Page 73 of Heartless Vows

With how tiny she is, I always expect her to eat small portions of low-calorie foods, but she surprises me every time with her appetite. I’ve never seen a specialty pizza with steak strips, extra black olives, extra spinach, a slew of other veggies, and very little cheese, but she seemed to enjoy every bite she took. Even though she didn’t eat as much as I would like, she still finished an entire slice.

As I lead us back to the car, Fiero covers our backs, keeping Aurora and Tristan between us, where they’re safest. Tristan’s full belly catches up with him once he’s tucked in the car. He slumps against Aurora’s shoulder a few minutes into the drive. We enjoy a comfortable silence the rest of the way, lettingtomorrow’s worries wait until tomorrow as we digest both the food and the intimacy we found around the dinner table.

Fiero stops the car in front of the Achilles family home.

I steal a quick kiss from Aurora before slipping out of the car and walking around to Tristan’s side. When I open his door and rouse him, he mumbles and rubs his eyes, but settles back onto Aurora’s shoulder.

I scoop him up and wait formia topolinato scoot closer before offering her my hand. Her hungry eyes wander over my forearms as I help her from the vehicle. If I flex a little more to make my veins a bit more prominent, it’s because Tristan is precious cargo—and I like the appreciation in Aurora’s gaze.

I send Fiero away for the night. He doesn’t ask questions, even though he probably expected to drive me back to the townhouse tonight.

I carry Tristan into the Achilles mini castle and settle him into his bed without interruption from other household members. As Aurora slips into the bathroom to warm a washcloth, I pull off his shoes and slip off his necklace. After wiping his face and arms, she gives him a kiss on the forehead and plugs in his phone before pushing me toward the hallway.

I turn off the light. She closes the door. I scoop her into a cradle hold and carry her into her room.

Her whispered argument fades as I kiss her. I push the door closed with my heel and let her feet slip toward the floor.

Piece by piece, I remove our clothes, leaving them strewn throughout the room, and slide us both under the sheets. She whimpers and writhes underneath me as I take my time exploring her with my mouth and hands. Heat builds between the sheets, but I keepmia topolinatucked underneath, unwilling to expose her in case her mother walks in.

In no rush, I play with her nipples and lick every inch of her chest. Her legs tighten around my waist. I crawl backward andworship her flat stomach and tease along her hipbones before continuing lower.

I press my palm over her mouth just in time to muffle her cries as I run the flat of my tongue over her sex. Unable to resist, I nibble and tease even as she fights and begs me to stop, until her honey coats my face and her pleading devolves into wordless whimpers and moans. I ease my tongue and tease along either side of her clithood, careful to avoid direct stimulation, and slowly press two fingers into her tight, swollen pussy. When she bites my hand, magma escapes from my balls and sears the inside of my shaft, so I surge up her body and plaster my mouth over hers. With two digits sunk deep inside her, I thrust my hips and run the underside of my cock over her clit.

She comes in long, epic convulsions as I growl into her mouth and stroke her G-spot with my fingers. As she soaks my hand, the sheets, and my cock, I lose control and fill her bellybutton with my release. I shudder and dive deeper into her mouth before gentling my kiss and slipping my fingers out of her body. My pearly white seed overflows her bellybutton and seeps down her sides.

I yank a few tissues from the box on the bedside table and use them to soak up the worst of our mess before tossing them in the trash bin and pulling her close. She shivers and wraps her arms around my waist.

“Just for a few minutes,capisci?” she mumbles, already half asleep.

I hum a noncommittal note and pull her leg over my hip before fixing the blankets and tightening my arms around her.

Her breathing changes into the steady cadence of sleep and she snuggles closer.

A little more than half an hour later, the door handle rattles. Aurora’s mother swings open the door, but she stops it halfway,no doubt shocked at the clothes strewn all over the room. Less than a second later, she closes the door.

I smirk into Aurora’s hair as her mother rushes down the hall toward the stairs without locking the door.

Withmia topolinatucked safely against me, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. Time skews. At one point, screaming echoes in my head, but Aurora’s quiet whimper overrides all else, so I pull her on top of me and rumble nonsense until she settles.

Despite being in the viper’s den, I wake in slow increments. Aurora’s scent surrounds me. Soft sheets brush against my naked body. A keyboard clicks quietly nearby.

Aurora no longer lies in the bed with me.

I surge awake and find her in front of her computer. With the screen illuminating her mussed hair and my black shirt dwarfing her slim frame, she’s effortlessly sexy. The clock reads early morning. Tristan’s alarm should go off any second.

The sheets beside me are cold.

“How long have you been up?” I ask.

Aurora jumps and whirls around with her hand over her heart.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” she gasps.

Insult rolls over me.

“Didmia topolinaforget she had a dark and dangerous mafia man in her bed?”

She shakes her head. A tiny smirk tugs at her lips, but her thoughts tug it into a frown.

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