Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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Chapter 13
Catalina

Salvatore grunted into my pussy, causing tremors of pleasure to ripple through my body. He immediately latched an arm around my waist, locking me in place. My head fell back, and I moaned into the ceiling, rotating my hips in a circle. "Ooo," reaching down, I took hold of what I could of his short damp hair. I jerked forward, groaning when he lashed his vicious tongue back and forth over my clit, making my body shudder uncontrollably above him.

I wasn't stupid. I was fully aware that what Salvatore and I were doing was terrible. Yet that didn't stop me from rocking my hips forward and grinding myself into the pad of his skillful tongue. Every nerve ending in my body suddenly aroused, and my limbs began to tingle when his long fingers stroked the curve of my ass. Grunting, his hands came down to cup and spread each of my cheeks as he lifted himself upward to bury his face deeper into my center.

Rasping profanities under my breath, I shivered when the hairs of his goatee roughly scraped against the hood of my aching pussy. "Shit," my brows tugged together, and my toes began to curl. Salvatore spitefully ate me like the gluttonous pig he was. Our movement was frantic and uncontrolled and my abdomen began to pull taut. When he wrapped his harsh lips around my aching bud and sucked me into his mouth.

He and I were finding a brutally sweet rhythm when a violent groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my pussy. "Oh, fuck." Cursing, I rooted my lower half further into his face and pushed more of myself into his mouth, my nails digging into his scalp. Whack. I yelped in shock when a hand connected hard with my bare asscheek signaling for me to loosen up on my tight grip, and I humbly obliged—for now.

When a burning fire began to rumble deep within the pit of my belly, I moaned, feeling myself needing to spill over. That was new. Ever since Reaper, I hadn't been able to get myself off. It didn't matter what I did or how hard I tried. I was never quite able to bring myself to a finishing point. It was like the wires that connected me to reaching any sort of satisfaction were suddenly crossed.

Unlike now—with him.

It happened so fast my hands barely had time to land on his hard abdomen—he spun me around over his face as though I weighed nothing.

"Woe," I squealed in surprise as the tan crown of his fat cock stared me in the face. Hungrily licking my lips, I eyed the translucent bead of moisture expanding over his tiny slit—eager for a taste. "Yes," I hissed, closing  my eyes, bowing my head, and cried out when his teeth slowly raked across my engorged clit.

Salvatore roughly took hold of my waist with one hand while using the fine point of his tongue to make small quick circles, bringing me even closer. I shuddered, rolling my hips at a quicker pace, chasing the first orgasm I'd neared in weeks. I was so damn close I could taste it.

Slowly sliding his other hand up the center of my back, Salvatore grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to still above him. I furrowed my brows in confusion when he peeled his lips from my pussy with a suctioned pop. Frustrated, I attempted to turn to scowl at him, but he just tightened the grip on my hair.

"Watch your teeth, princess,"  he growled, mockingly using the nickname Lorenzo had for me as he hovered my head over his length.

That's when I saw them—a row of five to six uniformed horizontal barbells running along the underside of his cock. Hmm. That was interesting. Salvatore didn't give me much time to explore because he shoved my head forward until his round mushroomed tip was nudging at my pout. Being a brat, I tucked my lips into my teeth. Sealing my mouth shut, I shook my head no, earning an irritated growl.

"Open."

"Mm-Mm."

Salvatore's hand that wasn't wrapped inside of my hair immediately lifted from my waist—slapping my left cheek. It stings for a few seconds before a surge of pleasure pulses straight to my core. A shudder rolled down my spine, and I fought back a moan. He jerked my head around, so I was sitting upright.

"Now, Catalina," he ordered, and though I couldn't see his face, I could feel his eyes burning two tiny holes into the back of my head.

"Mmm-Mmm," I hummed slowly, smirking to myself.

"Fine. Have it your way, love," Salvatore flings my body to the side, rolling me onto the carpet beside him.

"Asshole," I shouted, landing on my ass.

Paying me no mine, Salvatore sprung to his feet and stood over me as he took himself into his hand. I bit my lip and shook my head 'no' crawling backward on my elbows—away from him. I didn't get very far before he reached down, snatching my hair and jerking me to my knees. Goosebumps pricked at my skin, and I let a moan slip when he smacked his cock against the side of my face.

"Don't make me ask again."

For whatever reason, I wanted a fight. I didn't want him to be easy on me because apparently, it's what got me off. So I stared up into his eyes and shook my head 'NO' again. I knew it would rile him up, and that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him angry and untamed. My pussy clenched just thinking of him tearing into me like a feral beast. I craved to feel him rip me apart. I know it was beyond sick and twisted, but I wanted it. I needed it.

"Fine, I'll do it myself," Salvatore snorted, and his eyes darkened, making my stomach flip in anticipation. Then he rolled his wrist in a tight circle, yanking my hair until the feeling was uncomfortable enough that I had to open my mouth to cry out in pain. That was when he took his opportunity and drove his hips forward, thrusting himself between my lips.

Gagging around him, I allowed Salvatore to control the slow, steady movement of my head. He held my long hair in his fist like a ponytail, using it to guide me up and down him at an unhurried pace. He eased himself in and out my mouth—way too slow for my liking. I brought my hands to his thighs to try and gain some control, then began stroking my tongue along his piercings—six to be exact. I thrust my head forward, hitting the back of my throat, and it wasn't even all of him. Salvatore groaned and cursed my name under his breath. Happy with the response I drew from him, I sucked and slurped on a mission to bring him to his knees.

Drool and slobber dribbled down my chin, spilling down onto my breast as Salvatore smacked them raw.

"That's right, get my cock nice and wet to fuck the pussy that has all the guys losing their goddamn minds around here," he groaned, pushing himself further down my throat.

Grunting, he wrapped a hand around the front of my neck and began stroking himself through my tight channel. Tears ran down my eyes, and I hallowed my cheeks, giving as much as I was taking. My pussy was soaked—juices coated my inner thighs.

I wanted him to fuck me. Now.

"Christ, I see this smart mouth of yours is good for more than just talking shit, " he slapped my cheek with his other hand, and I moaned around him, pushing a hand between my legs to get myself off.

My eyes rolled back, and my body shook when I shoved two fingers inside myself, taking advantage of my thumb and kneading my aching clit. There was a familiar pull deep in my stomach, compelling my fingers to thrust faster, hungry to taste the all-consuming euphoria. I was about to topple over when I was ripped away from my pleasure when Salvatore tore himself away and snatched me to my feet by my hair.

"Fucking hell," I cursed, trying to punch him, but his hold on me was too strong.

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up," Salvatore barked, roughly shoving me forward. I threw out my arms, catching myself before hitting the full-length mirror on his wall.

Asshole.

Walking up, he ripped my hands from in front of me and held them at the base of my tailbone as he pressed his front into my back, pushing my chest into the cold reflective surface. "You cum when I let you come," rasping into my ear, his massive member slipped through my soaked folds and nudged at my entrance. I watched his enormous reflection behind me in awe, and a shiver shook my tiny frame.

"Fuck you," I grumbled, poking the beast and hoping for some payoff. I wanted this man to destroy me like I knew he wanted to. His laugh was void of any humor as he reached down, snatching my leg from the ground; he cupped the inner of my knee and rammed deep inside of me. I screamed, my taut pussy nuzzling his thick veiny cock as he fought through the tightness that resisted him.

"What was that, love..." he drags his hips back in a slow, torturous pace before ramming forward full force, completely bottoming out and knocking all the air from my lungs. "I couldn't quite hear you."

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