Page 52 of Impure Vows

His hands are everywhere, sliding over my skin, pulling, tugging. My breath catches as he yanks my dress over my head, leaving me exposed. His eyes darken, a dangerous hunger burning in them as his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, tearing them away leaving me exposed and panting.

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DANTE

Irip Aliyah's lace bra from her body, the delicate fabric tearing in my grip. Her breath hitches, eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and something else. Excitement, maybe. It's intoxicating.

"Did you enjoy talking to them?" I hiss, my voice low and dangerous. "All those men looking at you like you're theirs?"

She shakes her head, her lips trembling. "No, I?—"

I cut her off, gripping her roughly and spinning her towards the desk in the corner. "You are mine," I growl, pressing her against the cold wood. "Only mine."

She whimpers, her fear palpable, but there's a spark in her eyes that drives me wild. I lift my hand and bring it down hard on her ass, the sound echoing in the room. She gasps, the sting of the slap making her arch her back.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, my voice dripping with possessiveness. "To be punished for making me feel this way?"

She doesn't answer, just bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan. I spank her again, harder this time, leaving a mark on her skin.

"Answer me," I demand, my hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back so she has to look at me. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," she finally breathes, her voice shaky but honest. "Yes, I want it."

Her admission fuels my desire, and I bend her further over the desk, my hands roaming over her bare skin. The heat of her body seeps into me, making it hard to think clearly.

I slide my hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready. "You're soaked," I murmur, my fingers teasing her. "You like being punished, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I can't control myself. The sight of her, bent over the desk, is too much. My hands fumble with the button on my pants, the fabric giving way as I free my cock. Her slick arousal glistens, a beacon, calling to me. I thrust against her, the head of my cock pressing into her wet heat.

Yanking her head to the side, I growl in her ear, "You want this?"

She whimpers, her body trembling under my grip. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I pull her hair harder, making her gasp. "Say it louder."

"Yes," she cries out, her voice shaky but clear.

I slam into her with a forceful thrust, her cry echoing in the room. "Yes, let them hear you," I command, the arousal coursing through me like a man crazed. Her pussy clamps around me, making me roar.

My hands roam over her body, gripping her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of raw need. I feel her tighten around me, her body responding to every rough movement.

"Tell me you belong to me," I demand, my voice rough.

"I belong to you," she breathes, her voice hitching with every thrust.

Her words drive me wild. I pound into her harder, my grip on her hips bruising. The desk creaks under our weight, but I don't care. All that matters is the feel of her around me, the way her body submits to mine.

"Good girl," I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. "You take me so well."

Her moans grow louder, her body quivering. I feel her nearing the edge, her arousal dripping down my cock. I thrust deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out.

I grip her hip with one hand, feeling the curve of her body under my fingertips. My other hand snakes around her, grasping her tit firmly. Her breath hitches, a gasp escaping her lips. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a raw, primal rhythm that drives me wild.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my voice low and demanding. "You like being fucked like this."

She moans, her voice a mix of pleasure and defiance. "Yes," she admits, her grip on the desk tightening.

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