Page 50 of Hateful Vows
I turn around and ignore the hostess calling out for me, climbing the stairs again two at a time, and stampeding through the black corridor. The music is muted as I advance through the dark space. There are doors on each side of the hallway, and anxiety courses through me as I ponder on which one to open, and what will greet me on the other side.
At the end of the hallway, one door is ajar.
My vision sharpens to the stream of light coming from the space behind it. It glows like a beacon. When I approach, I don’t see inside but I do recognise Irina’s discarded heels.
I step inside.
TWENTY-ONE
ALEKSEI
Even if I had prepared myself for what I’d see beyond the door, nothing would have come close to the reality.
Irina’s naked body lies prone on a cushioned platform in the middle of the room, her arms and legs bound so she’s spread out. Dante’s face is in between her thighs, eating her out to his heart’s content while she mewls and writhes underneath his tongue.
I growl and Dante’s head lifts up. He grins ear to ear. “Close the door, Aleksei. We were just waiting for you.”
Without looking back, I twist the doorknob and lock us in. I don’t even know what colours are the walls or if music is playing. All I know is that they’re both naked but for the golden masks on their pretty faces.
Even in a crowd full of people, I’d have recognised them. The way they move and gravitate towards each other, their scents mingling in the air and mixing with Irina’s tangy arousal, everything calls me to them.
Hidden in this den of sin, why would I refuse them? And myself?
No one will ever know. No one but us.
Irina’s eyes lock on me and her lips part as Dante resumes eating her pussy.
“Make me come,dorogoy,” she rasps.
I don’t think she’s talking to me, but fuck if my cock doesn’t get harder seeing her at his mercy, spread like a feast and demanding to come. She throws her head back as she moans louder and louder until there’s nothing left in the room but the sound of her cries and Dante’s enjoyment.
When she comes back down from her orgasm, she licks her lips, a flash of vulnerability behind the proverbial mask of indifference she’s always shown me.
I’m frozen in place.
I’ve always refused to entertain thoughts of her. She gave me her hate and I took it like the greedy man that I am because I knew this was all I could get, all that I could ever hope to share with her.
Whatever happens next will change what I thought I knew about Irina and I. Maybe about myself. And I can’t stop it, even if I try. The pull is too strong, and I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of refusing to take what I want. I’m tired of hiding behind that hate we created to protect ourselves from the evil in our house.
He’s dead. It’s time for me to live.
Dante stands and I can’t stop myself from dropping my gaze to leisurely take in his powerful body. He’s built like a fucking God, all thick muscles honed for pain. The motto of his family is inked on his chest but the rest of his body is bare. Leaving even more space for me to mark him with my teeth.
He prowls toward me, his thick cock bobbing against his stomach.
Without preamble or warning, he takes my jaw and kisses me, throwing my world upside down. His full lips taste like Irina’s sweet cunt and I melt against him.
He fists my shirt, dragging me closer to him until his entire front is plastered against mine. I wish I were naked. I wish I could feel the heat that radiates from him directly on my skin.My hands land on his side, immediately pawing at his strong muscles, dreaming of making it slick with sweat I can lick off of him.
Our tongues tangle and battle for dominance but there’s no fighting. I don’t push him away, or even pull him close. I’m out of my depth. But he’s right there for me.
“Take off your clothes, pretty boy. You’re not gonna need them when you fuck my wife.”
“Fuck.”
Dante chuckles. “You like the sound of that?”
“Yes.”
