Page 53 of Shattered Vows

“Men are jerking off to you right now, sweetheart. How does it make you feel to know that you’re turning them on so much they can’t help but fist their cocks?”

My insides flutter at his words, and my nipples draw tight. I’m desperate for some friction on my clit, but rather than use my hand to satisfy myself, I bring my hand to his balls and take the heavy weight of them in my palm. Kol grows harder in my mouth, and he unwinds his hand from my braid in favor of placing his hands on either side of my head.

“Relax your throat for me.”

I force myself to do as he says though it takes me a few tries to be successful. Then he pistons into my mouth, using me for his pleasure. I meet his feral gaze, shocked at how much it turns me on.

“I’m going to paint you with my cum, you want that?” he growls.

I give the smallest nod, and the feline smirk that tilts his lips, along with the satisfied gleam in his eyes, is a vision I commit to memory, it’s so damn hot.

Kol bucks into my mouth a few more times, then he drops his hands from my head, dragging his cock all the way out and leaving a stream of saliva between my lips and the tip. Jerking himself a few times, he cries out as his seed pours onto my collarbone and chest. Then he brings the tip to my lips, and I seal my mouth around it, swirling my tongue and lapping up what’s left while he watches with a satisfied grin.

He holds my gaze for a few beats before he bends at the waist and tugs up his pants, then fastens them. “I think you deserve to be rewarded.”

He holds out a hand to me. I take it, getting up off my knees and standing before him. He whips me around so that I’m facing the audience, his one arm over my collarbone and the other around my waist. My back is pressed to his front, and my chest heaves from my heavy breathing—partly from surprise and partly because I’m so horny over what I just did that I’m desperate for him to make me come. I don’t care if it’s in front of all these people.

Not wasting any time, he brings the hand on my waist down into my panties, finding my swollen clit and spreading my arousal over it with his fingers. I sigh and lean back into him, arching my hips, wanting more. More of whatever he’s willing to give me.

Seeing the audience from this angle gives me a whole new insight. Some of the men are indeed jerking off, watching the show Kol and I are putting on. Some of the women have their hands between their legs too. A surge of shame flares for being turned on, but I push it aside. I can examine my feelings later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment.

Kol brings his mouth to my ear and nips at my earlobe while his fingers circle my clit. A moan escapes me, and he must like what he hears because he brings his mouth to the space where my neck meets my shoulder, opens his mouth, and bites down. I cry out as the pleasure below my waist mixes with the pain above it.

I’m so close to coming that my hips move of their own accord.

“All these people are about to watch you fall apart. Watch you come on my fingers. Do you think they’ll be remembering it days from now when they’re at home, rubbing one out?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, which is fine. My mind is so overloaded with sensations right now, I’m not sure I could form a sentence. “I know they will, because I know what you look like when you come, Rapsody, and it is fucking glorious.”

He doubles down his efforts. Every muscle in my body draws taut right before a swell of sensation fills my veins and shatters my thoughts. I come apart like shattered glass ricocheting through the cavernous room. My body vibrates with bliss, and the air in my lungs seizes until I start slowly knitting myself back together.

I sag against Kol’s chest, unable to stay standing on my own.

He tucks his face into my neck and inhales me. “See? Glorious.”

My eyes close. I don’t have the strength to open them, even when I feel him pick me up and step down off the dais. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my face into his bare chest.

He smells like he always does—crisp air and pine, a scent that is intrinsically Kol, and it comforts me in ways I’ve never felt before.

I didn’t expect what we did to be so intense and overwhelming. I don’t know if it’s because of the audience and setting, the fact that I gave someone head for the first time, or because what we just did felt more weighted with emotion than just the physical aspect.

Kol places me on a mattress, and I open my eyes to see where we are. We’re in his room, and just the bedside lamp is on, leaving the vast space beyond the bed in shadows. Kol stands over me, looking down with a mixture of ownership and awe. The look makes my chest ache because I realize that’s what I’ve wanted from him all along.

I may have begun staying here because I wanted some breathing room from my mother and my old life, but the truth has always been that I really want him. I want the Kol I had back in Atlanta. But I found something even better because this Kol, the one he’s shown me, is the real Kol. All of him. The broken and shattered pieces, the jagged edges, all of it. It’s all a part of what makes him who he is, and he is so beautiful when he lets me see him.

I’m tired of waiting.

It’s time I take what I want.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

RAPSODY

“Come here.” My voice is soft, and I reach for him.

He takes my hand, and I pull him down, wordlessly asking him to cover me. He does, and the weight of his delicious body pressing against mine feels perfect. This is how it was always meant to be. We just got lost for a little bit.

He brings his mouth to mine with a slow, sensual sweep of his tongue, and I sink into the kiss. There’s so much emotion in this kiss. So much we’re not saying with words, but I feel.

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