Page 53 of Hateful Vows
Aleksei bites his lip. I don’t want him to bleed. I want him to let go. Slowly, I lift my other hand to his mouth. My thumb pulls his lip out of his mouth. My jaw slackens in awe as he lets me insert the digit inside. His eyes burn with liquid lust, the green more lush, the brown blazing.
“Suck.”
His surrender is as sweet as Irina’s and he closes his eyes, sucking my finger. I want this man to be so thoroughly mine he thinks of nothing else but my wife and I.
I remove my fingers from his mouth and Irina’s cunt. Straightening up, I take hold of Irina’s throat, feeling myself inside the tight muscles. It’s exquisite.
“Be a good boy and lick my cum off my wife’s tits while you fuck her,” I command.
Aleksei fuckingwhimpers, threatening to make me come with his desperate sounds.
Like a man starved, he bends over Irina, lapping at her perfect nipples and swallowing me greedily.
Pride, satisfaction and so much lust surge through me as he comes inside my wife and she gives back tenfold, moaning around me and sending me into another orgasm. It almost hurts with how good it feels; my whole body tingles with my release. It goes on for so long.
And I watch. Mesmerised. Changed.
I’ll never fucking let either of them go.
I pull out and immediately move to Irina’s head, using the lever underneath it to put the head piece back levelled with her body so she can relax her neck.
“Tell me how you’re feeling,cuore mio?” I ask as I unlock her arms while Aleksei withdraws and releases her legs.
“I’m dizzy.”
“Lyosha, get three bottles of mineral water from the mini fridge. It’s on the other side of the room, in that black cupboard. And the chocolate bars, too.”
He staggers on unstable legs but I focus on my wife. I gather Irina in my arms and she grunts with both pain and displeasure.
“I don’t need a cuddle.”
“It’s not just a cuddle,vipera. It’s aftercare. We put your body through a lot. Your head was upside down for a while. I’m taking care of you and I don’t want to hear your venom, for once,” I say sternly.
I know my affections make her uncomfortable, but I don’t give a shit. She’s used to not being a priority. That’s not how it’s gonna be with me. She’ll always come first. Figurativelyandliterally.
I sit down on the love seat with her in my arms. It’s uncomfortable as fuck and now that we’re all back to our senses, the place feels wrong. It’s a beautiful room that screams luxurybut it’s not home. And I need to take care of both of them in a place that feels safe.
“Stop squirming,” I tell Irina before taking the water Aleksei is handing, and holding it to her lips. She drinks it but not without levelling me with a glare that probably makes some people cower in fear. Good, she’s back. Can’t wait for her to bust my balls some more, it’s my favourite thing about her. “Lyosha, sit down.”
Aleksei sits next to me, his frown and cold expression back in place.No can’t do.
I place a heavy hand on his thigh, hoping to communicate that while Irina is my priority, he’s not far behind. We all sip our water and eat the chocolate in silence. I wish there was something clever or mean I could say to make them come out of the shell they’ve both decided to retreat into. But I’m also feeling raw and I need a shower. I need my place.
I need this night to never end.
“Let’s get to the penthouse.”
“I should go home,” Aleksei says.
“You’re not going anywhere, pretty boy. Let me cook you both dinner and we can come back to hating each other tomorrow.”
“It’s two am,” Irina comments.
“You both are a fucking pain in my ass,” I mutter. “We’re gonna go to the penthouse, I’m gonna cook for you and then I’ll fuck you both again before sunrise. Then, we can decide what we do next, okay?”
The look they exchange speaks of their years of living in the same home, yet it’s shy and they both nod and avert their eyes.
One battle down, so many more to go.
