Page 42 of Corrupt Vows

“Why are you crying?” I ask, still halfway inside her, knowing I should pull out but already addicted to being inside her.

“I thought… It didn’t hurt, so I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me,” she says with an adorable little hiccup. The misery in her eyes wipes out my mirth.

I frame her face with my hands and ensure I have her full attention.

“I believed you, otherwise I would have fucked you in the elevator.”

Her brows scrunch.

“But I didn’t tell you until we were on the bed.”

“You’d never sucked cock until this afternoon, so it wasn’t a leap to assume you were a virgin, too. I don’t know how you stayed pure for so long with this perfect little body, but you’re mine now, Serenity, and I’m never letting you go.”

Her breath hitches.

“Promise?”

“Yes,principessa. I promise.”

Silent tears drip from her lashes, but she takes a deep, ragged breath and smiles.

She doesn’t believe me. She wants to, but she doesn’t.

My heart cracks as I realize she carries more baggage than I can take from her. Her pain reaches deeper than one traumatizing moment. I don’t know how else to help her beyond proving my devotion over time, so I kiss the back of her hand and finish pulling my cock out of her pussy. I groan and curse the frigid air even as steam builds on the mirror.

“Don’t move,” I command.

She doesn’t. I step away and check the water temperature before gathering her into my arms and carrying her into the shower. Her soft, curvy body tempts me as I slide her down onto her feet, but when her eyes pinch in pain, I gather every ounce of my control and focus on cleaning her instead of pressing her against the wall and having my way with her.

She wraps her arms around me and leans her head on my chest. I angle her into the strongest shower head and ensure she’s soaked from head to toe before shuffling her toward the built-in bench. She winces even though I guide her into a sitting position as gently as possible.

I pamper every inch of her, shampooing her hair and slathering in conditioner before sudsing a loofa and covering her in white froth. By the time she’s ready for her final rinse, my cock bobs in front of me, fully hard and ready to go again.

I grit my teeth and pull a detachable showerhead off the wall and join her on the bench before leaning her against me and rinsing her from head to toe. She hums in delight, so I continue long after the last of the soap swirls down the drain, memorizing her curves and basking in her trust as she slips into a doze.

Even though the hot water will never run out, I turn it off after I notice her fingertips pruning.

My engagement ring looks amazing on her delicate finger. I can’t wait to add a wedding band.

She tucks her face against me when I roll her into my arms and stand. Her palm settles over my chest, and the gold of her ring shines in stark contrast to my tattoos.

I wrap her in a towel and drape two more over my shoulder before laying her out at the foot of the bed, avoiding the wet spot we left behind.

After I dry every inch of her, I wrap her hair in a towel as best I can and snatch a bottle of lotion from the bathroom counter. She offers a token complaint when I smear cold lotion onto her skin, but she’s so exhausted she slips back into a doze on her next breath.

The bruise on her inner forearm darkens my mood. Whoever gave it to her will pay.

It also proves I don’t know nearly enough about her. I have all the info on her phone and laptop, plus detailed reports from every guard I placed on her for a week, but I still don’t know who hurt her.

That’ll change.

I finish rubbing lotion all over her body, deciding I must be a masochist, and scoop her into my arms. She clings to me when I set her in the chair by the window, but I assure her I’m not going anywhere and pry her fingers off my arm. After changing the sheets, I lie her on the bed.

She curls up onto her side as I tuck the covers over her, but when I turn to leave, she grabs my arm again.

She mumbles under her breath and nuzzles the back of my hand. I try to pull away, but she whimpers and clings tighter, so I slip under the covers with her.

It’s pure torture. Her warm, soft, pliant body fits perfectly against mine. With her legs tangled in mine and the top of her head tucked under my chin, I stroke her back and usher her into a deeper sleep.

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