Page 9 of Vow of Vengeance (Destruction & Vengeance Duet #2)

I push a slick-covered finger from her pussy against the ring of muscle at her ass, feeling her clench like she thinks that will keep me out.

I feel her squeeze me desperately as she tries to escape me even a little, though it only manages to pull me deeper into her ass.

I guess she hasn't figured out yet what I've been telling her from the first moment— there's no escape from me.

I reach between us and pinch her nose shut, giving her no warning before plunging in deep. She retches as I hit her gag reflex, her entire body trying to fold in half as I add another finger to her ass, spreading her open for me.

I count the whole time, making it to four before she desperately tries to twist out from under me.

Another ten seconds and I notice the bite as her nails dig deeper into my skin, desperately trying to force me off her.

Another ten seconds and I release her nose, letting her suck in a deep breath that only chokes her when my cock slips deeper into her throat.

"Fuck, little bird." I growl, feeling myself losing my grip on my sanity.

She makes me feral, animalistic. I do things with her before I've even thought them through, things I've never done with anyone. The same part of me that wants to destroy her wants to push her limits, and it tests my own in the process.

I push off of her, using the momentum to unsheathe myself from her throat. Soren sucks in air and chokes on that, too. A long string of spit connects her chin to my dick, which is coated in the thick lining of her throat.

She's still trying to get her breath back when I go to the other side of the bed and flip her, smacking her ass in the spot that makes her jump like she's been electrocuted.

"Dec!" She gasps, slamming her fist into the mattress as I prod between her cheeks, my cock ready for the final frontier. I'd be worried about her if she weren't coughing, proving that she's still breathing despite my brutal reminder of who owns her.

I spit between her cheeks, letting it coat her asshole before I push in. It’s not much, but my dick is slick with the slippery lining of her throat, and it helps ease me inside of her.

"Wait!" She gasps, pushing back against me like that will make me back off. As if I'll just roll over and go to bed. Not a fucking chance, not when her tight ass is strangling my dick.

I suck in a breath through my nose, trying to gain my composure. I’ve only just gotten the tip in and I don’t know if I’ll last long enough to sheathe myself inside of her, to turn my thighs into a throne for her to sit upon.

She gasps, a sound of pain that turns to a cry, a sound like a sob, and finally, a moan as I slide deeper.

I go slow, testing her.

I experimented in college, but anal was never my favorite. I preferred the feel of a woman's mouth wrapped around me, wet and warm. But this is a pleasure I didn't expect as I push into her, feeling her stretch around me.

"I need to erase him from you, Ren." I explain, inching deeper inside of her. I'm going slow, opening her to me and making sure she doesn't tear. Lube would be a good idea, but I didn't prepare for any of this.

"No." Her gasp turns to a strangled scream when I press my hips flat against her ass, buried deep inside her bowels. There's a sheen of sweat on her skin that makes her glow like a fucking goddess as she tries to wriggle me free.

"It will hurt more when I move. Just give it a minute to adjust."

Soren slams her fist into the mattress, throwing her head back to let a ragged gasp out of her. "I can't!"

"You can. And you will.” I press a kiss against her sweat-slicked skin. “Because this pain is nothing compared to what you've been through."

She grunts, bucking toward me again and jolting my cock. I'm like a spring wound too tight, ready to blow at a second’s notice, and I haven't even begun to move yet.

"Fuck," she groans, breathing shallow breaths. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I own every part of you." I move her sticky hair off the base of her neck, pressing a kiss there. "And I need to prove it to you. And I need you to prove it to me."

"Please," she whimpers, clawing at the comforter. "Just..."

"Breathe through it." I instruct her, letting her feel the pain in all of its glory.

Pain is exquisite. It is the most indisputable proof of life, the thing we search for to prove whether we're in a dream or suffering through consciousness. Sharing pain is something far more exquisite, a pleasure in its own right. And the way she's gripping my cock is beautifully painful.

"I can't." Soren shakes her head even as she takes a breath in, and I feel her shoulders ease a little as some of the agony fades. I grant her some relief, sliding a hand around the front of her, skating down her stomach all the way to her pussy, which is wet for me... for this.

I grip her clit gently enough that she moans in pleasure as I slide back, building some friction between us before thrusting back in, making her squeal at the sudden pain. I bury two fingers in her pussy with ease. Despite her denial, she’s sopping wet.

Coating my fingers in her reluctant arousal, I draw back and pump into her ass again.

She moans, softening, her body losing some of the tension that's been keeping her rigid as she surrenders to me in yet another way.

I told her we would share control, but I'm growing addicted to taking it from her, forcing her to hand it over to me.

"Fuck." I grunt as I pick up the pace, thrusting into her with my fingers and cock in tandem. "Who does this ass belong to?" I growl, bottoming out against her.

She moans something unintelligible, her face in the blanket so that I have to grip the back of her neck to get her to take a deep breath and try again.

"Who-" I thrust deep, feeling the telltale tightening in my balls. “Does-” I can't hold on much longer. "This ass- " I slap her gently on the globe of her ass, enjoying the way she squeezes around me, and the moan that slips out of her throat. "Belong to?"

"You." She breathes, trying to exhale the pain as I grip her hips, seeking the impending orgasm.

"Who am I?" I grunt, needing to hear her scream for me, the way I promised she would.

"Declan!" She huffs, growing desperate for the release just out of reach as I roll my fingertips over her needy clit.

Just a little more pressure and she'll come undone. One more thrust and I surely will. But there's something I need from her first.

I pinch her clit and twist, making sure the pain is brief before it marries with the pleasure of release. Her gasp assures me that the combination is doing exactly what I want it to, making her want this, making her crave every inch of me.

"Scream for me." It’s the last instruction I give her before I leverage my grip on both of her thighs, pulling her closer to me so that I can hammer into her mercilessly.

I don't have to tell her twice.

“Oh, fuck Declan!” She sobs, so close to an orgasm unlike any she’s ever felt before. “Declan! Please!”

She screams my name before her yelling turns into an unintelligible wail.

I think I pry an orgasm out of her, but I can’t quite tell since she never comes down, shuddering and screaming through it all. She doesn't let up even when the heat explodes across my skin, sweaty with her perspiration and mine.

“Fuck!” I grunt, feeling as if the pressure may blow me apart. I hold tighter to her just in case, burying my final thrusts deeper inside of her as I empty my heavy balls into her little round ass.

Her cries slow to gasps as I work the last of my cum into her tight hole, and she tries to rock away from me.

I’m not ready to give up my treasure yet, so I stay sheathed inside of her, pressing a kiss to the base of her skull that makes her shiver.

The motion makes her ass grip me, prompting a moan from her and a grunt from me.

Part of me wants to let her collapse on the bed and then fall atop her, staying buried inside her until I’m ready to go again. But she squeezes me too tight, her body experiencing aftershocks that make her jump and tighten.

I let her fall onto the bed, my cock slipping out of her as I stand to roll her over.

She's a glorious mess, covered in spit and cum, her hair matted down and her eyes heavy with satisfaction. But she's also the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen, broken in her fulfillment.

She stares vacantly as I rise off of her and make my way to the bathroom.

I don't bother turning the light on, grabbing a washcloth from the drawer and running it under the tap for a minute.

I doubt she'll have the energy to shower after this, and while I'll enjoy knowing my cum is leaking out of her ass all night, I'm not going to leave her in the mess I made.

I wipe her mouth first, getting off the spit that has dried to her cheeks without protest from her. I can't tell if she's asleep or just embarrassed, refusing to look at me again the way she did the other night when I made her piss herself.

When I press the cloth against the hole I just took ownership of, she moans a little, but doesn't move otherwise. I clean her quickly and throw the cloth on the ground, letting it land on the tile floor.

One mess at a time.

And right now, the biggest of them all is my head.