Page 36 of Vow to Corrupt You
His grip around my hand tightens, adjusting the pressure and rhythm that brings him the most pleasure.
“Just like that, baby.” A deep, low grunt drawls down his throat, unraveling me completely.
I follow his lead, my movements growing bolder and more confident with each movement. His breath becomes heavy and ragged, and his free hand clenches into a fist on the glass wall behind me.
“Fuck.” His hand releases mine, leaving me in charge, and he weaves his fingers into my wet hair.
Pure satisfaction rushes through me as I take control, speeding up the pace, alternatively slowing it, teasing the tip of his cock, my palm coating with his pre-cum.
I didn’t think I would enjoy this type of intimacy so much. Pleasuring a man. Pleasuring him. But seeing what my touch does to him, how powerful it makes me feel, is so damn satisfying.
Another deep growl fills my ears as my hand squeezes harder around his shaft, stroking faster and more forcefully. “Keep. Going.” He says through gritted teeth. His hand in my hair clenches, and he nibbles his lower lip, holding back another groan I was craving to hear. The heat pools between my thighs as he climaxes, and a hot stream of cum shoots onto my belly; immediately washed away by the running water.
He places the knuckle of his middle finger underneath my jaw, forcing our gazes to lock.
One of his hands makes its way to my core, now slick with arousal, “You’re so wet, wicked one. I’m not sure which one of us enjoyed it more,” he teases.
I clear my throat, trying to suppress a moan desperately wanting to escape my lips. “The war with the Castros,” I mumble, recalling the reason I came to see him in the first place. Before I got distracted by the sin-worthy beauty of this man. “You can’t… You should stop it. I don’t want people to die because of me…”
His eyes flicker between mine as he runs his knuckle along my jaw. “You’re my wife, Serena. My. Wife. And no one will call you names. Let alone a pathetic wretch like him. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. You’re worth more than his entire bloodline, or any other insignificant human walking this earth, for that matter. Remember that.”
I swallow. Hard. No one has ever said anything like this to me before. And those aren’t just empty words. He proved it with his actions he’s made without hesitation.
Is that why his touch now erases any negative feelings I had for him, replacing them instead with a want I’ve never felt before?
In one swift motion, he turns me around so that my back is now pressed firmly against his chest, pinning my body against him. His hand slides down my belly and down between my thighs while the other grabs my wet hair, wrapping it around his fingers and pulling firmly, tilting my head backward and exposing my neck to his hungry gaze. He leans in closer, his lips grazing against my ear.
“Now, beg me to fuck you.”
With that statement and the intensity of this moment, I come undone and can’t take it anymore, “Please, fuck me, Nikos.”
CHAPTER 18
Serena
I moan in need, his fingers rubbing my sensitive bud slowly and gently, then fervently and intensely, driving me to the edge of sanity. I want, no, I need to feel him inside of me. My muscles contract with want, and the tingling sensation between my thighs has ramped up to unbearable.
A cry leaves my mouth, my hips buckling and greedy for the pleasure he gives me.
“What happened to when hell freezes over?” His warm breath sweeps across my neck, tickling my overly sensitive skin.
I grunt, but my body chooses to ignore my annoyance with his satisfied tone. It yearns for his touch, the pleasure, the release.
“I want to fuck you, wicked one. So much that it’s maddening.” He nibbles his way down my neck. “But you’re going to have to beg harder than that to earn that pleasure.”
His hold on my hair loosens, and he pulls away, leaving me wanting what he’s refusing to give me. It feels like torture.
I whirl to face him; a wicked grin on his face as he puts his fingers to his lips and licks them, which sends another heat wave through my body.
I want to beg him to take me, but my pride won’t let me. I want to tell him to fuck off, but I’m too embarrassed after begging him to fuck me.
I blame my lack of sexual experience for that. I haven’t done things like this, and I’ve never felt anything quite like how he makes me feel, so now that I have gotten a taste of what it’s like, I crave more of him. My mind is clouded by lust. It must be that. It can’t be that I am actually attracted to him. I am not. I’m supposed to detest him. Now, all of these emotions are only intensified with the tension between my thighs.
He leans closer, stealing my breath as his lips brush against mine. “Because you will come undone for me, splinter into pieces, and shatter the last remnants of your innocence until not one ounce is left uncorrupt.” He grazes my bottom lip between his teeth, and a shiver strikes my spine. “When your sanity lies in ruins, and your darkness matches mine.”
I stifle a gulp.
“Then, and only then, I will give you what you want.”
