Page 19 of Deceitful Vows

I’d rather have her limp with sexual exhaustion than a tanned ass, so I inch her off the handrail hindering the natural roll of her hips, and then slowly slip a finger inside her.

“Tight. So fucking tight.”

My thumb circles her clit, once again stealing her rebuttal.

“Don’t be ashamed. The tighter you are, the fewer men I’ll have to track down once I’ve had my fill.”

She watches me with hooded, dilated eyes as I slowly pump in and out of her. I don’t do gentle. Lovemaking isn’t my specialty, though the flare of Zoya’s nostrils when I treat her with a delicacy she was certain I didn’t hold has me in no hurry to mix things up.

I take my time, loving how her cunt sucks at my finger as freely as her delicious scent lingers in my nostrils.

“How many men am I seeking,??????”

I slant my head to hide my smile when she says with a moan, “None.”

Lying to me is usually punishable by death.

She won’t face the same level of wrath—purely because I know she is lying for me, not the insolent fools who let her go. She’s afraid my jealousy will have me pulling on the reins, stopping a train God himself couldn’t slow.

She has no reason to fret.

Even as I was placing the pieces on the chessboard for a verified win, she didn’t leave my mind for a second. I palmed my cock as often today as I did the first time I visited a strip club.

I was eleven during my inaugural visit to my uncle’s club, so I had the perfect excuse for my dick popping up to say hello.

Today, I had no damn excuse.

And the remembrance pisses me off so much I get arrogant.

“One?”

I watch Zoya like my palm isn’t coated with her juices, and her moans don’t have me on the cusp of coming in my pants like a soft cock who has never sampled an untouched cunt.

When her face gives nothing away, I say, “Two?”

She doesn’t twitch, glower, or flinch.

She just moans.

“Three? Are there three notches on your bedpost,??????”

I finger fuck her harder when a flare darts through her eyes. It isn’t a confirming glint, more a flicker announcing I’m getting close to her body count.

“Four?”

Her eyes snap to mine so fast I get the answer I’m seeking without a word spilling from her lips.

She looks embarrassed. It better be because she’s worried I’ll think her count is too high and not because she’s ashamed of the low figure she amassed in the prior decade or so.

I won’t handle the latter.

Jealousy has never been an issue of mine. That could be more because virgins were always my top pick.

I never had an interest in another man’s leftovers.

I can’t say the same now.

I’ll still seek names. It just won’t be until I’ve finished making Zoya scream mine.

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