Page 30 of Bloody Vows
I want to come so fucking badly, and I refuse to let him have it.
Tristan lets go of my wrists, dropping onto his elbows above me and breathing hard as I feel his cock twitch inside of me. When he draws out, slowly, I can feel how sore I’m going to be tomorrow, how raw I am from his merciless fucking.
He rolls to one side, still breathing hard, his suit trousers around his hips. He’s unbearably hot, I can’t help but think as I turn my head to look at him—his copper hair sweaty and tousled,his muscles on full, glistening display, his half-hard cock resting thickly against his abdomen, and the hint of muscled thighs visible above his open trousers. He looks undone, like he couldn’t get his cock inside of me fast enough, and if I didn’t hate him so much, he’d be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
He still is, I think, and I hate myself for that, too.
Tristan looks over at me, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. “That was fucking incredible,banphrionsa,” he murmurs. “Was it for you… oh, that’s right.” He rolls onto his side, reaching out to trail a finger across my hipbone. “I gave you every opportunity to come, and you refused. Now you’ll go to sleep frustrated.”
“I can take care of myself,” I snap, and his eyes darken.
“If I catch you touching this pretty pussy without my permission,célie, you’ll be punished for it.”
“Another thing you’ll punish me for?” I smile sweetly at him. “Maybe you should make a list. I can’t keep track of it all.”
“I mean it.” His voice drops to a growl, and his hand slides between my thighs, cupping me possessively there. “As long as you refuse to come for me, Simone, you won’t come at all. And if I catch you touching yourself without permission, you’ll regret it.”
His middle finger slides between my folds as he cups me, pushing into my slick entrance, and it’s all I can do not to suck in a breath at the intrusion. He’s torturing me, and he knows it, the heel of his hand resting lightly against my swollen clit, his middle finger gently thrusting as he looks at me. “When you come again, wife, it will be for me. Fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t care. But you won’t come unless I say so.”
“Fuck you,” I whisper, and he chuckles.
“That’s the idea.” He pulls his hand away, leaning in to drop a kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to go shower. Feel free to join me, but I warn you, you’ll end up with my cock inside you again if you do.”
That’s as good a reason as any, I think, not to follow him. I lay there, feeling the warmth of his cum on my inner thighs, and watch him get up, walking in all his naked glory to the ensuite bathroom.
No one so infuriating should be allowed to be so gorgeous. I force myself to tear my eyes away from him as he walks into the bathroom, jaw clenched as I think about his ultimatum.
There aren’t cameras all over the estate. There certainly isn’t one in our bedroom. I can touch myself if I want, when he’s not home… but something about the way he said it makes me feel a spark of anxiety.
How would he know? I have a feeling that if I test him, I’m going to find out.
9
TRISTAN
Standing in the bathroom of my new home, looking at my new wife’s virgin blood streaking my cock, I’m both horribly aroused and guilty all at once.
Just this evening, my father’s command to consummate the marriage—whether I liked it or not—made me feel like putting a fist through his face. And yet, I went through with it, even after Simone begged me to put it off. And… it felt good, taking her. Making her mine. Makingallof this mine, indisputably.
Everything that once belonged to the Russos now belongs to me… including her.
Andfuck, did she feel good.
I’d fully intended to make her come before I fucked her. I might enjoy fighting with her, and I might like her fire, but I didn’t want to hurt her. She was the first virgin I’ve ever fucked—hell, the first woman I’ve ever fucked without a condom—but I had some idea of what would make it easier for her. An orgasm would have gone a long way.
But she’s the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met, by a long shot.
I turn on the shower and let the water heat up, my own emotions in a tangle. Taking her virginity turned me on more than I thought it would. I felt powerful. Primal. The orgasm I had with her was better than anything I’ve ever felt before. Knowing I was the first man to touch her, the first cock inside of her, theonlyone she’ll ever have…
I feel myself twitch, already getting hard again just at the thought. It’ll take a long time before I’m tired of her, I think, before I’ve fucked her out of my system. And though I know I should leave it at tonight, which was enough to make it legal—I need an heir, don’t I?
It’s an excuse, I know, but right now I’ll take any excuse to get inside of her again.
And she enjoyed it. She can lie all she wants, but I saw how hard she fought not to come. I felt how fucking wet she was, slick and swollen and desperate for me. If she’d let me, I could have given her the best fucking night of her life.
Instead, she ruined it for herself.That’s not my fault,I tell myself as I get under the hot spray, reluctant to shower her off of me. And I have every intention of making her come for me before the month is out, just like I promised. Maybe even before the week is done.
I can’t wait to fuck her again. I’m hard by the time I get out of the shower, aching for her, and I dry off quickly, lazily playing with my cock as I head back into the bedroom. If she’s not asleep, I’ll fuck her again, and if she is…
