing in every sense of the word. Yet given the broadcast on the television I’d seen, the reporter’s story had possibly placed Sabrina’s life in danger.
This woman was entirely different; tough but innocent, her wide eyes taking in every aspect of her surroundings with a combination of awe and disdain. Whatever she’d been through in her life had strengthened her resolve as well as her attitude. That only made me want to peel away more of the layers.
She still had no idea what I was capable of, but she would learn soon enough. I’d fuck her in every hole, break her down to the point that she’d beg me for my touch. After that?
Hell, I wasn’t certain.
If I had any decency inside of me, I’d feel guilty for destroying her life, but that simply wasn’t the case.
I was a bad man. There was no sense in trying to deny what came naturally to me.
Seconds later I pulled out of her delicious bottom, planting my foot on the side of the bed where her weapon was located. That prompted her to ease onto her stomach, curling her legs up in a fetal position.
I knew that wouldn’t last for long.
The name she’d mentioned had struck a chord, although I was surprised to hear it. Carlos Desposito had once been considered a powerful and savage man, his hold on one of the cartels sliding into LA going back to when I was a boy. It wasn’t long after the night twenty years before when I’d killed my first treacherous enemy that he’d disappeared, believed to have been killed by the founding member of the New Generation, the patriarch killed as well. The fact he was in this small town meant he was no longer afraid of being arrested or killed because of his past.
It was also no coincidence.
While I couldn’t have faith that she’d work with me easily, I’d need to gain enough of her trust to keep her from arresting me, which I realized she fully intended doing. Granted, I wasn’t about to allow that to happen, but she truly had no understanding of what I could do or how disruptive I could become to her life.
As I eased my cock into my trousers, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her. I was right that her seemingly stunned state didn’t last long. She jumped off the other side of the bed, immediately turning to face me. “Get out.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Sabrina. At least not until we come to an understanding.”
“Are you out of your mind?” She immediately acted as if she was headed for her bedroom door.
“Don’t try and get away from me, Sabrina. I meant what I said earlier. I will prevent you from doing anything you’ll regret.”