Page 69 of Hateful Vows
I don’t give him time to worry, to doubt that I want him just as much, and that his help and presence make me feel more centred. I cup the back of his head as I kiss him hard. He’s stunned but gives into me, his large hands wrapping around my back and nape, holding me to him like I would ever let go.
This might have started with the desire to own both of them, to have the upper hand, and yes, also to blackmail them. But it has devolved into something more. Something I don’t have a name for and don’t want to put a label on. Aleksei’s devotion to Irina is something I relate to, something that makes him so much more attractive. The mysterious aura he wears like an armour has her name all over it and my need to protect her, my duty to her as my wife just gives me a kinship to him I’ve never experienced with anyone else.
Our lips match each other’s rhythm. He isn’t trying to dominate me but lets me own his mouth, and discover the contour of his face. I break the kiss, both of us breathing a little harder. He flinches when I lift my hand to touch his face, but he doesn’t stop me. I glide my hand over his scars, tracing the one on the corner of his mouth with my thumb before returning to his pink lower lip. My finger tips graze the large one on his eyebrow. Slow enough that he could stop me, I kiss it. Then kiss the corner of his mouth. Then go lower still to suck on his pulse at his throat.
He gasps. And fuck if that sound doesn’t go straight to my dick.
We don’t talk but we don’t need to.
Where Irina loves to fight, Aleksei is all quiet obedience. He lets me remove his shirt, goosebumps in the wake of my fingers. I’m not prepared for the raised skin on the grove of his back.Shame is written all across his expression, his mismatched eyes watching me like a hawk. What does he think he will see there? Disgust? My heart clenches painfully at the raised scars on his strong body, telling the story of his pain.
I keep going, dragging my short nails across the hundreds of scars, making him hiss. I smile as I suck on his neck, feral with the idea of marking him just like I did her.
When I start to unbuckle his belt, his hands stop mine.
“Dante, wait.”
I can give him patience. There’s nothing frenzied in what I want with Aleksei. Of course he is as gorgeous as he is dangerous and I want to fuck him, but that’s not what this is about. There’s an intimacy between us that even Irina and I don’t share. Our common goal, our common love brings us closer.
“I’ve never done this before.” He gulps.
“But you want to, don’t you, pretty boy?”
“Yes. I just… I don’t know what to do.”
“Let me show you,” I tell him as I continue removing all his clothing with agonising slowness.
“What about Irina?”
It’s a valid question but one he doesn’t need to worry about.
“She’ll be sad she missed out.” I smile. “The three of us make our own rules,Lyosha. She owns me and I own her. You may not realise it yet but you do, too. And now, I’m about to own you.”
I kiss him again, more ravenous now. I devour him as I remove his trousers and glide his boxers down his strong legs, peppered with scars as well. I try not to let it consume me with rage. Otherwise I’m gonna unearth the bastard and desecrate his fucking corpse. And I have better things to do with my hands.
I almost rip my own clothes until we’re both naked. Yet, he isn’t close enough. I pull him into my body, his hard muscles fitting perfectly against me.
Dropping to my knees, I lick a path from Aleksei’s abs to the V of his hips until I stare at his perfect cock. He’s smaller than me but I couldn’t care less, the upward shape is what my wet dreams are made of. “We’re gonna fit into Irina’s sweet cunt so fucking well together, pretty boy.”
“Fuck.”
Instead of giving in to the image I just painted, I lick the underside of his erection all the way until I can take the head inside my mouth and suck, using my hands to give him the friction he must crave.
“Oh God,” he rasps, voice heavy with need.
“No God here,Lyosha. Just the Devil you sold yourself and your sister to.”
I take more of him into my mouth, relishing the salty taste of his precum on my tongue. When I look up at him, his eyes are set on me, lips parted with the same awe he watched Irina with just a few days ago. I now know how she must have felt. I’m a fucking king on a throne with his full attention on me. His eyes hold nothing but lust and dark desire, nothing like the cool, collected calm he projects to the world. The same one he tried to fool me with.
“I’m not going to last,” he whines.
I let him go and stand again.
“Get on the sofa. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” he asks, alert and anxious.
“To get lube,Lyosha.I’m fucking that tight ass, and you’re gonna need all the help you can get.”
