Page 52 of Vows From Hell

He grinned and brought his head up, staring at me like a little devil.

“Should I make you beg?”

He was teasing me and took off his boxers, throwing them across the room. The tip of his cock was lined at my entrance, leaving it there to torture me.

“Please.’’ I bit my bottom lip in frustration. “Please, just fuck me.’’

“Oh fuck,’’ he grumbled. “I’m so weak against your voice. I love the sound of you begging for my cock, Bambi.’’

“Then are you going to leave me waiting forever?”

Micah chuckled. “So impatient.’’

In one harsh, quick thrust, he buried himself deeply inside of me. I moaned, the pit of my stomach filling with anticipation as the sensations overtook my senses. I felt everything — every thrust, every touch and every kiss.

They were forever engraved in my mind.

This time, I wasn’t going to forget.

He wasn’t letting me forget.

“So perfect for me.’’ He kissed my jaw, all the way down to my chest, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. “You better behave yourself while I’m gone, Bambi.’’

“Or what? Who knows? Maybe I’ll find someone better than you.’’

Lies.

All lies.

There were plenty of men out there who were, in some aspects, a better choice than Micah. But none of them ever made me feel so alive, so cherished and wanted. No one was ever going to come even close to him.

Micah was the only one for me. I was his until the day I died, and this time, I vowed to make us work. One year was nothing in comparison to the life we were going to have afterward.

Ruthlessly, he slammed into me, grabbing my throat with his strong hand. Micah squeezed it as a warning, almost enough to cut off oxygen.

“Let me be frank with you, Bambi,’’ he mumbled. “Anything that goes inside of this pussy, whether it be another bastard’s cock or a toy will be broken as soon as I find out. And unless you want me to kill someone for touching you, in front of you, then you’d best forget about provoking me.’’

His words drove an orgasm out of me. Slowly, it started building in the pit of my stomach, and I was desperate for a release.

“Do you fucking understand me?”

I nodded.

“Good, then come on my cock. Show me who fucking owns you.’’

His words were all it took for me to come undone all over him. He continued to thrust inside of me until I saw stars.

I lost count of how many times he made me orgasm in that night.

He flipped me over, and I arched my back, pushing back against him.

“Please,’’ I whispered. “Enough.’’

“One more time.’’ He kissed along my spine and goosebumps appeared. “Just come for me one more time and I’ll let you rest.’’

I threw him a dirty glance over my shoulder. “You said that two times ago.’’

He grinned. “What can I say? Bringing you pleasure is pleasure for me.’’

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