Page 52 of Shattered Vows

Kol pulls me into his chest and rubs my back. “I know it might seem weird to you, but it’s not, I swear. Asher and Anabelle just end up going into their private room now. If I do my job right, you won’t be thinking about anyone but me and the pleasure I’m giving you.”

I nod into his chest, but I’m not sure I can make it not weird.

“You can back out. It’s not something you have to do,” Kol says softly.

My throat opens a bit with my next breath and a little more with my next until eventually I can breathe normally again. I pull away and meet his gaze. “I’m okay. I want to do this. I just hadn’t thought about them being there, that’s all.”

He smiles with that proud look I love to witness and takes my hand. “Let’s go then.”

The sun has long since set as we make our way through the dim manor, sconces flickering against the walls.

Kol leads us to a large wooden door and slips a skeleton key from the pocket of his pants, opening the door. In front of me is a long stairwell that’s dark at the bottom. A few lanterns dot the wall beside the stone stairs, but not enough to see below.

He directs me down the stairs. When we reach the bottom, he hangs my robe on a hook there. Music is playing at the end of a long hallway with an abundance of doors. I guess I’ll find out where they lead.

Before we move again, Kol slides on his mask and faces me. The result is arresting. He’s still Kol, but somehow not. In fact, he reminds me a lot of the man who showed up at the church to steal me away from my wedding. His appearance is different, the way he holds himself. More severe. More serious than he’s been with me the past couple of weeks.

We walk down the hallway and step through an archway into a cavernous room that’s carved from stone. Music pumps throughout the room, and the bass vibrates in my chest.

Everyone in the room turns to face us, as if they somehow knew we were coming. I guess we are the main act tonight. It’s impossible to read their expressions to know what they’re thinking, which brings back my nerves.

Kol gives my hand a reassuring squeeze and leads me to the other side of the room. The crowd parts as though Kol is the king of the jungle, leaving a path straight to a dais. I avert my gaze on the way, not wanting to see the eyes that will be watching us. It’s easier said than done though when I feel all their eyes on me, assessing.

Are there women in the group who have slept with Kol? Who are silently nitpicking me for not being good enough for him? Wondering why I’m so special? I push away all the doubts because he asked me, and that’s why I’m here.

Kol helps me up onto the dais and pulls me into his chest, leaning down and whispering in my ear, “Still time to change your mind.”

When he pulls back, I meet his gaze through his mask. Steeling myself, I nod.

Yes, I’m afraid, but maybe that’s exactly the emotion I should be feeling. And isn’t that what I’ve been yearning for? To feel the array of emotions from living life? Not only the boredom of being stuck in an apartment? Besides, I want to do this with Kol. No one else, just Kol.

He nods, and his jaw sets hard. His eyes go blank, and he says loudly enough to be heard over the music, “Get on your knees.”

I suck in a breath and fall to my knees, staring at him.

We haven’t done this before. Correction—I haven’t. I’ve never given oral sex to someone, and I worry that I’m going to mess something up, accidentally bite him or something. But I look in his eyes, and my worry dissipates. Kol knows that I have no experience with this, and I trust him to guide me through whatever he has planned.

He runs his palm down my face, tilting my head farther back. “Take out my cock, sweetheart.”

My gaze flicks to his waist where the hard length of him presses against the linen pants. Swallowing hard, I undo the button on his pants. My fingers tremble on the zipper, but I slide it down. Sliding my hands around the sides of his hips, I tug the pants down and they crumple to his ankles. I’ve seen Kol’s member before, but the size and width still take me back.

“Let’s give everyone a good show, shall we?” He smirks.

The kind, reassuring man from upstairs is replaced by his usual cocky, stoic demeanor. The man standing in front of me, cock splayed for any to see, is a different man entirely.

“Run your tongue from my base all the way up to the tip, then suck the head into your mouth.”

I’m still nervous, but just listening to his instructions makes me wet between the thighs. I push everyone else out of my mind, let the thrum of the music fill my body, and bring my tongue to the base of his thick cock, running it up his hard, smooth length until I reach the top. I wrap my lips around his tip and suck the head as he instructed.

“Fist the base and jerk me off while you suck on the head.”

I do exactly what he requests, the way I saw him do it before, and his chin tips up toward the ceiling on an exhale. Not sure what to do with my free hand, I splay it on his upper thigh, feeling the hard muscle beneath his heated skin twitch.

I grip him a little harder, testing it out, and he groans, looking at me with wide pupils and amber eyes full of lust. That powerful feeling at being the one to make him make those sounds arises inside me.

Determined to please him, I open my mouth wider and bring him farther down my throat, until he hits the back. I gag and think maybe that’s a bad thing until a pleased look pierces Kol’s face, as though he’s proud of me.

For the next several minutes, I use Kol’s reactions as my guide. When he flexes his hips into my mouth, I almost smile around his cock. He wraps my braid around his hand several times, using it as leverage to keep me from moving, keeping me in place while he pumps his hips. My eyes water, and I gag on the length of him, drool running out of my mouth, but more noises and curses fall from Kol’s lips.

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