Page 62 of Corrupt Vows

His big hands knead my ass and grind me against his length.

“You’re not well enough for what I want to do to you.”

“Please, Nico. I don’t want to think anymore,” I whisper. “Every time I close my eyes, I’m back in that closet. He wasn’t going to stop. Hewantedto hurt me.”

Nico wraps his thick fingers around my nape and pulls me up his body until his breath ghosts over my lips.

“Tell me if I go too far. I can’t promise I’ll stop, but I’ll try,” he murmurs before pulling me down and joining our mouths.

We both groan as he deepens the kiss. When he lifts me away, I whimper and wriggle closer, but he digs his fingers into my nape and holds me back.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you so thoroughly you forget the world exists beyond me,” he demands.

I dig my nails into his chest and grind my pussy against his length.

“Please, Nico,” I beg.

“Fucking hell, you’re too perfect,” he curses before joining our mouths and rolling us over. Pain pulses through my hip, but he steals it away with insistent licks of his tongue along mine, and anticipation thrums through me as he dominates my mouth. I arch my back and explore his chest and shoulders, but grow impatient and tug the bottom hem of his shirt up. He rises onto his knees and whips it off his head before tossing it to the floor and reaching for mine. His hot hands skim up my body as he reveals my curves, and the heat in his eyes as he cups my naked breasts fuels my need.

With heartwarming care, he threads my arms out of my sleeves and peppers my bruised shoulder with kisses before licking along my collarbone and nipping up my throat to suck on my ear, following my shirt as he peels it over my head. I gasp and test the muscles of his chest and shoulders, silently cursing the bandages on my fingertips before dipping my hands lower.

He gathers my wrists in one hand and teases the back of his hand along the flesh above my waistband.

“These shorts… mmm,” he hums as he crawls backward and wedges his shoulders under my knees, nipping a trail down my side, over my hip, and along my exposed thigh.

Realization dawns. He found me with my pants around my ankles and Ralf on top of me. Cold sweat—from fear, not pleasure—gathers on my nape as I recall Ralf’s viciousness as he destroyed my jeans and yanked them down my legs.

Nico prevents a freak out I didn’t even know was sneaking up on me by leaving my loose pajama shorts firmly around my waist. He hooks his finger into the fabric between my legs and pulls it aside to expose my pussy.

My insides clench as his eyes darken, and he hums in delight. With my wrists in one hand, my legs splayed wide over his shoulders, and his other arm wrapped over my hip with his hand holding my shorts aside, he studies my pussy and licks his lips like a man preparing for his favorite feast.

When he shifts his eyes to meet mine, every cell in my body liquifies.

“You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you,principessa?”

I nod, wincing slightly as my head aches. He scowls before dipping his head so close his breath warms my pussy lips.

“Just one taste. I just need one taste of this perfect pussy,” he murmurs.

I nearly launch off the bed when he runs the flat of his tongue over my entire sex. Electricity zaps through my clit. The wet glide on my swollen, needy labia nearly sends me into a volley of mini orgasms.

I want more. He gives it, licking and sucking until a delicious pressure grows deep in my abdomen. When I shake my head in instinctual denial and hiss in pain, he snarls and tightens his hand around my wrists.

“Be still,principessa, or I’ll stop.”

He wouldn’t. I’d die.

The evil glint in his eye says otherwise, so I lift my head and hold his gaze as he worships my sex. My thighs bunch as he teases along the sides of my sensitive clit. He dips down and tests my entrance. Sucks my labia into his mouth.

I whimper as he lifts his mouth away. He licks his lips before releasing my wrists and crawling up my body, nipping and sucking along the way. When he tugs his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring free, I writhe in impatience

Until he fits the broad head of his cock to my pussy and I remember how big he is. I press my palms to his shoulders and whimper. He licks my ear and murmurs against my temple.

“Be a good girl and take all of me.”

In one long, unending invasion, he buries his thick length deep inside me, stretching and filling me so thoroughly I forget how to breathe.

He pulls out and thrusts back in before I recover. I cling to him as he sets a steady, purposeful pace, hitting an excruciatingly sensitive spot along the front of my channel with every thrust. When he braces himself on one arm and leans back to reach between us, I gasp a breathyno, but he smirks and wedges his fingers lower.

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