Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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Chapter 26 (Therapy) VOILÀ

Domenico

If that were a game she wanted to play, I would give it to her—only it wasn't a game at all. I could see the anguish and betrayal she harbored deep within her now distant eyes. I wanted to remedy the disease that I could see was slowly killing her—cut the infection out. Take it all away, but it was clear to me that she was never a problem to be fixed despite how the others felt. I could see she was fucking hurting, and that destroyed me.

It wasn't lost on me that her pain was partly my fault. That if I had been honest with her, I could've saved her the grief because though I hadn't been the one responsible for physically hurting her. My actions did set a series of events into motion that led to her being ambushed by that piece of fucking shit, Reaper.

Yes, she left, but who could blame her after seeing Lorenzo and I kill that piece of human garbage, Liam? In truth, I fully expected for all of Miami-Dade PD to come busting my fucking door down... they'd been lying in wait for years. But it never happened. No. Instead, the woman I loved was out there alone and scared. Our carelessness left her open to what he did to her—the attack.

Huh, Attack the word almost laughable if you'd seen the state of her when she arrived, yet that's what she called it, but I knew better. We all did. My head, however, wouldn't allow me to accept what my heart already knew. I growled outwardly, thinking about what I'd do once I got my hands on him for what he'd done to her.

Fuck! I desperately wanted her to talk to me, but I wouldn't push her. I owed her that much, and now she was back. I knew I couldn't do things as I had done before she left me. I refused to let that history repeat itself. In the meantime, I'd be patient, only taking from her what she'd allow me to have, and right now, it was this game.

Leaning forward, I sought to comfort her by kissing her tear-stained cheeks, but she wouldn't let me. Instead, she placed both hands on my chest to put some distance between us as she shook her head. It was apparent that she was trying to keep emotions out of this, so I let her.

"That's fine, little one," I told her with a taut groan, pulling myself from her tight body and biting down on her collarbone. I wouldn't push. But I still needed her to "Beg me."

"Nic," she sighed and whimpered beneath me as I sucked her fresh bitten flesh between my lips, swirling my tongue in languid circles to soothe her irritated skin.

When she'd had enough, I took my time gradually kissing my way down her quivering body, taking my time tasting every inch of her before settling between her perfect tan thighs, looking up at her as she tugged her soft bottom lip between her teeth, brows pulled together in anticipation. Fuck she was beautiful.

Settling my large hands onto her shaky legs, I covered her perched knees and slowly slid them down to her inner thighs, using them to spread her open for me. Fuck such a pretty fucking pussy.
"Beg me to give you what you so desperately ached for last night, little one. Beg me to let you cum all over my cock like we both know you wanted." Her forehead creased, brows pulling even tighter, and an unsteady breath left her perfect little pout when I threw her words back at her while gliding my index and middle fingers up the length of her dripping cunt.

"I-I don't beg," she said though her words held no conviction. "Not anymore."

"Is that right," I shoved two fingers inside of her, hard. Moaning profanities, her back bowed off the wooden table, and her hands came to my shoulders, nails cutting into my skin. "You see, baby, that isn't exactly how I remember things, and right now, you don't sound too convinced about that yourself," pressing my thumb to her clit, the wet sound of her pussy sloshed between us as I fucked her with my hand bringing her closer to the edge with every thrust of my fingers. "NOW. BEG. ME."