Page 69 of Vows in Sin
Seraphina
Reign’s watchful eye is never far from me. Now, he’s across the floor in two steps. Before he can reach me, I turn Dame down politely.
“Your call.” Dame gives me a high five and walks away.
Reign brushes past me, his voice low and sharp. “Meet me on the balcony.” His heat and scent linger as he goes
I take my time. Go to the restroom. Freshen up. I love his possessiveness, long for his protection, but he needs to know he’s got nothing to be jealous about. I find him under the moonlight, the sound of the string quartet drifting out onto the balcony.
My shoes are pinching. I slip them off, letting them dangle from their strap as I carry them outside with me.
He’s standing on the balcony, looking incredibly handsome with his trimmed beard and suit jacket. “I was starting to think you lost your way.”
I shrug. “You shouldn’t have glared at Dame like you were about to commit murder.”
“He asked you to dance.”
I step closer to him. “I said no.”
“Still. It made my blood boil.” He grabs me, bringing me to him. His heat and muscle envelope me as he says, “I’m going to make you forget you ever wanted any other man.”
The words hit like a match to dry timber. I suck in a breath. I want to speak, to tell him he already has, but the words stick in my throat. I’m afraid of what it means.
But he waits. Eyes burning. Jaw clenched.
And I can’t pretend.
Not here. Not now.
“I already have,” I whisper, voice trembling.
Something shifts in him. Like I’ve opened a door he’s been pounding on for years. He moves fast—slides off the bench, pulls me down onto my knees between his legs with quiet, brutal certainty. The night air is cool on my skin, but inside I’m molten. My knees rest on the concrete as I wait with obedience.
He undoes his belt and pulls out his cock. Just like I did the last time we were on this bench. Only this time, he wraps a firm hand around its base. His eyes are danger, hunger, and command.
His voice is a roll of thunder. “Then fucking show me.”
There’s no hesitation.
I take his cock into my mouth, not to prove anything, but because Ineedthis. Need him. My lips stretch wide, my jaw aching, and still, it isn’t enough. I want him deeper. I want to taste him, devour him, worship him the way I never let myself before.
There’s no teasing tonight. No games.
Only surrender.
I move on him somehow, already knowing what he likes, how he wants it. Every flick of my tongue, every swallow of my throat, is muscle memory from thoughts of him. He moans—deep and choked. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me like he owns me.
“That’s it,” he growls, voice ragged. “That’s my good girl. My pretty doll.”
I moan with him still buried in my mouth. The vibration makes him rock his hips toward me, gagging me with him.
I feel the lake watching. My lips stretched wide and slick. Observing the way I give Reign my mouth like it was made for his pleasure.
“Say it,” he hisses. Hands on my shoulders, he pulls me from him. “Say who you belong to.”
My chest heaves. My eyes burn. “You,” I breathe, “I belong to you.”
He tears his suit jacket off, laying it over the balcony floor.
