Page 5 of Fierce Vows

I squeeze lube from the desk onto her crack, and she whimpers through Luca’s tongue fucking as my cock presses to her gaping asshole.Her cries are louder and I shove deep, gripping her hips and giving her no way to escape me.Her body convulses around mine and I swear she just came.

“You like being impaled on your master’s cock, little Raven?”Luca asks quietly, all sense of mocking in his voice gone.

“Yes...”Her body shudders and I know she has come this time as I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy, enjoying her clenching down on me.

“Let’s give you something to fill that other hole, pretty slut.Yes?”I kiss her ear, removing my fingers and placing them against her mouth.She sucks her cum off my flesh, moaning as Luca, his shirt ripped off and pants hanging open in a second, plunges into her body.

We work her hard, sawing into her holes that bear down as though they’re made for us.But it’s her scream, that deep, cracked scream as she comes again that ruins us all.

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Willow sits naked inthe gilded bird cage that hangs over my desk in the club.Unlike during our playtime, the lights are on, and everyone in the club can see directly into the room and the woman dozing in her nest.Half of them want her—the other half want tobeher.

Neither is happening.

Willow’s only attire is the ragged cuffs Luca tied to her wrists at the start of the night.We kept fucking her until my thighs ached, and then brought her down to finish her on the desk, coating her sweat-slicked body in our cum.But when I removed her blindfold and went to clean her, a knife ready to cut the cuffs off, she refused.That smile she gave me, the one that matched her glowing face—I’ll happily give into that smile for the rest of my life and beyond.

She’s mine in every way, and onlyifI choose to share her will any of the others get to touch her.

More than one man in the meeting palms the front of his pants, and two are red faced, torn to distraction by her beauty and lack of availability.

“Do I have your attention, Ramone?”I ask softly, twirling the blade Luca gifted to me after fucking her pussy with it again.His name and her juices stain the wooden handle.An apt trophy of tonight’s playtime.

“I– yes.”The man, whose late father was once one of my father’scapos, blinks glazed eyes my way.“I’m happy to run things here for you.”

“Is that what I just said?”I raise an eyebrow noting Dom’s absence hard at this moment.A shared glance, a subtle—or not so subtle—eye roll and the meeting would pass that much faster.

I also miss his judgement in these times.How I came to rely on his was the aftermath of dozens of skirmishes where the stray bullet he took on my behalf would have ended my short life.Instead, he now protects his own family, and the remnants of mine, back home.

Cyprus is home, too.

But the soil that birthed me is no longer the place that holds my heart.Still, I must maintain strength here to keep a hold of all my territories.I refuse to lose them in the first year of my reign after my father managed them for so long.

Trust no one, sometimes not even yourself.

Watch their eyes.They will tell you their secrets.

Give them nothing.Not a smile, nor a familiar glance.

In keeping Dom by my side for so long and developing a united front with Luca, and Willow, I broke all my father’s rules at once.

“It’s not?”Ramone shakes his head as though trying to clear it.

I smile graciously.“Distracting, isn’t she?”I tilt my head to one side.“Would you like to touch my beautiful slut?”

Ramone shakes his head, his senses driving him forward faster than his blood-laden cock.“No, my Don.”

I twirl the knife once more and plant it to the hilt in the old, hardwood desk and lose the smile.“Good.Shall we focus here, instead?”I tap the old ledger before me and lean back, closing my eyes to listen to everything the man tells and doesn’t about the history of the Cyprus territories, and all their dealings.

Then comes the next man, and a woman, a legacy buy in from her father.Another man.

By the time the sun rises and my wife stirs, smiling dozily at me as she stretches, I’ve learned one thing about my father’scapos.

They’re all full of shit.

I nod to the early twenties boy with dark hair who wears a pair of matte black pistols on his hips and an unchanging expression.Eduardo Kinzali hasn’t moved all night, and I appreciate his service.

“Good to see someone takes this job seriously.”

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