I couldn’t believe how angry I was. I couldn’t think anymore as I went after Vince. I wanted to hit him, to hurt him, even though I knew I was half his size and he could throw me around the room no problem. I wanted to get him anyway.
He didn’t care about killing my family. All he cared about was his own mob and himself. He was a selfish bastard, and in that moment, I wanted to hurt him as badly as he was hurting me.
And when he grabbed my wrists, I felt something else inside me mixed up with that anger.
It was lust. Pure, simple lust. My pussy was soaking wet as he held my wrists, controlling me, pressing me back. I was so angry still, but suddenly all I wanted was to feel his rough lips against mine, to let him fuck me rough and deep.
And when he kissed me, I thought for a second that he could read my mind. Somehow he knew what I wanted, that I was dripping wet for him, excited beyond belief by his strength and my anger. His kiss was rough and hard and passionate.
He pressed me back, up against a filing cabinet, pinning my hands to either side of me. He kissed me hard, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his lips traveled down my neck.
“You act like you hate me,” he said, “but really, you just want my thick cock between your legs.”
“Bastard,” I said, but he was right.
“Good. Go ahead. Get it out of your system.”
“Bastard. You’re such an asshole.”
He kissed my lips again, and I moaned softly, pushing myself against him.
He let go of one wrist and began to unbutton my shorts. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hand down my panties, pressing his fingers against my soaked clit.
“God, you’re fucking wet for me,” he said. “You can call me what you want, but this fucking cunt doesn’t lie.”
“I’m wet, but you’re still a bastard.”
He grinned, slipping his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and groaned.
“Yeah, I’m a fucking bastard,” he said. “And you can’t help yourself around me.”
“Shit,” I moaned.
His fingers pressed deep inside me and then slipped back out, finding my soaked clit with rough circles. He kissed me again fiercely, and I gave myself over to him completely.
The anger was still there, but it was tempered by pure desire. I wanted him to fuck me so hard, fuck me rough, make me forget about all this awful crap. I knew that he could make me feel good, make me feel amazing, and I was ready to let him.
I grabbed his hair with my free hand and pulled. He grunted, smiling, as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and grabbed harder.
“You want this rough?” he grunted. “You want to fucking play?”
“Yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck me rough, Vince. Show me how much of a bastard you are.”
He laughed and released my other hand. He yanked my shorts and panties down. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
He reached back between my legs and began to fuck my pussy with his fingers. I grabbed his hair with both hands and held on as he fucked me with his fingers, rolling back toward my clit. I moaned, loving it.
“That’s right, girl,” he said. “Give in to it. You know what you really fucking want.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You want me. You always have.”
He pulled his fingers out and pulled my shirt off. I let go of his hair as he tossed the shirt aside. He quickly unbuckled his belt and then reached into his pocket, grabbing a condom. He grinned as he looked at me and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles.
I grabbed his cock and began to stroke him, biting my lip. I was wearing only my bra in his office, and although someone could walk in, I didn’t care. I just wanted his rough hands all over my body, his thick cock deep between my legs.
He pushed me back against the cabinet roughly, and I gasped. He grinned as he opened the condom and rolled it down over his cock.
“You fucking little princess,” he said. “You sure you want this cock?”
“Fuck me, Vince,” I said. “Don’t be nice.”
He laughed as he stepped toward me. He grabbed my hair hard, tipping my head back and kissing my neck. His fingers fucked me again roughly, and I moaned, loving the way he handled me.
Suddenly he reached down and hooked his arms around my legs. He lifted me up and pressed my back against the cabinet. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a gasp, shocked by how easily he lifted me.
He grinned as he slowly lowered me down, my legs spread wide. His cock pressed deep inside my pussy, spreading me wide open, filling my every inch.
“Fuck,” he said. “Your pussy is like fucking magic.”
“Come on, Vince,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
He began to thrust into me. His arms held me pressed against the cabinet as he fucked me, not bothering to be gentle. He fucked me rough and hard, holding me there.
His cock thrust deep inside me as he grunted his pleasure.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he said. “Take that big cock. I want to fuck you until you scream.”