Page 32 of Corrupt Vows

Chapter 10

Nico Russo

She submits so sweetlyI lose myself in the wet warmth of her mouth, taking everything she gives me and demanding more. After watching her—the woman I’ve craved for years—fight a battle I can’t win for her, my control slips.

I stroke my tongue over hers and circle her throat with my fingers. Her whimper frays the thin thread of my control. I twist my hand in her hair, lick her teeth, and dive deeper again. She opens wider and matches my fervor, pulling another hungry sound from me. I flex my digits around her throat and enjoy the leap of her pulse before skimming my hand down to her breast. She’s not wearing a bra.

Her moan is too much.

I tilt my hips and grind my hard cock against the pillowy softness of her ass. When she grinds right back, rubbing her thighs together on my lap, liquid fire escapes my balls and shoots down my shaft. I snarl and pinch her nipple through her dress.

She gasps and arches her back.

On the verge of embarrassing myself, I lift my face away from hers and enjoy the sight of her heavy-lidded eyes, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

“Are you wet for me,principessa?”

She clings to my sleeve and the front of my suit and nods. I want her hands on me, but I won’t last another millisecond if she touches me, so I torture us both by playing with her breast for another moment before trailing my hand down her body. Her grip tightens on my suit as I slip my fingers under the hem of her skirt.

She jerks as I reach her panties.

“Part your legs for me,” I demand.

She hesitates.

I jerk her head back with a growl and push her knee off my lap before covering her sex with my hand.

“Fucking hell, you’re soaked. Goddammit, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Her glazed eyes and mindless whimper as I grind my palm over her pussy solidify her fate. I slip my fingertips into her panties and find her hard clit. She cries out and arches her back. I seal my mouth over hers and circle her clit as she tries to avoid my touch. She bucks and twists, dislodging my hand, so I sink lower and slip my fingertips through her drenched folds. I growl into her mouth and tease her entrance with the pad of my middle finger. She whimpers and trembles.

I push my finger into her and almost cum as her tight, wet heat wraps around me. She grabs my wrist with both hands, but I’m too far gone to stop.

I invade and retreat in time with my kiss, needing her to be as desperate for me as I am for her. Her responsiveness triples my desire and urges me to move faster. Honey flows over my hand and joins the wetness already soaking her panties.

I need a taste. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and pull back until it slips free.

She gasps as I curl my finger deep inside her.

“You’re gonna cum on my hand, aren’t you,mia piccola principessa?”

She shakes her head. I thrust in and out until her thighs tremble. The hickey on her neck catches my eye.

I drop my mouth to her throat and add another, needing to mark her where everyone can see, as I pull out and press two fingers to her entrance. Her throaty plea as she says my name only enhances my need. I angle my wrist and rub her clit with my thumb as I work my digits into her.

“Say my name again, Serenity,” I say before licking over my mark and trailing lower to begin another on her collarbone.

She gives me what I want. I reward her with several ruthless thrusts of my fingers before burying myself knuckle deep and curling my fingers over and over again in time with my thumb rubbing over her clit.

She detonates.

I lick the bruise forming on her collarbone and lift my head to watch her face as she flies apart in my arms.

She’s gorgeous. Perfect.

Mine.

I grind my teeth and gentle my touch as she slowly recuperates. She squeaks when I pull my digits free.

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