Badass.
She turned her gaze down to her food. “Once you let your anger go, you’ll finally be happy.”
“I’ll never be happy. I’ve never been happy. I don’t even know what that word means.”
“Because you’ve never given yourself the opportunity.”
Even if I did, I’d been through too much. I’d suffered more than she could understand. Living on the streets left me begging for food. People took advantage of my position and beat the shit out of me just to take the few euros I collected from strangers. I toughened up at the age of twelve, learning to survive with nothing. Before I turned eighteen, I was a force to be reckoned with. “You’ve had a nice life. A nice family. You’ll never understand what I’ve been through. You can’t even conceive of it.”
“Then show me.”
I finally loosened my hand on my fork and returned to eating. “You don’t give a damn about me and you shouldn’t. If given the chance, I would kill both of your parents right in front of you. So don’t waste any time pitying me or pretending to pity me. I hate you. You hate me. Let’s leave it at that.”
I fucked her from behind, gripping both of her shoulders as I slammed my fat cock inside her. Despite the tense conversations we had that day, she was soaking wet and my cock was rock-hard.
We hated each other, but that didn’t stop us from wanting to fuck each other’s brains out.
The chemistry was natural. I desired her, and she desired me. She was the sexiest woman on the planet, and I knew she looked at me like I was the kind of guy she’d always wanted. If we’d met under different circumstances, at a bar or a restaurant, we would have found each other.
And fucked just like this.
She came around my dick twice, just as I intended. I wanted her to hate everything about me except my dick. I wanted my cock to have unquestionable power over her, to bring her to her knees every single time.
I pumped my come inside her when I was finished, my white seed seeping out of her because there was too much of it to fit inside her. I gripped her ass when I finished, my cock twitching at the very end. I let my length soften a little before I pulled out of her then lay on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the fireplace die out as my heartbeat slowly went back to normal.
She lay beside me, keeping several inches between us so we weren’t touching.
I didn’t kiss her that night.
It was pure fucking, all carnal and passion.
She broke the silence once our breathing returned to normal. “When are you going to let me go?”
I kept my eyes on the ceiling, my hand tucked under my head. “When I feel like it.”
“My mother is going to call any day…”
“Don’t give a damn.” Now I wanted them to come after her. Once they were on the front steps, I would slit her throat. Killing her would be the perfect revenge, and now it sounded appealing once more.
But I knew I could never do it.
There was something about Vanessa that softened my resolve. I respected her too much to kill her. We needed more women like her in the world, women who could hold their own against a man twice their size. If only my mother had been more like her, she might still be alive. Perhaps that was why I’d become so fond of her. She told me she’d been kidnapped before and she got away.
Why couldn’t my mother have gotten away?
If she were alive right now, I’d be taking care of her. She’d have a nice house and everything she needed.
But some asshole killed her and left her in a dumpster.
Vanessa turned on her side then propped herself on her elbow, looking down at me as her hair fell toward the sheets. “What’s your real name?”
I turned my head slightly toward her, my eyes looking at the beautiful woman staring down at me. “You know my name.”
“I know that isn’t the real one, though.”
“It’s the only one you need to know.”
She scooted closer to me until her leg was tucked between mine and her hand was on my chest.
I just filled her with pussy with so much come, but when she touched me like this, it sent another wave of pleasure through me. Her skin was so warm, and her fingertips felt so soft against my hard chest. Her hair fell down toward my face, so my fingers slid through the strands and kept it pinned back. I could stare at this woman forever. Sometimes, when I looked at her eyes, I forgot her roots. I pretended she was no one, just a woman I stumbled upon during one of my adventures.