Page 74 of Shattered Vows

With a smirk, he pushes his fingers back in. “Do you think everyone knows that? Or do you think some of them are still wondering if they can join us? Whether they’ll get to feast on this delicious pussy and know what it feels like when your cunt milks my cock?”

I glance over his head at everyone surrounding us. There are more people. Some of the men even have women between their legs, sucking them off while their attention is riveted on us. I make eye contact with one man in a black mask, and he bucks harder into the woman’s mouth.

Kol works his fingers in and out of me, and my climax draws closer and closer. “Do you know how badly some of them want to push me out of the way so they can fuck you and try to make you theirs? But they’ll never get the chance because you have always been and will forever be mine.”

He growls the word mine from behind his lion’s mask, a true predator who will rip out the throat of anyone who treads on his territory.

Kol stands from his knees and curves his fingers again, then uses his thumb to circle my clit. His other hand holds onto the strap to keep the swing in place while he works me. Every muscle in my body tightens more and more, until I can’t hold back, and my orgasm explodes from within, shattering me into a million pieces.

I’m not aware of anything else but the sensation inside my body until it begins to ebb. Then I look at Kol.

He’s fully undressed, stroking his cock, staring at me with so much hunger it should probably scare me. “Time to really show everyone here that you’re mine.”

As if I didn’t just orgasm, I clench in anticipation.

Chapter

Thirty-One

KOL

I’ve never felt this possessive in all of my life.

Yes, I’ve fucked other partners in front of everyone before, and I get a certain kind of high from knowing they all want what I have. But those partners are free to do what they want with whoever once I’m done with them.

The same doesn’t go for Rapsody.

I will never share her. Anyone who tries to take her from me will end up six feet under.

It’s almost comical to think that at one point, all I wanted to do was push Rapsody away and make her feel as much pain as I did. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Standing here with all these spectators at my back, all I want is to prove to everyone that she belongs to me. Mark her, possess her, and dominate her.

I loosen the straps across her upper back so that she’s lying parallel with the floor and let my greedy gaze take in her perfect body.

Mine is the only word that comes to mind as I slowly feed my cock into her needy pussy. She whimpers as though she can’t handle how good it feels. I hold her waist to keep her in place as I pull out slowly, then slam inside her. Her tits jiggle with every thrust of my hips, and I lick my lips, wishing I could wrap my lips around her pert nipples.

Rapsody’s tight pussy clenches around me when I switch up my angle. I gaze down at the two small cuts on her inner thighs, and my balls tighten.

I still can’t believe how much she trusted me. I thought for sure when she saw the knife she’d refuse, but of course she didn’t. Because she’s just so damn perfect for me.

All these people at my back, watching us, wishing they were me can go fuck themselves because there will never be another man between this woman’s thighs. At the idea of how jealous all those motherfuckers are, pride swells in my chest, and my thrusts grow sharper and more staccato.

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Rapsody flicks her head back and forth, as if she doesn’t know what to do with the pleasure coursing through her body.

I feel like a predator gazing down at her. The need to own her is a primal part of me that can’t be denied. I spear into her like an animal, and she accepts me, wanting everything I’m giving her.

Tingling starts at the base of my spine, starting a debate inside me as to whether I want to spill my seed inside her or all over the outside of her pussy like a branding.

I bring my thumb to her swollen clit, and she goes off, her pussy clenching around my steel length. The choice is made—I’m going to paint her insides.

With a roar, I come, holding myself inside her until she’s milked every drop of me, and I have nothing more to give.

I hold her hips, both of us heaving for breath.

I help Rapsody up out of the swing and don’t let go of her waist until she’s solid on her feet, then I slip the fabric of her dress back over her tits before I put my own pants back on.

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