Page 44 of Hateful Vows
“I’d never dare.”
The walk to his bedroom is a blur, but when we enter, the levity disappears. The air between us is charged with change and holds more weight than any moment we’ve ever shared during our short married life until this moment. Dante deposits me in the middle of the room before switching a light on. The door remains ajar.
He’s larger than life. A man secure in who he is. A housename. A don. A powerful businessman and a dangerous killer. His ambitions and foresight, despite or maybe thanks to his jovial nature, are things I admire about him. It helps that he looks like an ancient Roman God, all sculpted muscles andarrogant nose. That golden cross with the red gems he never removes around his neck calls to me.
When he prowls towards me, I let myself admire him. I never did until now. I averted my eyes, knowing if I did, I’d be Icarus with the sun. After that much time in the dry cold of the Dobrev household, his warmth is something I crave. It’s no wonder I’m melting at his feet. Especially when he looks at me like I’m the one he bows to.
Dante surprises me by kneeling, taking one of my feet and placing it on his knee to remove my heels. A king at the feet of his queen where he belongs. I might be the one choking on his cock, obeying his orders and coming with his sweet degradation in my ears. But I’m the one in control. His slow measured movements are his way of showing me that I decide where we take this.
If I thought he would move fast like he did when we fucked on his desk, I was wrong. Dante knows exactly how much being here means. To me. To us. This isn’t a quick fuck to let go of some steam and frustration. This is a deliberate choice. It’s acceptance.
I swallow hard and step over the edge.
“Why don’t you close the door, Dante?”
He stands and frames my face, kissing my brow with a chaste kiss. It threatens to tear me apart, but the anticipation of what comes next bubbles inside me faster.
The loud sound of the lock engaging echoes between us. When my husband turns to face me, it’s a different man that seems to consume me with his eyes. The predator enters the arena and I’m all too happy to play the willing prey.
“On your knees.”
The words whip me into obedience and I drop down. The wooden floor is cold, anchoring me to the present moment. Dante unbuttons his shirt with agonising slowness and my mouth dries up at the pure masculine satisfaction that passes onhis handsome face. He got me where he wants me and won’t let me up until he’s got what I have to give. I’m his to use. And I will let him.
My mind empties from fear, real and imagined, from the anxiety of being taken advantage of, from the worries for my life and that of Aleksei. Nothing but the man in front of me and my willing, needy body matter.
“So fucking obedient when you want,vipera. It’s magnificent. You’re magnificent."
The praise slides across my skin like the most luxurious oil. My eyes flutter and my nipples pebble under the thick jacket. I start to remove it but Dante tsks.
“No. Seeing you on your knees for me, just in my clothes, wearing my ring…” He groans. “Fuck, it’s doing things to me, Irina.”
I part the lapels just enough to reveal my tits and the seductive chuckle of the man who seems to want me more than his next breath sends a shiver down my spine. I clasp my hands to my thighs and smile softly, a little loopy. It’s a feeling I never want to get out of.
“Stick out your tongue, Irina. You’re gonna be covered in my cum before I’m through with you tonight.”
I moan and nod absent-mindedly. It sounds exactly like what I need. Marked until my brain can’t tell me how worthless I am. The sole focus of his attention. The only one on his mind.
“Look at you, always so desperate,” he grunts then taps his thick cock onto my waiting tongue.
I watch, riveted, as he pulls on his cock over and over, thrusting into a tight fist with his eyes locked on my mouth. My breath picks up with the rhythm of his hand. We’re both desperate for his release. I sigh when his warm cum lands on my tongue, lips and chin, dripping to my chest. I’m licking the tip like a kitten who needs more, not wasting any drop.
Dante pants then kneels in front of me and kisses me with renewed fervour. His taste mingles between us but he doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m covered in him when he removes the jacket and fuses our bodies together.
I hold onto his shoulders, trying to get closer, deeper. My hands muss his hair as much as his pull at the roots of mine before reaching anywhere he can, like he can’t get enough.
“I need you,” I say in between rough kisses.
Dante lifts us up, my legs circling his hips. We fall onto the bed with aumphand I don’t care. Anyone else, I’d have put a bullet in between their eyes but let him bruise me, let him consume me.
Dante steps back for a moment, discarding his pants. Then he’s back where he needs to, in between my thighs, thrusting into me in one vicious movement that has me screaming his name.
“Is that what you need, Irina? You need your husband to fuck that tight, greedy cunt?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, I need it. I need you.”
The words come out unbidden and there’s no stopping them now.
Dante stops abruptly and I lock eyes with him. The whiskey color has almost turned to a mesmerising obsidian. I whine and try to search for friction, but his weight presses me down on the mattress with no escape.
