Page 63 of Corrupt Vows

I shatter as he strokes his slippery digits over my clit in time with his thrusts. Every muscle in my body seizes and I orgasm for what feels like decades as he continues his relentless pounding.

I can’t breathe. Can’t speak. Can’t see.

He pinches my clit between his middle and ring fingers and tugs as he hits my G-spotagainwith the tip of his dick.

A dam breaks and I launch into an even stronger orgasm. Wetness gushes from my core and squelches between us as he grabs my hips and groans. His guttural words as he encourages me to keep going heighten my already raw nerves, and I can’t stop despite the pleasure turning to pain.

His rhythm falters. With short, jerky movements, he cums deep inside me.

Covered in sweat, full of his seed, and soaked from my epic release, I fade into exhausted slumber, trusting him to take care of me.

I don’t know how long I sleep, but the next time I wake, he’s walking into the room—completely naked—with a tray of food. Lying on clean sheets with a clean body and a much lighter heart, I stretch and smile when my head only gives a slight throb. My hip and shoulder still hurt, but not enough to prevent me from ordinary tasks.

He sits against the headboard and pulls me into his lap. We eat in comfortable silence. I drink water and take more medicine when he insists.

The days and nights blur together as we explore each other. I learn more about myself and the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with than I ever thought possible, even though we don’t exchange many words.

Camilla sends me a few updates about settling into her new place, and I cheer her on while assuring her everything on my end is fine. She doesn’t pry and neither do I, but even though we both have things we can’t talk to each other about, I feel closer to her than ever before.

On the fourth day, I join Nico in his study and pretend to work on my laptop as he scowls at his computer screen. By his expression, he either really needs to be somewhere else, or there’s no sign of Ralf—which frightens me more than the alternative. If Nico was telling the truth, then Ralf—or whatever his real name is—has more than just ‘connections’. It takes clout, powerful friends, and more money than most people see in their entire lives to escape someone as prominent as Nico Russo.

A chill runs down my spine, so I turn my attention to my phone and relegate myself to the building for the time being. My fiancé has enough on his plate—he doesn’t need to worry about me on top of everything else.

Natalie answers my text within a few minutes, confirming she’d love to have me over for a night of sushi, wine, and gossip.

I rise from the chair and skirt around Nico’s desk. He welcomes me into his lap with open arms and hungry eyes.

“I’m going to spend the evening at Nat’s. If I get too tipsy, I may sleep over there as well.”

I don’t want to—I’d rather be here, in his arms, but not once have I woken with him beside me. Usually, he disguises his absence with either food, work, or other mundane tasks, but it doesn’t stop my heart from aching. I don’t know why he refuses to sleep beside me, but I’m afraid if I pry, he’ll just go to greater lengths to hide his reluctance.

Violence may curdle my stomach and shrivel my heart, but lying is a close second. My skin itches just thinking of him lying to me.

Of course, I know he’s lying by omission, but I don’t want the gritty details of his work. He no doubt gets his hands dirty often, but I’d rather not think about it.

Even with the memory of him straddling not-Ralf with his knuckles dripping blood and his cold, dead eyes swimming in front of my eyes, I wriggle harder into his lap.

“What are you trying to say,principessa? Are you tired of me already?” he asks.

I lock my hands together behind his nape and shrug.

He narrows his eyes. I shake my head.

“No, just trying to prevent further infection,” I say in as deadpan a voice as I can.

When he realizes I reference his words about being dirty and contagious from when I ran into him in my parent’s hallway before they changed the terms of the contract between our families, a spark of amusement lights his eyes before he lowers his lids and gives me a promising look. Liquid desire seeps into my panties.

“Then I’d better make sure you’re too far gone for a cure, huh?”

I squeal as he stands and sweeps everything off his desk before lying me on my back over the cool surface. I wriggle, grab the far edge of the desk, and pull myself away from him, but he snarls and yanks me back toward him by my hips.

He pulls off my shorts, shucks his pants, and thrusts into me. For the first time since he took my virginity, he surges into me without foreplay. I gasp at his delicious, shocking invasion and grab his wrists, needing something to hold on to so I don’t fly away.

He fucks me without mercy, praising and worshipping me through each orgasm, until I’m certain his mission is to ensure I can’t walk for a week.

After finding his release deep inside me, he props his forearms on either side of me and frames my head with his massive hands with his cock still lodged within me. I groan as he licks and nips my ears. Once he catches his breath, he stands and slowly pulls free of my body.

He hums and pushes my knees to my chest. I twitch as he scoops his fingers through my folds and pushes his cum back inside me.

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