Page 19 of Made for Vengeance (Dark Dynasties #3)

RAFE

H er cunt gripped me like it was made for me—tight, hot, soaked, and clenching like it was trying to pull me in deeper.

A velvet trap, desperate and perfect. My name should’ve been written into the slick walls of her pussy because this was where I was meant to be. Buried inside her. Claiming every inch.

I didn’t move at first. Just held there. Let her feel it. The stretch, the fullness, the weight of what we both couldn’t deny anymore. Her breath caught. Her fingers curled in the velvet beneath her like it was the only thing tethering her to this reality.

I watched her face. Eyes wide and wet, flickering with disbelief and fury. But under it all—need. Need so sharp it made her shake. Need she couldn’t hide, no matter how many times she told herself she hated me.

"You feel that?" I rasped, barely able to speak. "That’s me buried so deep in this tight little pussy, you’ll feel me for days."

She didn’t answer. But her body did. Every muscle in her thighs trembled. Her chest rose and fell like she couldn’t get enough air.

I rocked my hips. Slow. Deep. Just enough to make her gasp.

"You can pretend all you want. Keep lying. But your body’s honest, Grace. This pussy’s been waiting for me."

Her nails dragged across my arm. I didn’t know if she meant to claw or cling. Didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop touching me.

Then she did it—spat right in my face. Hot and furious. Her eyes blazing.

I paused, stunned for only a second. Then I dragged two fingers through the spit, slow, and licked it off with a groan that shook through both of us.

"Fuck, that’s what I want," I said, voice low and reverent. "Spit on me. Hate me. Give me that fire while I ruin you."

I slammed into her harder, hips snapping against hers. Her gasp broke in the back of her throat.

"Say it," I growled. "Say you hate it. Say you hate me while I’m fucking the truth out of you."

She tried. She really did. But all she gave me was a moan. Choked and helpless and beautiful.

I pulled out halfway, then thrust in again, brutal and deep. The sound her body made was obscene. Wet. Hungry. Addictive.

"You fucking tremble when I move. You tighten like you don’t want to let go. You think I don’t know what that means?"

I fucked her with slow, relentless force, savoring every twitch, every cry.

"You can scream at me later. But right now, you’re mine. You belong to me."

I licked a line up her neck, nipped her jaw, dragged my teeth across her skin. She shivered like a live wire.

"I’m going to fuck every protest out of your pretty mouth. Make you sob for it. Make you drip down your thighs because you can’t take how good it feels."

She clenched her jaw, but her hips moved anyway. Grinding into me. Begging.

I groaned, lost in it.

I reached between us and found her clit, rubbed it slow, mean, precise. She gasped. Bit her lip hard. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"That’s it. Let me see it. Let me see the exact moment you lose every last bit of control."

Her body jerked. Her pussy clamped around me so hard I saw stars.

"No," I snarled, stilling inside her. "You don’t get to come yet. Not until you say it. Not until you beg."

She whimpered, back arching, trying to grind up into me, but I held her hips down with one hand.

"You feel that? Just the tip. That’s all you get until I hear the words."

"Please—"

"Not enough. Tell me exactly what you want."

I drew back almost all the way, letting just the head of my cock press at her entrance, teasing her with the promise she refused to say. Her nails raked down my arms, teeth gritted, a snarl and a sob fighting in her throat.

"Fuck you," she spat. "I’m not giving you that."

I grinned, dark and slow. God, she was gorgeous like this—fighting and desperate, still clinging to the last scrap of pride.

"Say it, or I pull out. Say it, or you stay on the edge. I could keep you here all fucking night, baby. Dripping. Throbbing. Empty."

She writhed beneath me, trying to buck her hips, but I didn’t move. My cock hovered right there, barely in her, thick and hot and pulsing. Her eyes burned with rage. Her thighs trembled with need.

"You hate me that much? More than you want to come?"

"I don’t want?—"

I slammed in halfway and stopped. She gasped.

"Liar. Your cunt's been begging since I walked in. Don’t make me tear the truth out of you."

She bit her lip. Her face was flushed, tears brimming…not from pain. From humiliation. From want.

I leaned down, voice against her mouth. "Just say it. Just give me the truth, and I’ll give you everything."

She tried to twist away. Spat in my face again.

My cock twitched.

I dragged my fingers through it, slow, then sucked them clean with a groan. "God, you even taste like fury."

Then I pulled out again, cruelly slow, until just the head pressed against her, slick and swollen.

"One more chance, baby. Say it. Or I’ll leave you right here, dripping and empty."

She whimpered, shaking her head, still defiant—but her hips told a different story. Desperate, stuttering, trying to chase me. I stayed still. I waited.

Her hands fisted the sheets.

"Say it," I growled.

"I want it," she bit out, voice broken. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Please. I need it."

My control snapped.

I slammed into her, deep and brutal, dragging a ragged cry from her throat. Her back arched. Her nails carved down my arms. Her cunt clenched so hard I saw stars.

She came with a scream—my name ripped from her lips.

A confession.

I didn’t stop until she was limp beneath me, trembling and soaked, wrecked from the inside out. When I finally pulled out, she gasped, thighs still twitching, eyes glassy with what I'd done to her.

I leaned in, brushing my mouth against her ear.

"Good girl. That’s what honesty sounds like."

I kissed her jaw, tucked myself away, still hard, still aching—but fed.

Then I stood, dragging my fingers down her thigh as I moved.

"You’ll beg faster next time."

And I walked out, leaving her soaked, spent, and ruined. Exactly how I wanted her.