Vengeance: The Program Book 4

by N. M. Catalano

  There are too many intangibles.

  I scrub my hands down my face as all of this shit bangs around inside my head. I glance at the time. It’s late enough. It’s likely safe for me to go in and have a shower without running the risk of confronting anyone. Of having to deal with Gwendolyn. Of having to answer questions I’m not ready to. Of fighting with wanting to claim her the way I want to.

  “Fucking sucks,” I grumble.

  I want to run into her. I want to crash right into that sweet body of hers over and over again as our skin slaps against each other’s sweat covered naked bodies.

  I’m wound up tighter than a well diggers ass.

  Getting out of my truck, I feel like the last man walking as I approach the house and unlock the front door. A whole steam-pot of issues are brewing inside me, the fact we don’t have any new information yet, how I fucked up with Gwendolyn, and our little visitor tonight: Millicent.

  I’m ten shades of pissed off thinking of the message she brought with her. The one that’s really fucking with my head is the fact Millicent made a point of stating she knew who Gwendolyn is.

  Why?

  There’s only one reason I can think of. Gwendolyn’s share of the mill, and the damn phone threatening her they’d get any way they can.

  They’re getting too close.

  I’m fuming as I step inside the house and shut the door quietly behind me. Being here feels good. Too damn good. The kind of good a man could used to. The kind I’d better not think about. Hesitating a moment, I listen for any sounds in the darkened house. It’s silent. I ignore the disappointment. The greedy bastard I am was hoping Gwen was still awake. Shaking the thoughts off, I enter and focus back on business. Back to what Millicent’s visit was really about.

  That was just too cocky, like they’re fucking with us.

  I climb the stairs thinking they want to antagonize us, probably to push us to make a move.

  We’re going to make a move alright, you cock suckers.

  I grind my teeth as I walk down the hall and my eyes find Gwendolyn’s closed door.

  Nothing is going to happen to you, darlin’. I promise.

  My blood is boiling and my entire body is tense. I’ve got so much contained energy; I feel like I’m about to explode. In the bathroom I turn the water to hot hoping it will bring down my stress levels. Stripping, I leave my clothes on the floor and step under the spray of water. The burning feels good as I scrub my body, it’s like shedding away some of the filth of our problems. Turning off the water, I look around.

  “Aw, shit,” I grumble. I forgot to grab a change of clothes.

  Wrapping a towel around my waist, I open the door to walk across the hall to my room. I smile at the thought of my room being Gwen’s room, both of us sharing the space.

  As soon as I swing open the door, I freeze.

  “It’s about time you came in.” Gwen’s got a shoulder propped against the wall right outside the bathroom door. That’s not what immobilizes me. It’s what she’s wearing. I can see the outline of her hardened nipples through the thin fabric, every curve of her body, and the lush plumpness of her sweet mound. I instantly start to get hard.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growl.

  She’s not looking at my eyes when she responds, “Waiting for you.” Her words are breathy as her gaze travels down my still wet body. I can feel it as if it were her tiny hands.

  That stirs something primitive inside me.

  She pushes off the wall and straightens. I take a step, closing the distance between us. “Why?” The single word is a gravelly whisper.

  Her eyes meet mine and her lips are parted. “To talk.” My eyes are fixed on her mouth, that mouth I can still feel wrapped around my dick. Her tongue slips out and pulls her lower lip between her teeth.

  My body moves closer until we’re almost touching. “Go. To. Bed,” I whisper hoarsely.

  I’m almost ready to snap, my resolve to stay away from her was smashed the second I opened the door and saw her standing there. I know if I touch her tonight, I’m going to take all of her. She lifts a hand and slowly wipes the water droplets from my shoulder, her touch like a searing brand across my skin. My body tenses and my cock pulses.

  “You came inside to take a shower,” she whispers as her hand trails down my damp arm.

  This close. I’m this damn close to throwing her over my shoulder and fucking that look from her face.

  “I’m the kind of dirty you can’t wash off, darlin’,” I sneer at her, every goddamn filthy, perverted thing I want to do to her leering at her from my face.

  She lifts her head and her eyes lock with mine, her pupils are dilated with need. All the blood grows hot in my veins and shoots straight to my crotch. We’re so close, all I have to do is lower my face a couple of inches and my mouth would lock with hers. If I took a deep breath, my chest would graze her pebbled nipples. If I stood straight, my hard-on would press into her stomach.

  She’s killing me!

  I’m using every ounce of strength I possess to fight my need for her. I don’t just want to fuck her, but I do, I want to fuck her hard and deep, then I want to fuck her a hundred more times. It’s more than that. I want her. I want her smiles, her laughter, her sorrow, her pain in the ass demanding attitude. I want to own her. I want her to belong to me.

  Her hand slides from my arm and across my chest until she lays her palm on my pec, the heat from her touch burning into me. Her eyes search mine and I’m sure she can see the battle waging within me.

  “I want to get dirty, Bull,” she whispers. “With you.”

  Goddamn, fuck!

  SNAP.

  Did you hear that? That was my fucking resolve.

  A rumble starts low, then travels up my chest, it’s the sound of the avalanche that’s just beginning.

  “Oh, little darlin’,” I shake my head at her as my body presses against her tiny frame. “I’m going to dirty you up ten ways til Sunday,” it’s both a promise and a threat. My mouth crashes onto hers as I close my arms around her, letting go of the towel slung low around my waist. That rose scent that seems to be a permanent part of her mixes with her taste, and together they are my destruction. I kiss her like I need her to live. Because, goddamn it, maybe I do. It’s hungry and ravenous, there’s nothing gentle about it because I’m starved for her. I want to be everywhere inside of her, I need every part of her. As I take and possess her with my mouth, my body demands more.

  Breaking the kiss, I look into her face, her eyes are glazed and her cheeks have that flush to them. She’s almost as lost to whatever the hell is between us as I am. Almost. I grip her by the waist and fling her over my shoulder.

  “What are you doing?” she squeals as her hands land on my back.

  Walking toward her bedroom, her hair swooshing across my skin with every step, I answer simply, “Gwendolyn,” my voice is rough, “I’m going to fuck you so goddamn good, you’ll be screaming, ‘Amen and halleluiah’.”

  She chuckles, and the sound is like warm molasses seeping through me. I smile. It’s so good.

  Inside her bedroom, I nudge the door shut with my foot then slide her body down my front and place her feet gently on the floor. I don’t let her go, I can’t. I’d like to rip her clothes off and devour every inch of her. My dick is pulsing with anticipation and my mouth is practically watering.

  “Gwendolyn,” I begin as I trail a finger up the center of her torso and circle her pointed nipple. My throat feels tight as if it’s difficult to speak. This woman does that to me, she strips me of all control, my hunger for her is so intense. I want to consume her completely, wrap her skin around mine and enter every cell of her body and imprint myself on her soul.

  When I say I want her to belong to me, I want her to want me so much that she needs me to live.

  It’s sick and twisted and insane.

  Her breaths are quick and her body is reaching for me. I lower my face, take one of her breasts in my big hand
, and suck the point into my mouth through the fabric. She moans as she pushes herself into me. I lift from her. It’s so damn sexy, the big wet ring around her pointy nipple. I take her other breast in my other hand and do the same thing.

  “What did I tell you about being dressed like this?” I ask her roughly as my gaze devours the image of my wet mouth marks on her tits. Mine. My tits.

  “Not to do it.” She’s panting.

  Her bed is right behind her. The blankets are messed, she must have been in it when I came in, but the rest of her room is neat except for some clothes thrown on a chair against the wall. The furnishings are not feminine, but aren’t masculine either, a blend of antique and new. They’re a both the past and the present in neutral colors. A perfect complement to the house. The entire room is permeated with her. I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with her scent.

  I lay a palm between her breasts over her heart and slowly walk her backwards. Her eyes move from my cock jutting out in front of me, rock hard, to my face. My expression is probably just as hard.

  “Get on the bed,” I tell her quietly when the backs of her thighs hit the mattress. “Spread those beautiful legs of yours, darlin’. I’m going to suck on your sweet pussy right through your panties, or whatever the hell they are.” Her eyes widen. “You want to wear those clothes? Fine, you’ll wear them the way I want you to wear them.” I give her a wicked grin. “Wet with your pussy juices and my mouth.” Her mouth drops open as she sucks in a breath. I give her a little shove. “On. The. Bed.”

  She lands on the mattress, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly moves back. I don’t stop my forward approach. With my hands on each side of her, I lift one knee on the mattress as Gwendolyn scoots back.

  “Spread ‘em, give me that sweet cunt.”

  A deep crimson washes over her face and her chest. I can feel my heart beat in my dick as she slowly opens her thighs to me. Moving closer, the scent of her arousal mixes with her rose scent. I close my eyes and relish the heady combination. “Goddamn, Gwendolyn, the way you smell makes me crazy,” I rasp out. “I’ll never be able to pass a rose bush without getting a hard-on.” I open my eyes and fix my gaze on the middle of her thighs. “You’re so wet already, you’ve soaked through your panties.” I run a finger down the center.

  “Bull,” she breathes as her head dips back.

  Positioning my face over her sex, I wrap my big hands around the insides of her thighs and press them wider.

  “I’m going to start here, darlin’,” I drag my nose up her center. “But just know, I’m going to be inside every one of your goddamn holes tonight.” I close my mouth over her fabric covered mound, gently press my teeth into her and suck deeply, before running my lower teeth up her slit and over her clit.

  “Bull!” she moans loudly as her hips lift off the bed.

  “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” I continue. Lifting my mouth a little, I blow a stream of air on her clit as I press a finger into her through her panties. “I’m going to fuck your tight little ass with my finger when I do.” I run my teeth over her clit again. “Your eyes are going to roll back in your head, baby, I promise. Fuck, Gwendolyn,” I take a long, slow, suck over her panties, “If I could have my dick inside you everywhere at the same time, that would be heaven.”

  We aren’t teenager’s fumbling over each other’s clothes. This is carnal, decadent, and so damn raw.

  “Oh, my God,” she drags it out on a moan as her knees fall open.

  Closing my mouth on her once again, I alternate between sucking her through the fabric, and rubbing her clit with my jaw.

  “Please,” she begs.

  I slip a finger inside her under her panties. “This is how you’ll wear these things around me. Understood?”

  “YES,” she pants.

  “Good.” With my finger rubbing that tender spot inside her, I grate my teeth on her clit over the fabric.

  Her entire body tenses as her back arches off the bed, her fists curl into the blankets, and she screams out while her walls pulse around my finger.

  “So damn good,” I growl, my lips moving over her swollen little nub.

  She covers her eyes with an arm and mumbles, “Sweet Jesus.”

  I let out a dark chuckle. “We ain’t even begun, darlin’.” I lift from her, yank her panties down her legs and throw them to the side. Then I straddle her. The two big moist circles around her nipples are still there. I lower my face and give each breast another suck, grazing the points with my tongue. She writhes beneath me. “This too.” I pull the hem of her camisole up, then off her body. It lands on the floor with her panties, or boyshorts, or what the hell ever they are. I grip my cock and squeeze. A drop of precum seeps from the head and drips onto her chest. “You see this? This is what you do to me.” I lift the drop with a fingertip and glide it over her lips.

  Her eyes clash with mine as her tongue glides over my taste. “Good,” she whispers. “That’s the point.” My cock twitches in my hold as I watch her, wanting that sweet tongue to glide all over me.

  I bring my hips forward, the tip of my cock at her mouth, my hand still holding my thickness. “Lick it, baby, run that wicked tongue all over my cock.”

  Never breaking our stare, she glides her wet tongue all around the rim of my crown. My balls tighten against me as I drop my head back and moan. “You, darlin’, are going to be the death of me.” When she closes her mouth on the rounded tip and dips her tongue into the slit, I almost come instantly. I have to pull back; I want this to last.

  I roll us over so she’s sitting on top. I pull her to me and kiss her, she tastes so good, I could get drunk on her. She places both hands on my cheeks and holds me. Her tongue probes my mouth, searching, seeking, taking, tasting. I let her take what she needs, let her hold me for as long as she wants. Everything I am is hers. Will always be hers. The kiss slows and she opens her eyes and stares into mine. We remain like that, her hands holding my face, mine holding hers too, our tongues intertwined, as we let the moment go on.

  “Bull,” she whispers.

  “Yeah, baby,” I whisper back.

  She doesn’t respond as her eyes search mine. She doesn’t need to.

  I grip her hips. “Slide your pussy down my cock. Ride the bull, baby. I want to watch you.”

  And, fuck me, I do. I watch her eyes as she shifts her hips and presses her entrance on my shaft. I watch as she takes every inch of me inside her. I see every little thing she’s feeling as I become a part of her. When I feel myself hit her back wall, with her eyes closed, she lets out a long breath.

  This is fucking heaven right here.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  Opening her eyes, they lock with mine, she starts to move. She swerves side to side, front and back, up and down. She’s fucking me, using me for her pleasure, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She looks like a queen sitting on her throne, and I would gladly serve her like this every day for the rest of my life.

  She lowers her chest to mine and her movements get faster and more demanding. Her mouth glides over my skin, her tongue and teeth trail over my flesh. She’s close. I grip her hips and take control, pushing up into her as I move her against me.

  “Bull,” she says again as her nails dig into me.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck me. Just like that,” I rub her clit all over me as my cock slides in and out of her.

  I can feel her tightening around me. When her knees clench and her body stiffens, I hold her tightly to me and let her come. Her body slackens and melts into mine. I close her in my arms, stroke the flesh of her back and let my fingers glide a gentle line up and down from her shoulder blades, over the crease of her ass cheeks, dipping down to where we’re still joined.

  “I like the bull,” she mumbles against me. I can feel her smile.

  I grin like the dog that I am. “He likes you too, darlin’.” Too damn much.

  I roll us so she’s beneath me. I start kissing her f
ace, at the corner of each eye, then her mouth, then I trace along the shell of her ear, and move down the column of her neck. I nibble on her collar bone, lick along the curves of her breasts, and pull her nipples gently with my teeth as I tease them with my tongue. I want to touch every part of her body, leave my mark on every inch of her flesh. But what I want to do most is claim every part of her that I can. While I can.

  Because this can be the only time.

  When I lick along her folds and flick her clit, she’s pushes her hips against my face and holds my head. I lift up and roll her over to her stomach. “Get that pretty ass of yours up in the air, Gwendolyn,” I rasp out. This is what I’ve been waiting for. “Give me everything.”

  She peers at me over her shoulder as she lays on her stomach. I glide a hand between her thighs as I bend to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. She wants to, I can see it.

  “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, Gwendolyn,” I whisper. “But I need you to give me everything. Trust me.”

  She lets out a breath and softens.

  “I trust you…,” her sentence trails off.

  With your body, but not your heart. Smart girl, but it’s too late. I’ve already ruined you for the ten baby daddy. The fucker.

  Straightening, I lift her hips from the bed and separate her knees. Cupping her sex and squeezing, I ask, “Are you sore?” I know my dick is large, very large. If she’s already uncomfortable, I don’t want to hurt her.

  She pushes into my touch as she gazes at me through the curtain of her hair. “No, Bull, I’m fine. I want you to…take everything.” There’s almost sadness in her voice. As if she knows this will be all we’ll ever have.