“Do you not like the word no?” she teased.
He chuckled. “Not when it’s something I want.”
She smiled. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Sliding her hands into the back of his hair, she held on tightly, and pulled him down for a kiss. Everything felt right in her world the instant his lips hit hers, and she could focus.
Vengeance shoved her against the wall, and she gasped. He took the advantage, and plundered his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her hands, pressing them against the wall. In the back of her mind she felt the bark digging into her body, and she loved it. She relished the slight pain from his touch and wanted more.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t have a clue what you do to me,” he said.
With the way his cock was pressing against her hip, she had a very good idea. Smiling, she stared into his eyes. “You want to fuck me?”
“Why does that word sound so tempting coming from your lips?”
“Because you know it’s going to be so good. Do you want to?” she asked.
“Fuck you? Damn right I do.” Releasing her hands, he moved down, going for the button on her jeans. She watched his hands as he worked on her jeans. Someone could come inside at any moment and catch her. She didn’t care.
For too long she had been controlled, and that was not going to happen again. She was determined to do what she wanted to do, not what someone else told her to do.
“You want my dick inside you right now? This very second?”
“Yes, I want you. Please, fuck me, Vengeance.” She had been doing nothing but dreaming about him. Every single moment of the day, she felt his cock thrusting inside her.
Pushing his leather jacket from his shoulders, she tore at his shirt and slammed her lips against his. With Vengeance she could be herself, and she didn’t have to worry about judgment. It was so amazing, so freeing, and she loved it.
Scoring her nails down his naked, inked back, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as he shoved her jeans off. Her panties were torn and on the floor, and within the next second he was inside her.
His cock was long, thick, and pulsing as it slid in deep. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him deep inside her. They both moaned, and she held onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and needing him so much.
This was totally different than when she had been with her fiancé. It hadn’t felt the same, not at all.
She opened her eyes and found Vengeance staring down at her. “Is this what you want? You want to be fucked?”
“I want to have an adventure, Vengeance. I want to be with you.”
“You’re right. This is crazy stalkerish, but right now, with how good your pussy feels, I don’t want anything else. I want you.” He pulled out of her, only to slam back inside.
“We haven’t gotten to a bed yet,” she said, smiling.
“Good. I have no intention of letting you go. By tomorrow you’re going to be well fucked from me.”
She loved the promise in words. Slowly, he was stripping away all the layers that had once made her conform to everything she had ever known. There had been hours, even days that she would look outside, and just wonder what it would be like to be set free. To have someone who wouldn’t judge her for wanting to get wet in the rain, kiss, fuck, and laugh as they did it. She couldn’t do that because her fiancé had said she would get wet, and then it would be cold.
Everything that had looked fun, exciting, exhilarating, he had always found a way to quash. There had been no room for her to live, and right now, tears filled her eyes at the memory. At the frustration she had felt every single moment she had been living up to this point.
Vengeance stopped and cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “What’s the matter? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I don’t. I want you to keep on fucking me, Vengeance. Please, I need you.”
He hesitated, and she cupped his face even as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She ignored them and just basked in his possession. In the need that he showed her.
Vengeance grabbed her hands, pressed them against the wall, and continued to drive inside her, over and over again. The feel of his cock was so damn good that she didn’t want it to end.
“I’m going to keep on fucking you until you beg me to stop, Constance.”
That was never going to happen. She never wanted him to stop. Would it be so wrong to finally live her own life, where she took what she wanted and loved every second? Did that make her selfish? Did it make her greedy? She was tired of living a life that others wanted for her. That was not living.
People kept telling her what she should do. Who she should be with, and never once taking a second to listen to her and what she wanted.