His Vengeance, Marriage and a Baby: He hated her for cockolding him with his brother. Now he wanted vengeance.

by Sabel Simmons

  “I could very easily keep going until you can’t draw another breath, I am that furious, Amber. You will pay for this. There will not be a day for the rest of your life that you will not pay for keeping my daughter from me!”

  “I … was scared, Damien! You all ha …”

  “I don’t want to hear this. You had ten, no, eleven years in which to tell me. You have just added the biggest transgression. Your life has just ceased to exist. From this moment on, it belongs to me. I will decide how and what you do for the rest of your life. Starting now.”

  He pulled her dress up from between them and ripped it from her body amidst her struggles He did not even try to get control over his rage, his eyes like silver bullets. He has never felt so hurt, so utterly destroyed as he did at this moment and he needed to make her feel it too!

  “Struggling is only going to make me angrier.”

  She shook her head and tried to crawl up against the headboard, still rubbing her throat.

  “You have no idea what I feel at this moment, Amber! If you did, you would not defy me!”

  “Damien, I beg you. Not here! Please not here! Not where Zoey can hear!”

  “It will be here and now. You see, beautiful, I want to put my hand around your throat the whole time and if you allow even the smallest of sounds to escape those lying lips, I want to squeeze. It will be up to you, if you survive. But I won’t. You are not going to get away with what you’ve denied me so easily!”

  Her eyes grew huge. How could he have become this monster in a matter of moments? He was a hard, ruthless man, yes, but not this violent, this cruel. Never this.

  “I beg of you.”

  “Yes, you will. You will learn to beg, but not in this. I have to rid myself of this … hurt ...” His voice broke and his expression turned even harsher.

  She knew it was useless and she stopped struggling and tried to still her trembling where he had her pressed beneath him. She already removed her shoes when they got home and wore no bra with the dress. He gripped her G-string and tore the string easily. He pulled it from her and threw it aside. His eyes scorched down her body and his shaft jumped painfully against his pants. God, she was so beautiful and alluring.

  “That’s better! Spread your legs.”

  She gasped and still could not stop the tears trickling over her cheeks. She closed her eyes and spread her legs.

  He chuckled. “I want you open all the way, Amber. I want to see how well used you are. You should have just become a whore. You do that so well.”

  She gasped and tried to close her legs and grasped the edge of the duvet to cover herself.

  “No. Do you really think it is a good idea to test my patience? Now, right at this moment?” Open, Amber and draw your knees up in line with your waist.”

  She closed her eyes, but did as he asked. She knew he was going to hurt her. It was inevitable. He was extremely well-endowed and she could not take all of him years ago and being celibate all these years … she was as good as a virgin. She knew she had to try to reach him. She felt the bed dip when he kneeled between her legs and she looked at him. He was still fully dressed with his zipper pulled down and his vast, fully aroused, shaft bobbed as he moved between her legs.

  “Damien.”

  He looked at her and saw her fear. He felt nothing. He was too angry.

  “I … I’ll do anything you ask, but please don’t hurt me.”

  His mouth compressed in an even tighter line. But he already knew he won’t back down. She would take all of him, now and here. She would feel his pain with every plunge.

  “I want to hurt you, Amber and you are going to receive all of me, over and over. I am sure you have become quite adept at pleasing men over the years and would be able to accommodate me. If not … well at least you will feel the pain I am suffering right at this moment.”

  “Then you better strangle me first, because I won’t be able to keep from screaming.”

  It was not a way to try and stop him, but acceptance and he heard it in her voice. She lay open and vulnerable in front of him. He could not stop from reaching forward to plunge his finger deep inside her channel. He winced when he felt how tight and dry she was, but it only angered him more and he stood on his knees between her legs.

  “I suggest you stuff the pillow in your mouth then, Amber and hold on to the headboard, because I am not going to hold anything back!”

  She grabbed the pillow and stuffed the one corner into her mouth, desperate to ensure Zoey did not hear her screams. His face was harsh, his jaw rigid and looked as if cast in stone. He lifted her hips and she looked at him pleadingly, moaning. Not like this! God he was going to tear her apart! He ignored her and looked down at her open sheath and slowly pushed his blunt tip just inside and her heat surrounded him immediately. It was enough to push him over the edge and he plunged into her, hard and all the way to the hilt.

  He heard her muffled screams and felt her body jerk in pain. He pulled all the way back and back in again, then set a merciless pace of drawing out and thrusting back, hitting her hard and painfully against her cervix. Her screams were endless and mingled with her sobs and tears running down her face. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled with his furious pounding inside her. His strokes deepened even more when he felt his climax rushing to the surface. He let go of her hips and dropped on his hands next to her shoulders and pounded ruthlessly, faster and even deeper still. The picture of her thrashing beneath his brother in ecstasy paramount in his vision that drove his cruel plundering of her body even more.

  Her constant screams of pain soothed the hate - or hurt inside him, he did not know which - and he thrust once, twice and painfully hard a third time when he shot into oblivion with a climax so hard and so long it completely filled and overflowed to leak from her channel. He pushed deep and continued thrusting with short, sharp thrusts until every drop was transferred into her throbbing channel. He stayed hard and deep inside her, but he did not move and dropped his arms to slump fully on top of her. His mouth in her throat.

  He felt her sobs and her painful moans still muffled by the pillow in her mouth. Her hands were white where she clawed through her pain with her hold on the headboard. Her chest shuddered up and down with her sobs. He did not move until his breathing was back to normal and his shaft stopped throbbing.

  He lifted on his elbows and looked down at her, his anger and hatred still close to the surface of his soul. He reached up and loosened the death grip she had on the headboard. Her sobs have lessened and he pulled the pillow from her mouth.

  He took her hands in his and massaged her fingers until they relaxed between his. She still sobbed quietly and her chest heaved with a dry sob every now and then. Her eyes were closed and she did not move beneath him. He smoothed his fingers over the outside of her lips, relieving the pressure from clamping and biting into the pillow. She pushed against his chest, desperate to get him off her, but he only pushed hard into her again and she mewled fearfully.

  “Look at me.”

  She took a deep breath and it took a few minutes before she opened her eyes. The pain in hers testament of how she was hurting. His smile was sardonic.

  “Stop pushing at me, Amber. I am not done with you just yet.”

  She gasped and shook her head fearfully, when he reached down and kicked his pants off, then ripped his shirt over his head.

  “Not again. Please Damien!”

  “And yet I am still as hard as stone. All because of you. I have always been a very considerate lover, my beauty and so I will be with you … now. I got what I needed … partly … now, you will come with me.”

  “No, please Damien. I hurt too much!”

  “Yes, just as I do, but yet I will climax again and so will you … even through your pain!”

  No matter how she begged, he ignored her and stroked her breasts until her nipples were tight buds, begging for his touch. He did not deny them and she moaned when his fingers closed around them. He tugged and rolled them between his
fingers, while kissing all around her breasts. Her back arched into his hands and she keened when his lips closed over a nipple and suckled, drawing and tugging at it hungrily. By the time he gave the same attention to the other, her body was on fire. When he moved inside her she gasped and cried out, the pain shocking her back to reality.

  He lifted his head and looked at her with narrowed eyes.

  “You are becoming very loud, my beauty. I don’t mind, in fact I remember how your cries and screams excited me back then. I am sure they will again, but for now … you might want to keep them down … or use the pillow again. For when I take you, I am once again not going to hold back, except to make sure you come with me. Your pain is going to cripple you then … as mine has when you told me Zoey was mine.”

  She shook her head and her eyes pleaded but he was ruthless once again and continued his seduction of her helpless body. His fingers found her clit and her body jerked in helpless pleasure and need upwards against his and she cried out in pain when her tender womb pressed hard against his shaft. Before the sound fully left her lips, his hand clamped around her mouth to keep the sound back and he glared at her.

  “I don’t care if Zoey hears, but you do. So use the damn pillow! I am not going to help you again!”

  This time she bit into the pillow again and Damien continued to stroke circles around and on her clit. He became merciless and she thrashed and jerked uncontrollably with need against him, moaning and crying with pain at the same time. Yet she had no control over her body’s reaction to his wicked fingers. He whispered in her ear and she moaned in fear of what he warned her would happen.

  “Be prepared, my beauty. We are there. I am going to start plunging into you and when I am ready, you will come with me and feel as if you are torn apart with pain. Unfortunately for you … it is not going to be a quick, hard climax … I will feed yours until you pass out from the pain of your own thrashing against my shaft. But … not too soon … I want to treasure it within my tortured soul first!”

  His words were still ringing in her ear when he pulled back and thrust hard and all the way into her again yet this time cringed at her endless scream. The pain more intense and crippling than before.

  Oh God, will he ever stop hating me! Is this how it is going to be all the time? Is it his aim to destroy me with physical pain?

  He kept the same steady pace with his hard, deep plunges, but added his fingers stroking softly and tenderly over her clit. The contradiction between the two more than she could bear. She felt the heat curling from her clit to spread all over her body even as she screamed with every forward thrust against her painful womb. She rolled her head on the pillow, her legs cramping and her hips thrashed uncontrollably, Her climax ripped through her so hard and so fast her scream tore from her throat. He slammed ruthlessly hard and deeper than she could stand against her. Even with the pillow her screams echoed louder around them.

  She clawed at his hand now stroking and circling her clit with long firm strokes, his body furiously pumping in and out. She pleaded with her eyes, her muffled screams of pain echoing continuously in the room. He did what he promised, he kept feeding her climax, his eyes on her face the whole time. Her back arched and she felt him stiffen against her. The heat of his release shot hard against her womb yet hers continued to pulse and claw at her.

  He breathed hard and rose on his knees, lifting her hips at an angle. He pulled her hard into him to ensure his still hard shaft pressed all the way and deep into her cervix. She screamed non-stop as her orgasm continued and ruthlessly clawed at her core. Her thrusts kept bumping his hard shaft against her painful cervix, even though he did not move. He kept rubbing her clit, ignoring her hands trying desperately to pull his fingers away. She did what he said she would, she jerked and thrashed so hard against him the pain ripped through her with every thrust. Yet she could not stop, desperate to find the completion of her release clawing ruthlessly at her inner core. The years of abstinence adding the strength of the climax.

  Suddenly her orgasm turned to an even harder contraction of her inner core and she squirted. She cried at the unexpected and foreign experience, then screamed when it did not stop with Damien rubbing even faster, the moment he felt it happening. She kept squirting against him inside her, thrashing desperately, the pain burning inside her crippled her.

  She had no control over what was happening, never knew how intense a squirting climax could be, how hard it clawed at your core. Mostly she never knew if fed, it would continue and continue and continue. She was flooded, the duvet below her soaking wet. Damien kept rubbing her clit, with constant firm pressure up and down, in hard circles. Her body kept thrashing wildly against his rock hardness pressed against her bruised womb. Her cries turned into desperate screams and then blissfully everything went black. She passed out, her body still jerking against his body and fingers that kept circling her clit.

  Chapter Five

  Amber came to when he lifted his body from hers and stood looking down at her for a long while. The expression on his face shuttered. Somehow his vicious act did not offer him the satisfaction for some vengeance he craved, rather he felt regret. He sighed and disappeared into the bathroom. She pulled the duvet over her body and lay shivering and hurt with her eyes closed.

  Damien walked back into the room. No matter how much he hated and wanted to hurt her, she was still an amazingly beautiful woman. The eleven years only added to her allure. Every time he looked at her his eyes felt as if they could start to bleed, his lungs collapsed, and then his heart stopped.

  Her dark red hair was thick and very long, wrapping around her body like a lovers’ hands. She had perfect satin-smooth skin with a golden glow. Her face was slightly square with high cheekbones, small straight nose and a slightly wide mouth with full lips that begged to be kissed and sucked on. Her violet colored eyes could caress a man’s soul with their warmth.

  Her body … good Lord … she had a body made for sin and lust. Pure temptation. She was tall with perfect curves everywhere. Rounded hips that dipped into a narrow waist he could wrap his hands around. She had beautiful, long legs with smooth, yet tapered muscles. His eyes came to rest on her breasts and he drew a deep breath. He has never seen more perfectly and beautifully formed mounds as hers. They were bountiful, just slightly more than a handful, yet firm with large and very sensitive rosy crests.

  He has never been able to forget the week of uncontrolled passion he had with her. The week he took her virginity and made her his – or rather he thought he did. He was devastated whilst away in Washington doing research for his Doctorate that she had turned to his brother. Gave what he thought was his to him. Over and over. Paul exulted in the telling of how wild she was and craved having sex with him all the time. That’s when he started to hate her for her beauty, her deceit and her lies. He went to Russia to finish his thesis. As far away from his brother and the girl he loved.

  His lips pressed in a tight line, and he forced the memories to the back of his mind. He had more important things to attend to now. He ripped the duvet covering her off and froze when he noticed the smears of bright red blood, stark on the whiteness of the covers.

  She clutched her arms around her waist and watched him silently. He cursed. He intended to hurt her, he needed to, but he hoped to God he did not tear her apart.

  He sat down next to her and took the leg closest to him and pulled her knee up. She struggled violently and tried to pull her leg from his grip.

  “Please … no more!”

  “Relax, my beauty. It’s done … for now. I need to see how bad the damage is. If I need to take you to a doctor.”

  “What … do you mean?” Clenching her teeth against the pain her struggles caused her.

  “There is a lot of blood on the covers.”

  He sighed and clamped his fingers around her knee when she struggled again. His eyes globes of flashing silver shot daggers at her.

  “I am going to check, so stop struggling, Amber.”

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nbsp; He waited until she did, but her eyes incinerated him. He smiled wryly.

  Thank God I did not break her spirit yet!

  He pulled her leg all the way over his lap and she moaned at being so totally exposed. He leaned closer and opened her lips carefully and she groaned, covering her eyes. He chuckled and she cursed him.

  His face was stern when he examined her channel. She was very swollen and he pushed his index finger inside as deep as it would go. He was relieved when there were no blood flow visible anywhere and she seemed whole.

  “You’re not bleeding anymore. How do you feel?”

  “What the hell do you care?”

  “I shouldn’t, but I do. Answer me.”

  “What do you think? I hurt!”

  “Luckily for you, it is a hurt that will pass … I can’t say the same for mine!”

  “Damien … No! What are you doing? Put me down.”

  He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom and lowered her in the tub he already filled with lukewarm water and foamy bubbles. She hissed and her arms clutched his neck involuntary when the warm water burned her swollen sheath. His arms tightened but he did not lift her up. He waited until her hold on his neck relaxed and lowered her until she sat in the tub.

  “Hurry up. I want to meet my daughter.”

  “What … are you going to tell her?”

  He looked at her, realizing her fear of losing her daughter was what drove her to hide for so long. It was there in her eyes, now even more so than ever. He saw from the first that they had a very tight and strong bond. No matter how much he hated and wanted to destroy Amber, he would never disillusion a young child about her mother’s actions of her youth. More especially, his own child.

  He did not even consider that Zoey could be Paul’s. He knew she was his. Knew it in his heart and soul. The moment he looked into her eyes, a mirror of his own, he felt the surge of emotions arrow straight to his heart.

  “That in my jealousy I believed you cheated on me with my brother, but just realized it was a lie.”