Pure Vengeance

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Claire

Anton slams the door shut once we’re back inside his office.

“Let go!” I try to twist out of his grasp, but he’s too strong, too stubborn to let me go.

He walks me over to the leather couch with rolled arms and shoves me over the side.

“Please.” My insides shake, knowing what’s coming. His free hand wiggles beneath me, to the button on my capris.

“Please what?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, he just unzips my pants and yanks them down, past my ass, down to my ankles.

“I don’t want this; I don’t want this,” I repeat, clenching my eyes closed as he rips the panties down to my knees.

“You don’t want what, Claire? A spanking?” He palms my bare ass, and heat rushes through my veins.

It’s insanity, the amount of arousal he produces in me with one touch, no matter how much I hate him. How much I want him gone.

“Yes. I don’t want that.” I shove hard against the cushion of the couch, trying to get up, but he’s not letting me get anywhere.

“What did you think would happen when you tried to run off?” His voice is calm, collected, nearly bored. Like he has nowhere else to be and he’s fine just handling this right now.

“I just… I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this.” Tears drop onto the leather beneath me. “I just want to find out who did it, who took him from me. And all you want to do is hurt me.”

“All I want to do is make you understand you’re not alone in this anymore.” He brings his hand down hard across my ass and I jolt. “All I want to do is for you to get it through that stubborn.” Another smack. “Beautiful.” A harder swat. “Head of yours that you’re not going anywhere unless I say.”

A fast, furious volley of swats lands across my ass, each cheek being denied not a moment of peace as he makes his way around.

I wiggle. The pain builds and there’s nothing I can do to get away from it. It’s like he can anticipate my moves.

Only when I sag over the arm of the couch, giving into him, does he relent.

Sliding his hand between my thighs, he gently caresses my leg, moving inch by inch until he’s at the apex of my heat.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He untangles his hand from my hair, and smoothes out the mess he’s made of it. “Your pussy is soaked, Claire.” He teases with the tip of his finger, pushing into me just enough for my body to react.

I move up to my toes, arching my back, it’s like my body is calling to him.

And he answers.

His belt jangles, a zipper shoves downward.

My panties are dragged down to my ankles and then kicked away with my pants as he steps behind me.

“Do you want this?” he asks, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet passage.

I do.

Lord help me, I want every bit of him.

I’m sick.

He’s a monster.

I arch my back more.

“Yes, Anton.” I cover my face, uncertain if I’m going to cry from need or if my humiliation keeps me hidden.

“Tell me what you want, Claire.” He reaches below me, stroking my pussy, finding my clit and playing with just enough pressure to make my mind spiral away from any sort of fight I might have given him.

“I want you, Anton.” I suck in a breath, look over my shoulder at his dark eyes aimed at me. His tongue touches the tip of his top lip. “I want this.” I push back at him.

He created this fire in me, he better not leave me to be burned by it.

One thrust is all it takes and he’s filling me.

I cry out, feeling every inch of him.

“Fuck, you take me so good.” His fingertips dig into my hips as he drives forward, dragging me back at him.

He growls, and in the next instant, he’s gone, and I’m being spun around.

“I want to see these pretty eyes when I fuck you,” he says as he shoves me against the couch, lifting one leg and thrusting his cock into me.

He sinks his cock deep, and deeper still when I arch toward him. His mouth falls open a little as he wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me to him.

“Fuck.” He kisses me. A kiss filled with passion and urgency. I grab at his shoulders, careful of his wound as I press myself into him.

I’m losing myself.

The more he touches me, the longer I feel this connection, the more of myself disappears. More of my hatred vanishes.

“Fuck, Anton.” My head falls back after he breaks the kiss. He licks a heated trail up my neck.

“I am, baby, I am.” He thrusts harder, faster.

“This is wrong.” I grip the edge of the couch, spreading my legs more for him, taking him even deeper. It aches, his thick cock driving into me in this angle, but it’s the best pain I’ve ever experienced.

“No, baby. Nothing we do is wrong.” He kisses my chin, my cheek. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, while shifting me again and he drives fully inside.

I cry out, I’m so full I think I’m going to split.

He moves a hand to my throat, squeezing as he slows his thrusts.

In.

Out.

I’m going to die from the torment.

He grins.

“Fuck, you’re pretty like this. Wearing my hand like a necklace, your pussy stuffed with my cock.” He squeezes just enough for me to tighten beneath his grip.

“Anton.” I grab at his hips, pulling him toward me.

“Need something, baby? You want something else now?” He runs his tongue over my bottom lip. “Just tell me.”

“You.” I breathe the word.

He levels our gazes.

“You got me, sweetheart. All of me.” He drives into me hard. “Now give me what I want, give over to me.”

He thrusts harder and harder, grinding into me until my mind is nothing more than a swirling hurricane ready to lift out of the water.

My breath is caught, he squeezes my throat enough that I can’t get enough air. But he’s touching me, his fucking me, and kissing me, all the while his cock slides in and out of me.

Close. So fucking close. Little air gets through. My body tightens.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he coos in my ear. “Come for me, sweetheart, show me what a good, obedient girl you can be.”

Darkness edges into my vision just as my body ratchets to a point that I’m going to explode. His mouth crashes over mine, he releases my throat, and the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had blows through me.

He catches my scream of ecstasy in his mouth, still driving into me, over and over.

“Fuck,” I whimper when the waves fade enough that my brain comes back online.

He holds me steady, thrusting, kissing my neck, plowing harder, and harder until he stills.

“Fuck me. Fuck, oh fuck me.” He groans as his own release courses through him.

We slide onto the couch completely entangled in each other’s arms. His cock slips from me, leaving a mess on my thighs, but I’m too content, too worn from the avalanche of emotions I’ve had this morning, to do anything other than snuggle into my enemy’s arms.

“I’m losing my mind,” I whisper.

“Hmm?” He kisses me behind my ear. “Why do you say that?”

“I wanted you dead two days ago, and now I’m cuddling on this couch with you like we’re lovers.” I sigh. “I’m losing my mind.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure over the course of our lives, you’ll want me dead lots of times.” He brushes a strand of hair from my face.

“You say that like we’re a couple.”

“In my world decisions are important. And once you make them, you need to stick by them. And I decided I want you.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Anton.” I try to wiggle from his arms, but he holds me steady.

“It does for me,” he says.

I sigh. Defeated.

“And it doesn’t matter to you that I don’t want it, that I want a man who will love me more than anything in the world?”

He pushes up to his elbow, rolling me to my back. His dark eyes search mine, but he remains silent.

I shrink a little beneath his stare.

“You should get upstairs and get cleaned up.”

“Why bother?” I push him away as I get up to my elbows. If he’s just going to keep me prisoner here, why bother getting dressed for the day?

“Because you have work, and I have a meeting. But tonight, we’ll figure out what our next step is.”

“Work?” My ears perk.

“Yeah.” He sighs. “Go to work, but when you’re home, when you’re here, you’re all mine, understood?”

I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Yeah.” I nod.

“And before you start concocting any sort of escape plans, Vince will be with you. He’ll be hanging at the library and driving you home.”

“Yeah, fine. That’s fine.” I smile.

“Good. Then later, we’ll figure out what our next step is.”

“Step in what?”

“Finding out who the fuck hurt you by killing your brother.”

I stare at him. “And when we find him?”

He arches a brow. “We’ll make him pay.”