Page 22 of Heartless Vows

“Don’t test me, little girl. Open your mouth.”

Fear clouds her eyes. Even as self-hatred curls in my gut, lust pools between my legs. She doesn’t speak, but I loosen my fist and cup her head, giving her more freedom while protecting her skull from the wall.

After a flash of apprehension and gratitude, defiance fills her expression. She guides my cock back toward her face but doesn’t open her mouth.

Trapped in the deepest, darkest layer of hell where pleasure becomes pain and pain becomes euphoria, I grit my teeth as she rubs my tip over her soft lips. After a few passes, she sneaks her tongue out and licks my slit.

I groan and draw tiny circles on her scalp. Her eyes soften.

My world shrinks to her eyes and mouth as she wraps her lips around my tip. With an adorable and stunning mix of surprise, interest, and hesitancy, she explores me from top to bottom, only keeping me in her mouth for half a second before licking down the underside of my shaft and trailing her tongue over my veins.

When she closes her lips around my tip again, I lose control and wrap both hands around her head. She squeaks and stacks her fists over my shaft, wisely preventing me from shoving deep into her throat.

She glares at me. I run my thumbs over her temples and brows, coaxing her to relax and apologizing without words. She tries to pull back, but I squeeze her head and flex my hips.

“If it’s just this once, then give me what I want. Drop your hands.”

She shakes her head. I smirk.

“So we’ll be doing this again?”

After a moment of consideration, she moves her top hand to my thigh and quirks a challenge-filled brow at me.

Down on her knees with my cock in her mouth in one of the most submissive positions possible, the tiny, sassy mafia princess proves more resilient and powerful than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. With a curl of her tongue, she does what dozens of people have tried to do but failed.

She wrecks the last of my control.

I piston in and out of her tight, wet mouth, hitting the back of her throat but unable to reach further with her hand clamped around my shaft.

It doesn’t matter. With her emerald eyes locked on mine, I erupt faster and harder than I have since I was a young teen first exploring my body.

After a gagged sound of surprise, she swallows and stops fighting my grip on her head, but she flexes her fingers aroundmy base and digs her nails into my thigh. For long, delirious moments, I enjoy the rush of release as I empty my balls into the tight grip of her mouth, and when my senses settle into reality, I gentle my hands in her hair and pet her with the reverence I don’t have words for.

A tear escapes her lashes and trails down her cheek. My heart lurches in my chest, solidifying my demise.

Aurora Achilles owns my soul. She’s more important than my sisters. More important than my parents.

Without her, I’m nothing.

I need her. All of her.

Now.

Chapter 7

Aurora Achilles

I fight to hold back my tearsas adrenaline and uncertainty spear through me, but lose the battle when he smears the single escaped tear from my cheek with his thumb. If he were to continue his domineering assholery, I could pull myself back together and save the emotions for later, but the pleasure and concern etched into his features break me.

One moment, I’m on my knees with his massive cock in my mouth, and the next, I’m pressed against his chest with his arms wrapped around me.

Too overwhelmed by the day’s unexpected events, I sob harder than I have in years, uncertain what pushed me over the edge, but too far out of my comfort zone to rein my emotions back in.

His massive arms create a safe, comfortable place to fall apart, but when I realize my tears soak his expensive suit, I huff in exasperation and pull myself back together with thoughts of protecting my brother.

I tell myself I’m not dirty. Giorgio Vivaldi is my future husband, and he was surprisingly gentle and patient with me.

But I never thought my first sexual interaction would be so… intense yet one-sided. And in a bathroom, of all places. I neverexpected to feel so empowered despite how powerless I’d been on my knees.

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