Page 73 of Unbreakable Vow

“But nothing.” I bring it down again, lower this time, just above her thigh. Her ass bounces from the force, and fuck, my cock is going to rip through these pants.

I reach down, fisting her hair at the scalp and drag her head back until she’s looking up at me. Unshed tears sit on the brim of her bottom lid, while a single tear slides down her cheek.

I clench my jaw.

She’s too fucking beautiful.

It’s painful how fucking much I want to get inside her, claim her, over and over again.

“If I heard a man insult you, do you know what I would do to him?” What I did do to the fucking prick who wrote those ugly words about her.

“No.” Her throat works as she swallows. A little blink, and the fat tears roll down, sliding into her hairline.

“I would cut out the tongue he used to say them.” In the case of the scumbag journalist, he left with several broken fingers. He’ll have a little harder time typing out his insults in the future.

“You are my wife.” I lower my face to hers. “And no one insults my wife.” I let go of her with a shove. “Ass up higher, you have five more coming.”

She moans, but I can already see the arousal glistening on her pussy lips.

My girl may hate it when I punish her, but her body craves the pain, the discipline.

I’m only too happy to give her what she needs.

I waste no time. Her body jerks forward with each lash, but she moves right back into position for me, offering me her ass for my belt.

Tears leak from her eyes, rolling off her cheeks to the platform beneath her. Watching her body, her expression in the mirror, I make sure to get her close to the edge, but never let her tumble over to where she dives into a fog of submissive pleasure.

After the fifth stroke of my belt, I unbutton my slacks and move behind her, pulling my cock out and squeezing just enough to relieve some of the pressure.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.” I bring my cock to her entrance. Her heat spreads across the head of my dick before I even touch her soaked pussy.

She turns her head so she can see us in the mirror. Her face is already bright red. Maybe it’s because her breasts hang heavy or because the curve of her belly is exaggerated in this position.

I reach beneath her, squeezing her breast.

“I love every fucking curve, Cora. Do you get that? Every curve.” I release her and slap her hip, watching again as her ass cheeks bounce for me.

My eyes roll with my need to be inside her.

She’s so fucking beautiful. How anyone can look at this woman and not see perfection is beyond me.

Maybe it’s her spirit.

Or how hard she works to fight for her mother.

Or maybe it’s because every time she walks into a room, my body tingles with the need to be near her.

It doesn’t fucking matter.

All that matters is that she understands, everything about her is perfect.

“I get it, Sergei. I do.” Her soft eyes meet mine in the mirror and her shoulders relax.

After dropping the belt to the platform, I grab her hips and drive into her with one powerful thrust.

Her body jerks forward, but she catches herself before she hits the platform. It doesn’t deter me.

The heat of her pussy clenches around me and nothing will stop me from having what I want.

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