Page 71 of Deceitful Vows

You can’t miss the heat of arrogance, and I can no longer maintain eye contact. It is too intense and primal and has me the most conflicted I’ve ever felt.

“It’ll be my pleasure,?????.” Andrik pushes into me so deeply the imprint of his cock will be embedded in my ass for eternity. “But first, I need you wet enough to take me.”

“That isn’t what I meant. I don’t want th-this.”

My stuttered response has him seeing straight through my lie, much less the sound of my arousal as he pumps in and out of me.

He toys with my clit while finger fucking me at a slow, leisurely pace like he has all the time in the world. He knows every button to push, and within minutes, I roll my hips in rhythm to the frantic pulse of my clit.

I’m wet enough for signs of an imminent climax to be unmissable and to make a mess on the front of Andrik’s pants, yet his pace doesn’t hasten in the slightest. He takes his time, not needing a worded confirmation that he owns both me and my pussy.

He drives me to the brink until stars form and his name sits breathlessly on the tip of my tongue, and then he teases me with an underhanded promise I shouldn’t crave but desperately want.

“Do you want me to make you come now,?????,or once my dick is buried deep inside you?”

“Now,” I beg, arching up on my tippy-toes. “Please.”

“Please, who?”

I grit my teeth, hating how fast his name almost whips out of my mouth.

This isn’t how I envisioned our reunion. He’s meant to be huddled over, gripping his crotch, not cupping mine. He’s the enemy. The monster. A cheater. He isn’t supposed to have the ability to turn my brain to mush.

“St-stop.”

Andrik impedes my wish to flee by pressing down on the middle of my back with his spare hand before he shifts the sole focus of his thumb to my clit. My thighs shake as rapidly as my pulse surges through my veins. I snap my eyes shut and bite my lower lip, hopeful a snippet of pain will slow the freight train of desire racing through my veins.

My hands ball so I don’t scratch the pricy paintwork of Mikhail’s car when Andrik grinds his thick cock against the seam of my ass. I can feel its throbs and the wetness pooled at the end. I can feel every perfect inch.

Pleasure courses through me as I thrust my head back and whimper. My climax is right there. Within grasp. Then Andrik freezes, and the only tumble I endure is the brutal fumble of my morals.

“No. Please.”

The surge of my pulse when he arches over me almost drowns out his repeated question. “Please,who?”

“Andrik! Please,Andrik.”

My womb spasms when he growls out in a gravelly tone, “There’s my good girl.”

With his chest swollen with smugness, he pushes two fingers back inside me. Wetness coats his palm when the greedy rock of my hips forces him to pick up speed. He fucks me with his fingers while moaning in approval of my impatience.

I’m on the edge of hysteria, racing for the finish line again in no time. Then, without warning, Andrik once again removes his fingers from my pussy. This time, he doesn’t keep them teasingly close. He pulls his hand out of my panties before taking a giant step back, unpinning me from the hood.

My first thought is hope. Andrik has the skills to bring me to climax with just his fingers, but his cock deserves its own unique category. It is the stuff of magic, and I’m dying to feel the stretch of its brilliance again. But my optimism soon slithers to despair when Andrik tugs down my skirt while grunting that my application to work at KADOK Industries has been declined.

“What…?” I spin to face him, horrified my legs aren’t in the process of buckling out from beneath me. “You can’t… I did as you asked… Why?”

My questions are barely decipherable, but they are answered in the most horrifying way—with the same mask Andrik wore in the elevator when I learned he was no longer filing for an annulment.

It proves our exchange isn’t about untapped desire hotter than the sun.

It is about punishment and authority.

Power and conviction.

He’s reminding me that although I will never own him, he will forever own me.

“Fuck you, Andrik…”

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