Page 143 of Forced Vows

"Okay. Can I see your art?" Her legs kick back and forth negligently, never quite hitting my paint chests with her heels.

Shrugging out of my own leather jacket, I prowl toward her. "Are you sure that's what you want right now? To see my art?"

"Why? Do you have something else in mind?"

"Stripping those jeans from your sexy legs and eating out that fine pussy."

Her pupils dilate with desire. "You promise I get to see the paintings after?"

"Yes." It's an easy promise to make.

When I brought her here, I knew that meant sharing my art with Róise.

Right now, there's something else I want to share with her. My hard dick.

Chapter 47: RÓISE

Miceli walks toward me with a gaze so intense, my core clenches. I've wanted him since I got on the back of that motorcycle. And right now, the only thing I can think of is having him.

When he reaches me, he yanks my tennis shoes off while I'm busy undoing my jeans. But he takes over and pulls those off too.

Goosebumps form along my thighs. From the climate controlled air? Or the desire crashing through me? Yeah, probably that.

Picking up my jacket, he creates a pillow for my head. "Lie back."

When he uses that tone, my insides turn to molten lava.

"No kiss even?" I tease though, not wanting to be too easy.

"I'm going to kiss you, dolce fiore. My mouth moving all over the delicious, plump lips on that hot pussy."

Hot is right. And wet. The crotch of my panties is soaked. Even I can smell how turned on I am. He's standing right there.

Of course, he smells it too.

Not that he seems to mind.

I lay back, my head tilted just enough I can see the absorbed expression on his face as he looks at me there. When I feel the smooth flat blade of his knife slide under the hem of my panties, more moisture gushes from my inner core.

Jayzuz, Mary and Joseph, why does this turn me on so much?

Smooth metal sliding across my skin and a whisper of sound before the fabric rends apart. That obsessive gaze unwavering, he drags the flat of his knife across my cotton covered mons to my other hip.

With a twist of his wrist, he does the same thing on that side of my panties.

Then he bunches up the front panel of cotton in his fist, and pulls upward, dragging it over my already swollen clit.

"If you're going to keep slicing up my panties, I'm going to run out." I croak.

"You think that's a deterrent? The thought of you walking around without panties makes my dick hard enough to drill rock." Hot air puffs over my excited flesh.

He's right there. His mouth is so close, and I want it.

When I'm with Miceli, I feel like the sexiest woman alive. This man, who has so much more experience than I do, wants me. His sweet flower. His good girl. Oh, man, do I love when he calls me that.

Not because of the contract. Not because of the alliance. The way his mouth devours my intimate flesh...that is 100%, pure desire.

I grab his hair and shove my hips upward wanting more of that mouth, more of that tongue. Every thought coalesces into one, the need to come.

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