Page 19 of Targeted By Vengeance

A hand grabbed my wrist, stopping the punch, and the other wrapped around my neck. He turned us around and shoved me against the door. Pinning me between the door and his body, he leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine.

My brows stitched together as he roughly kissed me. His tongue harshly flicked at my mouth, tearing open my lips and claiming everything inside.

I wriggled in his grasp, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. A kiss couldn’t have been farther from what I was expecting - what I wanted - but I wasn’t complaining.

It’s been a while since we’ve been intimate. Since my “death,” I’ve been too wrapped up in my funk to even think about sex. Now, as the heat from the alcohol trickled to my pussy, I almost drooled at the idea.

And while I longed for Mateo’s words, I was alright with settling for his body.

Relaxing, I returned his heated kisses. My lips and tongue moved eagerly against his, driven with a mix of anger and lust. I’ve kept my emotions pent up in a box over the last few weeks, too afraid to be vulnerable. I hadn’t realized all the scratches and dents they’ve made on the wood, desperate to escape. Sex wasn’t going to get rid of them for good, but it’d at least let them run wild for a little while.

Seeing I wasn’t going to cause any more ruckus, Mateo released my wrist and neck. His hands slithered down my body to my legs. He gripped the fabric of my dress and tugged it up around my waist. He slid his palms back down my thighs, this time wrapped his fingers around them.

I hooked my legs around his waist as he lifted me off of my feet.

He shoved his hips forward, pressing his dick against my entrance.

Moaning into his mouth, I grinded against him to soothe the ache the pressure summoned.

One hand gripped my hip, ceasing my movements and holding me still, while the other slipped over my leg to my inner thigh. “Let’s make a few things clear,” he whispered, his voice dripping with a familiar darkness that used to scare me. Now it just commanded more waves between my legs.

He pushed my underwear aside and skimmed his fingertips over my pussy.

I wiggled from the touch, soft and teasing. “Mateo,” I whined when his other hand tightened around my hip, stopping me from getting the friction I needed.

“Nah, you wanted to talk,” he replied. He swirled his thumb over my clit, his touch damn near lighter than a feather. “So, that’s what we’re going to do.”

My head fell backwards as he shoved a finger inside of me.

He eased it in and out of me as he spoke next, working in perfect rhythm with his thumb that was still circling my clit. “First: I never want to see another man’s hands on you again. If I do, I am going to chop each and every one of his fingers off. Then I’m going to hang them on your balcony like wind chimes.”

His words would’ve frightened me if I was paying attention. I was too focused on his fingers working my pussy and the mere sound of his deep, sultry voice in my ears to give a damn what he was talking about.

When I didn’t respond, he pulled his fingers out of me and gripped my face up with his hands, still wet with my juices. “Do you fucking understand me?” He asked.

I almost smiled at his livid gaze. “No,” I replied, shaking my head. “I can touch any man I want, and any man can-” I gasped as he stuck his fingers inside me again - two this time.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Simone. I am a man with very little to lose.”

I bit my lip as I bucked against his fingers, skipping down the yellow brick road of pleasure. “Is that supposed to scare me?” I leaned forward and kissed his lips. The only thing his petty little threats were doing was turning me on.

Growling in frustration, he took his fingers out of me. He wrapped his hand around my neck and pressed my head back against the wall. “Do you want to see me kill a man in cold blood for you? I’ve done it once and I’ll damn sure do it again.”

“Why?” I asked, bucking my hips against his, trying to fill the empty void his fingers left behind. “The fuck do you care if another man touches me?”

His fingers tightened around my neck. “Ask me that one more fucking time.”

This time I did smile. If this was the game I needed to play, then so be it. I was going to get the truth out of him one way or another. Leaning forward as best I could with his hand on my throat, I brushed my nose against his. “Why do you-”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence before his lips were on mine again, swallowing the rest of my words.

The erotic invasion of his tongue and heat from his mouth nearly made me forget what we were supposedly talking about. I didn’t want much conversation anymore. I just wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t see straight.

I gasped as Mateo undid his pants and shoved himself into me. The force from his thrust pushed me against the wall, banging my back against the surface with every single one.

His hand cupped the bottom of my face, and he pushed my head up, arching my neck. He latched his mouth onto the exposed skin, ambushing it with a mix of harsh bites and rough sucks.

I dug my nails into the back of his neck, moaning from the swirl of pain and pleasure. “Shit, Mateo,” I groaned as the warmth in my pelvis grew hotter and hotter.