Page 14 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Vincent

“ W hat did you call me?” I snarl, wondering how she forgets the rules so quickly.

“Sir. Please, sir. I made a mistake. I won’t ever do something like that again.” She begs, her voice shaky with tears.

“Of course, you won’t.” I grin," pressing the dildo harder into her ass.

She squeals and tries to wiggle forward so I grab the back of her neck and lean my weight onto her as I push the dildo into her ass. “Stop moving or I’ll use my cock.” I threaten.

She freezes, as the dildo slips inside her. It’s big enough to hurt, but still only half the size of my cock. I want her to be uncomfortable, not torn apart.

Her body is rigid, every muscle tense as I slide deeper into her.

She’s fighting for control, tears soaking into the pillow beneath her. It’s a beautiful sight and my cock is so fucking hard watching her it’s aching.

I wish I could slam my cock into her tight little ass. But her pussy is just as beautiful.

While I slowly pull and push the dildo inside her ass, I rub my cock over her pink little pussy. My pussy. It belongs to me.

She shudders, forgetting the pain she is in as she arches herself against my cock, her wetness soaking over me.

“That’s my good girl.” I praise her and she lets out a quiet moan. “Who does this pussy belong to, little pet?”

“You.” She mumbles softly.

“Me. That’s right. And I will do whatever I want with it.” I say, thrusting into her.

She screams at the sudden intrusion. Her pussy is tighter than usual because of the discomfort of the dildo. Her confusion is obvious as she tries to move towards my cock and away from the dildo at the same time.

I leave it buried deep inside her ass as I start to fuck her from behind.

Delightful little gasps of pain and pleasure drift through the air as I grab a handful of her hair and pull hard, yanking her head back and forcing her to arch her back.

My cock throbs inside her. Those sounds she’s making are enough to kill me.

I plunge into her, again and again, faster, and faster, pushing her wide open and making her cry from pain and pleasure. This is not about delicacy. I want to fuck her until I explode. I want to take from her - chase my own pleasure.

But the more pleasure she gets the more I get.

Hers is intricately linked with mine.

Her body starts to shake beneath me and those cute little moans of hers get faster and louder. Her pussy tightens over my cock, and I can feel the moment her orgasm hits her.

She goes rigid as her muscles tense down. Her ass locks over the dildo and her pussy tightens onto my cock.

I can’t hold back, with her spasming beneath me, my cock gets harder, and I explode inside her.

For a moment all I can do is breathe.

Pure, heavenly bliss fills every cell in my body. I look down at Misha, still locked beneath me with the dildo in her ass.

Without a word I pull it out of her, and she squeals in pain. I laugh. Then I pull my cock out of her, still hard, but satisfied.

I push off from the bed and walk out of the room.

“Vincent?” She whispers from the darkness of her bed.

“No, you cannot sleep with me tonight. Go to bed. I might forgive you in the morning.”

I have every intention of going to my room, climbing into my bed, and getting some rest.

But when her quiet little voice, filled with disappointment murmurs “Oh. Ok.” I can’t walk away.

My jaw clenches and the muscles ache over my face. I can’t walk away.

It takes two steps to be next to the bed again. Bending down I scoop her into my arms and cradle her against my chest.

She snuggles into me immediately.

She is light as a feather, and I only set her down again once I am in my bedroom and I’ve pulled the blankets back. She grins, quickly getting comfortable in that gorgeous lingerie she taunted me with. What a delightful little plaything she is.

I climb beneath the blankets next to her and pull her close to me so that she’s lying on my chest.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask gently.

She shakes her head. “No. A little. But it’s ok.”

“Why do you enjoy the pain, little raven?” I ask, genuinely curious. What if I’m hurting her and she doesn’t really like it? Would I stop? I wouldn’t want to inflict pain on her against her will.

She giggles and looks up at me through thick, dark lashes. “I’m a little broken inside I guess.” She says mysteriously.

“Who broke you?”

“My father. The man before my father who broke my mother.”

I brush my fingers through her silky hair.

“Tell me about your father. You said he wasn’t with you anymore. What happened?”

“I killed him.”

Very few people are capable of surprising me, but right now I’m stunned to silence.

My heart beats steadily in my ears as I process what she’s just said.

“You killed your father? By accident?” I ask.

She shakes her head, her cheek brushing against me. “It wasn’t an accident. It was very intentional. I pushed him down the stairs after he tried to - um - hurt me.”

The thought of a man trying to hurt her has me wanting to bring him back from the dead just so that I can kill him all over again. But it appears that my dark little raven can take care of herself. A smile creeps its way onto my lips.

“You killed your father.” I chuckle. “Perhaps you want to rethink going around and telling people that.”

She pushes herself up onto her elbows, resting her chin on her hands. “Actually, you’re the first person I’ve ever told.”

Warmth spills into my heart. “Do you trust me, Misha?” I ask, my brows knotted.

“Clearly.” She sighs. “And I don’t trust anyone.”

“Me either.”

“So, you killed your father. What about the other man who broke you, the man who broke your mother? Did you kill him too?” I ask, wanting to learn everything about this beautiful, mysterious creature.

Her being so open to confess her sins to me has made me fall even deeper into her. She is perfect. She is as dark and twisted as I am. The universe has blessed me with a black angel, so sweet, so innocent and so deadly.

“I never met that man. I’ve only heard stories about him from my mother who prefers to share very little about what he did to her.

Enough for me to know he’s a monster of the darkest kind.

All I know for sure is that he left her for dead and what he did to her caused her to spend months in hospital recovering and years after that, dealing with the trauma.

And I would kill him if I ever met him.”

“Well, perhaps one day as a gift to you I will haunt him down and give you that chance.”

She smiles, her eyes glittering. “I would like that very much.”

“And you should know, little raven, that if anyone ever hurt you again, I will kill them.”

Misha lays her head on my chest and closes her eyes, her soft breathing relaxes me, the way her back gently rises and falls is a soothing kind of peace I’ve never felt before.

Her being here, with me, is all I need in this moment.

As she drifts off to sleep, I run my fingers gently through her hair, brushing down the long silky, dark strands.

I am obsessed. I am obsessed beyond my control.

If I lose her, I will lose my mind.

I can never allow that to happen.