Page 61 of Hateful Vows
“Show me how good you can be,solnychko.”
The gravel of his voice has the fine hair at my nape rising and I have to press my thighs together to stave off some of the arousal. It does nothing but make me painfully obvious to the two men determined to unravel me.
“Kneel,vipera,” Dante commands and I obey without thought. “Crawl to him.”
The delicate linen of my pencil skirt is restrictive as I get on hands and knees and crawl towards the man that has my heart skipping a beat. His heterochromatic eyes are laser focused on my face and I almost pant with the force of his heady attention. It isn’t the first or even second time we’re together like this but I still feel weak, like my body’s floating on a cloud.
Aleksei parts his thighs when I reach him and I position myself in between, exploring with eager hands. They travel his muscled thighs, the plane of his chest and my impatience grows. I want him naked. I want him naked and mine.
My movements are frantic as I remove the buttons of his shirt. I kiss the scars on his pecs, lick a path down his stomach, under the navel, until I’m pawing at his belt, trousers and boxer briefs. Everything falls around us. Then, Aleksei’s glorious body’s all mine to devour, under the watchful gaze of my devious husband.
“Perfect,” Dante whispers.
Still on my knees, I take my time. Worship can’t be rushed. I caress and kiss, and nip.
Aleksei’s holding himself still, poised like he, too, needs permission before fulfilling his darkest fantasies. I won’t have restraint. I want my violent, unhinged step-brother to enter the ring and ruin me for all others. Save Dante.
His cock throbs against his stomach, hard and ready for my tongue. Locking eyes with him, I lick a path up the underside of his shaft, owning curses and curled fists. Then, I rake my nails on his thighs as I take him deep into my mouth.
His pre-cum hits my tongue like a shot of luxurious alcohol, bolstering me to take more.
“Fuck. You’re doing so good,malyshka.”
The praise has me moaning around his girth.
“Don’t tell her that,” Dante counters. “She’s barely fitting it all into her slutty throat.” Then his scent envelops me,a Pavlovian reflex making my body supple and fully his to command. His voice slithers along the delicate skin under my right ear. “Take. More.”
Pin pricks in my hair are the only warning I get. Dante fists my hair and pushes me onto Aleksei’s cock until I choke. Aleksei’s grunts of pleasure reach my ears, emboldening me to swallow around him and get more of them. He doesn’t disappoint and I’d smile if I could. But I’m full of him and can’t get enough, his thighs muscles flexing under my fingers where I brace as he starts to take from my mouth.
Tears escape at the corners of my eyes and Aleksei uses his thumb to swipe one away, licking his finger as though he could taste my discomfort in the single, salty drop.
When he brings his hand back to my face, his caress is reverent and his eyes are glossy with something more than carnal lust behind his lowered lashes.
“You look so good like this,malyshka.”
I don’t know if it’s the new nickname, reverent compared to the mocking one he usually uses for me, or if he’s only talking about sex anymore, but I can’t focus. Dante’s fingers glide against my swollen clit from behind, above the delicate—and barely there—fabric of my underwear.
He chuckles darkly. My body recognises the sound.
“Such an eager little thing,vipera. So sweet when you want something from me, and so wet with your mouth full of your brother’s cock.”
The words aren’t true but their forbidden quality heightens my arousal. I push my pelvis against the digit harder while trying to make Aleksei come in my mouth. As always, Dante gives me exactly what I want, never one to deny me.
And I guess I can’t beg with my mouth full.
The fabric of my underwear snaps against my legs, the pain sharp and the sound loud when all the noises around us areAleksei’s laboured breaths and lewd sucking. I close my eyes and frown against the pain, and Aleksei soothes me with tender hands. My heart soars at the gesture, our eyes colliding in a clash of unsaid admissions and unshed masks.
His attention diverts to behind my shoulder just before Dante’s cock enters me, agonisingly slow. He gives me just the tip, just enough to crave him, and not to assuage my need. My pussy clamps around what I’ve been given but it’s not enough, and he knows it. I hear the smile on his face when he taunts me.
“You have to be good to be rewarded,cuore mio.”
With tremendous effort, I stop chasing his cock, holding still for him to take what he wants from me—and give me what I crave in return. The illusion of helplessness sends flutters into my belly, but his next words allow me to let go. “Remember to tap his leg if it becomes too much.”
I go slack in between the men I love. The realisation comes crashing down on me. My heart’s too full, my chest too small to contain it all. I’m untethered, thrown in the dark, but Aleksei’s continuous praise and delicate caresses in my cheeks, combined with Dante’s vicious thrusts into me send me straight into my peak.
I let go of Aleksei’s cock and cry out my release, too overcome to control the fresh tears marring my face.
When I come down, pleasure ebbing away softly, my head drops to Aleksei’s thigh. We both ignore his cock. Dante stops moving, still deep inside me. His voice is strained when he asks if I’m okay. His concern is more fuel to the love growing inside me. That I have no clue what to do with. I nod, incapable of words.
