Page 41 of Hateful Vows
“Such a good little slut for your husband,cuore mio,” he croones and I moan.
My gaze darts to Aleksei who frowns before his eyes widen comically at the sound I make. Dante notices his confusion anddoubles down on proving to my protective step-brother how much I like it when he degrades me. It should be humiliating, but my pussy clenches around nothing, and fire ignites inside me.
“You’re gonna be a good whore and come on my hand, aren’t you,vipera? Make a good show for your darling brother?”
“Yes.” I swallow hard against my parched throat, and lick my lips.
He doesn’t make me wait, sliding the fabric to the side and thrusting into me with two fingers while pinching one of my nipples through my dress. My head falls back against the walls, the keening sound escaping me loud in the dark night air.
A hand clasps against my mouth and I snap my head back. My eyes collide with Aleksei’s. The color on both irises is gone, replaced with dangerous lust. Other than that, he’s as cold and controlled as ever and that makes me wetter. I buck my hips against Dante’s hand and he groans against the soft skin of my neck before biting down.
“Such a pretty whore, taking my fingers like she’s desperate for it.”
Dante adds another finger while grinding the palm of his hand on my clit, and my eyes roll back. Aleksei’s scent mixes with my husband’s into a heady cocktail, sending me careening into pleasure at the highest speed.
“Fuck, that’s it. Come for me. Come for us.”
I let go and fall, pleasure overtaking my body and sending me into another dimension where the world around us disappears and only Dante and Aleksei remain. My eyes lock on his when I come, letting go of fear, years of hatred and disdain for one stolen moment.
His hand lifts. I pant and wince slightly when Dante removes his fingers from inside me.
With a wicked smile, my husband offers his glistening fingers to Aleksei’s mouth. I watch in awe as the man I always failed to consider my brother but couldn’t dream of calling my lover part his lips and lick my essence from our enemy’s fingers.
A soft groan escapes his chest. A sound I would gladly listen to for the rest of my life. Dante withdraws his fingers and licks them clean once more.
My breath hitches and my stomach flutters with anticipation.
But the moment has passed and Aleksei straightens, then turns and disappears down the hotel corridors.
SEVENTEEN
DANTE
Irina’s shoulders droop at Aleksei’s departure.
This moment between us wasn’t planned but it was the perfect way to test the theory that’s been blooming in my mind. They want each other. They want each other so much it hurts and they take it out on the other. No one hates someone that much unless they have strong feelings for them.
And Irina and Aleksei? I bet they’ve been yearning in secret for years.
The pure desire in Aleksei’s eyes was too raw to be faked. And if he really hated his sister—or step-sister—he would have at least turned around. His shoulders bunched in, not with disgust, but restraint. And I want to unravel it thread by thread.
I tell myself that having them both will also ensure Aleksei never touches Lucie, like I assured her. But I’m just a selfish asshole.
“Come on,cuore mio, let’s get out of here,” I take Irina’s hand and thread my fingers through hers. My heart somersaults when she doesn’t refuse me or pull away.
We enter one of the elevators as our bodyguards take the other. The closed space with nowhere to flee and hide allows me to be bold. Standing behind her, I place a hand on her hip,bringing her body flush against mine. My cock presses against the small of her back and she draws in a sharp breath. I glide the back of my fingers against her arm, goosebumps following the trail.
“You look tense,vipera. Do you need to come again?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She makes to turn but I seize her jaw, keeping her gaze in front of us, where our reflections stare back at us in the gilded mirrored doors.
“Keep looking at how well I know you,” I bite back, before I press the emergency button and the car comes to a halt.
I slide the spaghetti strap on her dress down to reveal her breast. The tight nipple looks almost painful, ready for my touch. I circle it and Irina sags against my chest, bringing a smile of victory to my face. I pepper her neck with soft kisses and suck at her pulse point. Her heart beats a drum against my tongue and I groan against her skin.
My wife fights in every single waking moment of her day. Seeing her abandon is a gift she doesn’t even realise she’s bestowing upon me.
