Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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A/N: hey everyone this chapter may be triggering (flashbacks of SA during intimate scene) so please read at your own risk.

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Liley Cruz 💗

Chapter 32

Catalina

Between Nic confessing he still loved me, Matteo avoiding me like the plague, Lorenzo starting shit with me at every turn, and now me being shoved roughly onto my knees by Salvatore. I didn't know what was happening anymore.

I was still trying to process how quickly things escalated during the meeting with Bradley. My mind still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Salvatore had just put a gun to the bastard's forehead. And while it caught me entirely off guard, the part I struggled with the most was that I kind of enjoyed it.

Yeah, how the disrespectful prick kept addressing me was way out of line, but really, I shouldn't have taken so much pleasure in the look of sheer terror on his face and the way his frightened green eyes widened in fear as he cried like a little bitch when Salvatore corrected his behavior.

Should I have?

Jesus, I'm turning into Lorenzo.

One of Sal's large hands came to hold me at the shoulder while the other roughly wrapped into my ponytail. He jerked my head up to look at him, earning my complete attention."Get off of me, asshole," I hissed through my teeth, pushing at his hard thighs to no avail. He only shook his head languidly, looking down at me, and I swallowed hard under his intense honeyed gaze.

"No, I don't think that I will," his low, raspy voice had me shifting on my knees and lightly rubbing my thighs together to dull the needy ache growing between my legs.

My small needy action didn't go unnoticed, and Salvatore snickered under his breath. He tightened the grip on my hair, calling me derogatory names, and sending waves of heat pulsing throughout my veins and warming my limbs in anticipation.

Salvatore soon pulled himself from his jeans, leaving his long thick cock on display. I watched as a small bead of translucent liquid pushed through his tiny slit and bubbled out the tip. My mouth watered, wanting to lick him clean, then trail my tongue along every bulging vein before taking him down my throat.

"Open that smart little mouth for me." He gave himself a lazy stroke before his right hand moved up to my jaw, tilting my head further back to look me in the eyes while the other remained on my shoulder.

When I shook my head, 'no,' he narrowed his eyes at me, jaw ticking and his nostrils flaring as he sighed deeply through his nose.

"So we're playing this game again?" he asked as his left hand left my shoulder, and he brought it to the front of my throat, his thick fingers tightly curling around the sides of my neck as he spoke. "You remember what happened last time, don't you, little whore?"

Salvatore clicked his tongue against his teeth in mocked disappointment. I shamefully averted my gaze as goosebumps erupted throughout my burning flesh at the thought of the man using me for his own pleasure again.

Unlike with Nic, I knew he wouldn't go easy on me, and the way I felt at the moment, it was honestly what I needed—I just didn't want to admit that.

Rolling my narrowed eyes upward to look into his golden ones, I tried my best to seem bored. "Oh, you mean the mediocre way you took what you needed, like the selfish bastard you were?"