Page 45 of Vendetta

No, no, no. He couldn’t catch me. I was so close.

The trees opened into a small clearing, and I raced toward freedom. The glow of a traffic sign was just beyond it. Almost there.

Nico was faster.

His bourbon and clove scent surrounded me with warmth as his arms wrapped around my waist and took me to the ground. He twisted in the air so that I landed on top of him, but his arms were bands of steel. No matter how much I squirmed, I couldn’t get free.

“You’re mine now,” Nico said as he rolled on top of me.

As soon as his weight shifted, I redoubled my efforts, clawing and hitting the big alpha. “Let me go.” I swung at his face, and he snatched my wrist out of the air, pinning it to the ground.

“Shhh, bella. Remember how much you liked the last time I had you pinned under me?” He grabbed my other wrist and added it to the first one, both trapped securely in his left hand.

I did remember, and my body did, too, and the slick spot growing in my panties was a reminder that I didn’t need. I turned my head to the side, not wanting him to see the spark of molten want igniting in my eyes.

“It smells like you do.” Nico leaned in, running his nose up my neck, inhaling my scent like it was his last breath.

I really, really did, but that memory wasn’t helping me escape. It was distracting me into a compliant haze. His tongue followed the same path up to my ear, where his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. I bit back a whimper and bucked my hips in a half-hearted attempt at getting him off me.

“You want me just as badly as I want you, don’t you, Rosa? I can’t stop thinking about that night at my club. Your slick is still all over my sheets, your scent has me hostage,” he growled against my neck, and I felt it down to my toes.

His comment was so similar to the way I was a prisoner to his memory, wearing the dress from his nightclub like armor. The way his hoodie drove me to madness. We were both struggling with the same addiction, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be free.

His free hand dropped out of sight, and cool night air swept over my leg as he ripped the slit in my dress up to my hip. A needy sigh whispered past my lips as I pulled against his grip, but it only tightened, grinding the bones of my wrists together. His smell filled my lungs, warm and comforting, and my thighs fell open against my better judgment.

His warm breath washed over my neck. “That’s my good girl.”

My whole body went liquid, utterly betraying me, and a shiver rippled down my spine. He shouldn’t feel so good. My soul desperately screamed for him. I stopped straining against his hold and rolled my hips along the firm ridge swelling in his pants. My fingertips tingled to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me go.

He unfastened his pants, freeing himself from the fabric, and a needy moan poured unbidden past my lips, thick as honey.

With a yank, my tiny lace panties broke. He tossed them aside, and then the scalding heat of his length slid between my slick-coated thighs. I needed him inside me, but all he did was tease, rubbing himself over my clit but not pressing forward.

I whimpered, curling my leg over his hip, trying to change the angle.

“What is it, Rosa? You want more, bella?” he murmured against my lips.

I nipped at his own plush, teasing mounds. His rigid length slid over my slick center, and I arched my back again, desperate for the heady stretch of his cock inside me.

“Please…” I groaned, wanting more contact. Whatever he wanted, I would give him. I couldn’t breathe without him. There was nothing I wouldn’t agree to if only he would fuck me like I wanted.

His wide, slick-coated crown caught on my entrance, and I thought I’d die from the anticipation as he nudged forward, sinking into my waiting heat, inch by torturous inch. I looked down my body, watching him disappear into me. My hungry muscles fluttered and clenched as he took his time, making sure I felt every second of the burning heat and stinging stretch.

My eyes found his, and our gazes clashed. Neither of us planned on our night turning out like this. We both hated it, but we were desperate for it. And then he bottomed out. My body went taut like a bowstring waiting to be plucked, and he started moving. Each forceful thrust shoved me across the dirt until he let go of my wrists and anchored my hips in a bruising grip.

He broke eye contact as his tempo increased and his knot thickened. My unbound screams punctuated his thrusts. That unmatched stretch of his girth was pushing me toward the edge of a cliff I ached for.

I wanted him to stop, but I never wanted him to stop. I hated him for taking me, but I loved what he did when he was doing it.

My orgasm crashed over me, and my whole body contracted around him. Everything trembled and pleasure surged, but he didn’t push his knot in. Instead, he grabbed it with his free hand, milking it. Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled inside my clenching passage, but he held his knot back. I sobbed at the loss. My body was still crying out for him. Slick and cum mingled on my thighs, but I craved more, and from the look of frustration on his face, he did, too.

The crunch of dead grass under someone’s feet broke our staring contest. He looked away first, and I followed suit, finding Cruz casually walking out of the woods.

“Backup is here. We need to get moving,” Cruz said, lingering at the edge of the trees.

I glared daggers up at Nico, and when he pulled away, having not knotted me properly, I punched him in the chest. “I hate you.”

He didn’t even flinch at my meager attempt to hit him, but his brows pulled together at my words. “If you hate me so much, why is it my name you scream when you come?” In a blink, his expression was blank, and he was dragging himself to his feet, tucking his cock back in his pants, and offering a hand for me to take.