Page 56 of Hateful Vows
I glide my hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs, then let my middle finger dip into my pussy. Aleksei’s nostrils flare but he holds himself back still.
Dante chuckles in my ears. “Such a wanton slut,vipera. Show him again how good you can take it. It seems he has forgotten already.”
His lips trail on the side of my neck and where it meets my shoulders, sending a delicious shiver of need through me. I tilt my head for more, and insert two fingers inside. In and out, I pump my fingers slowly until we can all hear the sounds of my wetness. It’s lewd, forbidden and so fucking hot I almost come. But Dante has other plans. He seizes my wrist and stops the motion.
“The only way you’re coming,cuore mio, is on your husband’s cock.”
He makes quick work of his zipper and doesn’t give me any warning before he thrusts inside me from below in one go, taking all the air out of my lungs with him.
“So fucking perfect,vipera. Does it make you wet to be used like my whore in front of the man you want?” Dante asks through gritted teeth and I know the degradation makes him just as hard as it makes me wet.
“Fuck yes,” I answer on a chocked laugh when he thrusts inside me again, going impossibly deep.
I play with my clit as Dante uses my body as he sees fit, pawing at my tits, bruising my thighs and fucking me harder than he ever has.
“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me,” Aleksei exclaims before he drops to his knees in front of me and swats my hand away. His lips latch onto my clit and I moan.
The view is dirty. And the most consuming thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Aleksei’s mouth is on me but it’s also on Dante. There’s no way for him to lick me unless he goes for the underside of Dante’s cock as well. And that threatens to have me coming right here and there. I clench around Dante’s cock and he groans behind me, but I don’t care.
I’m consumed by Aleksei’s sloppy kiss, the way his tongue moves from my clit to where Dante and I are joined.
“Fuck. I can feel you, pretty boy. Do it again.”
He doesn’t say please but he doesn’t have to. His voice is pleading, like he’s gonna die if Aleksei’s mouth is not back on us. And my step-brother obeys. The man who’s always hated being told what to do, who dreamt of setting himself free does what Dante commands, his eyes ravenous and his cold demeanour evaporated.
With a pinch of my nipples and the vision underneath me, I come in hard waves of pleasure that put all the orgasms I’ve ever had with anyone else to shame. My body doesn’t belong to me anymore as both Aleksei and Dante keep riding me through my climax. Thrusting, pinching, licking. I lose myself into it until I can’t breathe.
“Stop, stop. I’m too sensitive,” I tell them.
I brace myself on Dante’s still covered thighs. Panting, it takes me a minute to return to my normal heartbeat.
“You were perfect,” Aleksei says, then he stands and kisses my forehead. My heart squeezes but I already got more than I thought I ever would. Naked while they are both dressed to perfection, I got what I wanted. They used me and now it is time to discard me.
“If you think we’re done, you’re mistaken,Lyosha. Get back on your knees.”
Dante’s deep baritone cuts through the haze of hurt. His words are piercing, and his stony expression demands obedience. Aleksei glances behind his shoulder. He drops back down exactly where he was, a muscle in his jaw ticking like it cost him, but leaving would be worse.
“Good boy.”
“Cuore mio,” he whispers against the skin of my nape. He’s called mehis heartevery time we’ve had sex and I would be lying if it didn’t bring me a tad of satisfaction. Maybe even joy, but I’m unsure how that feels. “Why don’t you clean me up? Show your darlingLyoshahow it’s done.”
Anticipation has me lifting my eyes to meet his. He nods imperceptibly like he knows this is the moment that will make or break us. I realise Dante made a vow to me. To give me everything I’ve ever wanted. I thought he was talking about materialistic things. But the truth is on his knees and I’m about to join him. Maybe I wasn’t able to have what I wanted by myself but with my husband at my side, it’s within reach.
I drop to my knees next to Aleksei. And don’t take time to question myself or my sanity.
I take Dante’s cock inside my mouth, my own taste on my tongue, Aleksei's heavy eyes on me. My husband is hard in my mouth, the sound of my gagging spurring me on. I come up for air and take what I want for once.
I seize my step-brother’s jaw and slant my lips on his, giving him another taste of me right from my mouth. He groans into me and threads his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place.
Aleksei doesn’t kiss. He plunders. He holds me captive and all I can do is wait for the storm to pass. Though I don’t want it to pass. I want it to rage.
I palm his erection through the business slacks he’s still wearing. The fabric is offending at this point. When he fucked me earlier at the club, I was too overwhelmed, I didn’t look enough. And I couldn’t touch him.
“Irina,” he breathes inside my mouth when I glide my hand inside his boxer briefs to hold his cock. The strain of his voice undoes me.
He is thick and heavy and so smooth, and I want it in my mouth but I also want my husband. I look up at Dante for direction, ready to be a puppet again.
