Page 40 of Ruthless Vow

“Who has her, Nicole?”

“I—” She shakes her head.

“I understand your indecision,” I say. “I am both your enemy and your only ally. But you can trust me to help you find your sister because I understand the bonds of family. Who has your sister?”

She just stares at me, torn.

So brave. So strong.

I want to test her strength, pin her beneath me, hold her while she struggles. Fuck her until she acknowledges that I own her. That I am her master.

“It’s all right,” I say, understanding that this secret is not yet one she will share. I will have it, eventually. But not yet. “I will find her regardless.”

She sags in relief.

I put my hand on the back of her neck, my gaze dropping to her lips. I run my thumb along her lower lip, then push it into her mouth. She makes a sound of submission and sucks on my thumb, licking, stroking, nipping.

I lean close and whisper against her ear, “I want to fuck your mouth.”

I pull my thumb from between her lips and lean back to look into her eyes.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyelids heavy.

“Yes,” she whispers, and I lower my lips to hers, kissing her deep and long.

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Nicole

Leo kisses me,aggressive, deep, his lips claiming, bruising. And I kiss him back, my body thrumming, hot, his kiss reaching inside me and twisting a tight knot of lust. I ache for his touch, my breasts, my nipples, my pussy. I want his hands on me, his mouth on me.

I feel the hard press of his cock against me.

“On your knees,” he says, the words a command. He expects to be obeyed. And I want to obey. I ache to obey. To lose myself under his command and let all my worry and fear wash away beneath the power of his will. For years, I’ve read erotica, turned on by stories about spanking and masterful heroes. My only experience with actual sex was a single bland encounter in college.

But Leo is my secret sex dreams come to life.

I sink to my knees before him, wanting his cock in my mouth, in my throat.

Lust pounds through my veins.

He pulls his shirt over his head as I sit on my heels, looking up at him, at the width of his shoulders and the sculpted muscleof his abs, his pecs, his arms. The fingers of one hand fist my hair while he uses the other to unzip his fly and free his cock.

It’s thick and hard and long, the head broad. His piercing is a curved platinum rod with a stud on the underside where the head meets the shaft and another stud at the slit.

Entranced, I run the tip of my index finger along the underside of his shaft, from the base to the stud.

He grunts and presses his cock against my lips. I open, and he pushes inside, so big, so hard. I suck and lick as he withdraws, pushes deeper. Now both his hands tangle in my hair, tipping my head to offer him better access.

I moan as he pushes deeper, almost making me gag.

“Suck me. Nice and deep,” he murmurs.

I tip my head a little more and take him even deeper, my pulse racing, my pussy throbbing, my whole body on fire, aching for him.

“Good girl,” he says.

His words of approval combined with the feel of his cock in my mouth, in my throat, makes my clit throb and ache. I grasp the backs of his thighs as he fucks my mouth, revelling in the taste of him, the scent of his skin, the steady thrust of his hips. The power I hold as I give him this pleasure.