Page 62 of Hateful Vows
“Come here,” Aleksei asks. Dante withdraws and I climb to straddle Aleksei. The proximity is intimate. Raw.
I trace the scars on his mouth and brow with the tip of my fingers. I kiss each one as a silent apology. He got them for me.I might not know the details but he protected me and paid the price. I can never repay him. But I’m willing to try.
Driven to each other like metal and magnet, our mouths fuse together in a languid kiss. It’s unhurried, gentle, almost tentative. Everything we’re not. Our chests press together like our hearts can meld into one, beating in sync. Eyes closed and arms linked around his neck, I take my time to explore what I’ve been denied for so long. His lips are soft and thin, his tongue warm and greedy.
When we part, out of breath, I notice Dante is observing us with a content smile, seated right next to us, naked. For once, I’m the one partially clothed. There is no jealousy or traces of scorn on his bronze angular face. Just pure serenity, like the simple pleasure of seeing us kiss is enough to make him happy.
Shedding the last remnants of my armour, I undo my pale blue blouse and unclasp my bra. They fall at our feet like tatters of what I tried to hide. The skirt goes next and I lift myself to remove it before settling once again on Aleksei’s lap.
Dante kisses me, one of his hands snaking at the back of my neck as if he’s afraid I’ll run now. It’s too late for that. He nips at my bottom lip and I whimper, the promise of pleasure written between us in discarded clothes, pre-cum and sweat. Then, his lips land on Aleksei’s, who accepts them greedily, like he needs Dante more than his next breath.
They look so good together. Aleksei shows none of the restraint he shows me, battling with his tongue, grunting his pleasure. He grows harder underneath me and I lift just enough to take him inside me while he kisses my husband.
Dante stands and walks out of view, shuffling to get something inside his desk drawers.
“Irina.” Aleksei moans my name like it’s a curse.
Our foreheads touch as I roll my hips. I don’t chase pleasure, I savour it. I try to convey—the only way I know how—how muchI love him, how much I’ve been his since the first moment I laid eyes on him.
We both pant by the time Dante is back behind me. I hear a click, then his lubed fingers probe at my puckered hole, gentle and soothing.
“How do you have lube in this room?” I ask, breathless.
“I like to be prepared,cuore mio. And I promised you I’d make this ass mine. Now relax for me,amore.”
The nickname goes over my head. I’m too taken by Dante’s skilled fingers as he inserts one digit, then two, and makes me shake with arousal. I’ve always loved anal, but the perspective of taking both men at the same time has me gasping for air, nerve endings taut and ready to fire with one word.
“If you keep gripping my cock like that with that needy pussy, this will be over before it even begins,” Aleksei complains with gritted teeth and I giggle before relaxing my muscles.
“That’s my girl,” Dante coos and I flush with delighted embarrassment.
He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, pressing a gentle hand to my back so I’m flushed against Aleksei. The fearsome head of the Bratva threads his fingers through my hair and pets my head, kissing my temple with words I longed to hear for so long.
‘You’re perfect, ‘you’re doing so well,’‘just a little more’become the soundtrack of our filthy dance.
“You can take it,cuore mio.”
With praise in my system, Dante bottoms out inside me. My clit presses against Aleksei’s pelvis deliciously. I’m so full one single thrust will send me into orgasm. Dante’s lips suck at my pulse point, his hands bracing on either side of us. We’re all holding on, holding out.
Until Dante fucks us.
The first thrust is shallow and we both moan wantonly. Every one that follows has us gasping for air. His rhythm is steady and hard. Perfect.
“God, I can feel you inside her, pretty boy,” he says, voice full of awe. “Next time, you’ll take both of us inside that pretty pussy,cuore mio. I want to fuck you both like I own you.”
“You already do,” I tell him.
It unleashes him.
Our moans mingle in the air. All I can do is brace and let the heated telltale of pleasure build inside my core until it grows, expands. And snaps.
When I come, my body convulses, pussy spasming around the cocks fitted snugly inside my body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come,” Aleksei shouts before he releases a groan I devour with my mouth. I kiss him hard, lapping all the sounds he makes as he releases inside me, sending Dante into orgasm as well.
They fill me up full, raw and unrestrained. Their savage pleasure feeds mine until we all pant in a mess of cum and sweat.
When we’re showered and dressed again, fed by Dante’s culinary talent, my husband kisses my brow. “Thank you.”
