Page 45 of Hateful Vows
“Tell me you’re mine, Irina,” he says but it’s almost a question, almost a plea.
I shake my head and clamp my lips shut. It’s too soon. It’s too much.
His thick fingers, which I imagine are covered in blood, wrap around my throat. He squeezes enough to make me dizzy with lust but not enough to cut air. His eyes beg me to obey him, but Ican’t. This time, I can’t. I’ll be on my knees as much as he wants, but I can’t give him that.
“Dammit,vipera. Let me in.”
“No.” I shake my head again.
Relenting, he gives me a curt nod and thrusts inside me again, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars. Our moans create the perfect, filthy music. I could get addicted so easily. I think I already am. Dante’s the sweetest liquor, the one you don’t realise you’ve drunk a full bottle of until it’s too late and you’re not yourself anymore.
Because that’s the only explanation for the emotions swirling inside my chest even as my husband’s cock stretches me in the most primal way. I’m not myself. And if I let him in, I’ll lose who I am forever. He can never have that.
“Stay with me,” Dante growls in my ear then thumbs my clit as his thrusts become sharper.
“Oh fuck, yes. I’m here.”
“Open your mouth,” he commands and this time, I obey. He spits into my mouth before grinning down at me. “You’re in bed with the devil,vipera. And I’ll never let you forget it. Now, be the good whore I know you can be, and come for me.”
His thumb presses down almost painfully, his circles tighter and tighter until he reaches down and inserts the digit inside me alongside his cock. I float. Then release like I’ve never been before.
My body convulses and I gush around his girth. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, squirting all over me. God, Irina.” With my name on his lips and my juices all over his bed, Dante comes with a roar.
The orgasm shatters me.
I’m numb, barely present within myself as he stands, before picking me up and showering our bodies. I cling to him, eyesdrooping. My breaths come back to normal but my heart patters inside my ribcage for a while.
“Drink,sposa mia.”
Fresh water is poured on my lips and I swallow greedily though it tastes a little sour. Dante sits me down on the bed, then disappears behind me. I don’t protest or ask what is going on, sleep tugging at the edges of my consciousness. But I don’t want to sleep. The care he’s providing isn’t making me feel so raw in this state. I can enjoy it. And I want this to last. The brush he must be holding glides on my scalp and along the long strands of my hair a couple of times.
“This is nice.”
I don’t know if I said that out loud.
“Lie down,cuore mio. I’ve got you.”
The pillow and bed swallow my frame and envelop me in warmth. It smells like him and I sigh contentedly. A warmer, harder surface meets my back.
Turned to the side, I let myself smile fully as Dante hugs me to his chest, a possessive hand on my hip.
Sleep claims me before I can hear what he says last to me.
NINETEEN
DANTE
“I’m yours,” I whisper into Irina’s ear but I’m ninety-nine percent sure she’s already asleep.
It’s fine. She’ll come to the same conclusion soon enough and what I’m about to do will only cement what her subconscious already knows.
I inhale her warm scent, holding her limp body to me. Even if she hadn’t ingested the drug, the orgasms would have left her exhausted. God knows I’m barely holding my own weight.
Removing the ring from my wife’s finger, I place it on the nightstand and prepare what I need. I’m no artist by any means, but I’ve learnt the basics.
The gun comes to life and so does the design, little by little. In thirty minutes, it’s done. Not my best work but it will do. I cover the fresh ink on Irina’s finger and place the ring on her other hand. I don’t want chafing to remove the traces of my ownership.
My cock stirs at the sight before something darker, hungrier takes hold in my chest. I do my own hand next.
