Page 76 of Hateful Vows
I don’t hesitate. Not ever again.
With reverence the moment deserves, I step in between her spread legs. I lick my lips, then take one of Irina’s peaked nipples into my mouth while I pinch the other. She arches against me, letting out a loud sigh.
As she braces herself on her hands behind her back, I take my time to explore every inch of skin, learning the patterns of her desire. For me. She wants me. She’s always wanted me.
I should have killed him sooner.
The thought is a violent intrusion, one that fuels my arousal, making me ravenous for her.
I drop to my knees under her watchful gaze. Irina’s eyes have darkened, the brown irises eclipsed by her blown pupils.
“You’re perfect,” I say.
My devotion is on the tip of my tongue as I glide it up her thighs, pulling the poor excuse of underwear down her legs with my teeth.
“You look so good on your knees for me,Lyosha.”
“That’s where I’ll always be,malyshka. If you let me.”
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of red as she discards her heels and sets her feet on the desk.
“Fuck.”
I grip her thighs to anchor myself, loving the way she gasps and whimpers at the force of my grip. Then, I devour the woman I’ve been obsessed with for years, taking my fill, licking and sucking and never stopping. It doesn’t matter to me how manytimes she comes, her taste on my tongue is my new favourite drug.
“You taste so good,” I say, mindless and dazed. I praise her. Call her mine. The sounds she makes overwhelm me and I grip myself, stroking in tandem with the rhythm of my tongue on her pussy.
“Aleksei, I’m gonna come.”
“If you think that will make me stop, think again.”
I dive back in, renewing my efforts to give her all of me as she releases her hold on her pleasure and comes on my tongue, legs spasming around my ears and fingers raking my skull like she wants to punish me for making her feel so good.
I don’t let her fully come down from her orgasm. Standing on unsteady feet, I lift Irina by the waist and take her to the floor with me.
“Sit on my face.”
“What?”
“Sit on my fucking face. Drown me with your cum. Smother me with your thighs. I don’t fucking care to live if I don’t know what it’s like to have you ride my tongue.”
My movements are brisk and urgent. I hoist her up until her cunt hovers over my face. Then, I pull her down, tongue inside her, moaning against her, gorging on her sweet arousal like that could be my sustenance. And thank God, my fiercely brazen step-sister knows how to take. I’m unsure if she braces herself on the floor behind my head or maybe the desk, but she rides me like she’s been doing it all her adult life in her worst nightmares.
My name is on her tongue again, a divine litany she cries out to the heavens just for me. My cock jerks at the idea of sending the video to Dante. To watch it again with him next to us. My nose rubs against her clit as she continues to move as she wants it, growing frenzied. With the sharp rolls of her hips, Irina’severywhere. She’s the only person I see, hear, smell and taste, my hands on her ass helping her crest toward a new orgasm.
Just like I’ve seen Dante do, delighted to be the one to do it this time, I rim her asshole with my index finger, never pressing in but sending the signal to her body that I could if I wanted to. And she’d take it with as much delight.
“Oh, Aleksei!”
When she comes, she smothers me fully and I’d die like this.
My cock hurts with how hard it is but I don’t care, I lap at Irina’s entrance until she lifts herself off me, straddling my hips. Her mouth replaces her pussy and she tastes herself on my lips with an appreciative hum.
“Are you okay?” she asks, a dopey kind of look in her eyes that must be reflected on my face.
Her silky black hair creates a curtain around us, giving the illusion of a private alcove. With trembling hands, I glide the strands behind her ears, my heart so full I’m scared it might come out of my chest. It beats a wild drum inside my ribcage and if she wanted to, I’d let her rip me open to get the warm organ to her altar. I’d be the first pagan sacrificed at the altar of my new God.
“Never been better,” I whisper, too afraid to spook her and break this moment.
