Page 64 of Brutal Vows

Vitali owns my body. There is no doubt about that. Even if he didn’t, I’d sure as hell give it to him. A raspy moan falls from my lips when he latches onto my clit, sucking and licking until I’m screaming his name and pushing back against his face, begging for more as I fuck his face like a wild woman.

When the euphoria begins to dim, he keeps his mouth on my clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub, sending aftershocks of pleasure zipping through me until my whole bodyis melting beneath his ministrations. I’m so blissed out that I don’t feel him pinching the skin of my right ass cheek until the sting of the needle buries itself in my muscle.

“Fucker!” I curse him angrily, making him laugh. A whimper slips through me when he pulls the needle from my skin.

“It’s all over, little deer,” he whispers lovingly, one hand kneading the muscle he aggravated. “I told you good girls get rewarded.”

“Asshole,” I mutter, going to stand, but his hand on my back keeps me flat against the bed. My ass clenches at the sound of his belt, and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He lowers his zipper. “You’ll get a spanking sooner or later, I’m sure of it.” My core clenches at the promise, and if I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed at how easily his threat turns me on.

Anticipation coils inside of me as the head of his cock presses insistently against my slit, sending a shiver of expectation through my body. His hand tangles itself in my hair, and I wince slightly at the sharp sting on my scalp as he uses it to pull me firmly against his chest. My head turns towards him, and he captures my lips with a fervent kiss, his mouth urgent and demanding. Despite how wet I am for him, a sharp gasp escapes me, breaking our kiss as he pushes into me, a mingling of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

“Such a good little girl, my wife,” he whispers against my lips. “Your tight little pussy takes me so well.”

“Vitali,” I moan as he slides all the way in, filling me completely, his thick length stretching me, igniting every nerve ending. His tongue, velvet and hot, dances with mine. He fucks me languidly, his free hand roaming over my skin, tracing fire across my flesh. He works his hips deliberately,hitting the deepest, most secret spots inside of me, stoking a blaze within my belly.

Removing his hand from my hair, he cradles my face, his calloused fingers gentle against my flushed cheek. His kiss is soft—reverent, a stark contrast to the storm raging between our bodies.

“God, I love you,” he growls, his voice a low rumble, like distant thunder. The words rip from him like they’ve been clawing their way out for ages, desperate and raw. Does he even realize he’s said them? Or has the truth finally slipped past his control, too big, too consuming to keep buried? His hips circle, grinding against me, striking every live wire my body has, electric jolts coursing through my veins. I can feel the weight of those words pressing into my skin, sinking deep, curling around my heart like they’ve always belonged there.

“I love you, too,” I whisper against his lips, my breath ragged. The words taste foreign yet inevitable, like they’ve been waiting for this moment to finally be set free. My heart clenches, a dizzying mix of fear and relief crashing through me. Loving him isn’t safe—it never has been—but it’s impossible not to.

My fingers tighten against his skin as if holding on might keep this moment from slipping away. Because now that I’ve said it, now that it’s real, I know there’s no turning back. I let out a long, keening moan as my climax washes over me. My body convulses, clenching tightly around him, forcing him over the edge with me. His cock pulses inside of me, his body tenses, muscles clenched and strained, as his release comes hot and heavy, filling me until we are both spent. My entire body is shaking beneath his, quaking with the intensity of our shared release.

His lips find mine again, his kiss slow and languorous,keeping himself buried inside of me as he grows soft, not wanting to break the contact between us. His tongue licks lazily against mine as if we have all the time in the world—as if this moment, this connection, is all that matters.

“Who knew you were such a softie,” I tease.

Vitali gifts me with one of his rare, full smiles. “Don’t expect me to turn too romantic, little deer.”

“Promise.”

I let out a soft moan of protest as he withdraws from me, breaking the intimate connection between our bodies.

“I know, my love,” he murmurs soothingly. With a tender touch, he turns me to face him, lifting me effortlessly by the hips and laying me gently on the cool sheets of the bed. His lips brush mine in a lingering kiss before I watch his perfectly sculpted ass disappear into the bathroom.

Moments later, he returns, a warm, damp cloth in hand. He carefully glides the cloth over my skin, his eyes twinkling with a teasing smirk as I flinch slightly. Despite him being gentle, his size has left me with a lingering soreness.

“I love seeing you red and swollen from me.” He grins and I groan, embarrassed. Chuckling, he gives me a wink and helps me up. “Get dressed, little deer. We need to get ready to go.”

Striding purposefully toward my suitcase, I hurriedly throw on my clothes and follow him out of the bedroom. The gentle laughter that had filled the room just moments ago fades into silence as we make our way down the hallway to join the others. Vitali’s expression shifts as we enter a large, dimly lit conference room situated just beyond the kitchen, where everyone is supposed to be waiting. But instead of a gathering of familiar faces, the room is eerily empty, the air thick with an unsettling quiet.

Puzzled, I turn to face Vitali, my brows furrowed inconfusion, but his face remains an unreadable mask, stoic and impassive. Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the hallway catches my eye. I see Tomas approaching, his broad figure casting a shadow as he strides forward. I begin to smile at the burly Russian, but my smile falters and drops when I notice the glint of steel in his hand—a gun, gripped tightly and menacingly.

“Vitali,” I shout, my voice echoing with desperation, but the warning comes too late. Tomas’s arm swings with brutal efficiency, and before Vitali can react, he’s struck down, crumpling to the floor with a sickening thud.

“I’m sorry about this, little one,” Tomas murmurs apologetically, a note of regret adding weight to his words. I barely have time to register his apology before he lunges at me with surprising speed. The world blurs and spins, and then everything plunges into a suffocating darkness.

Thirty-Six

The painin my head is deafening and I groan, my eyelids fluttering as I struggle to open my eyes.

“Look who is finally awake.” Dread seeps into my gut at the familiar nasally voice of the man I grew up fearing. My father. I whimper when a boot hits my back hard enough to roll me. “Get your lazy ass up, girl.”

Each word slams into me like a sledgehammer. I stagger to my feet, wincing as the floor tilts dangerously under me.

“You betrayed me, Gia,” he snarls, his venomous gaze raking over me. The sneer on his lips is unmistakable, a cruel reminder of the monster he truly is.

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