Page 48 of Vow to Corrupt You
I pinch one of the fingers of my free hand between my teeth and pull the glove off, letting it fall to the floor. Nibbling her bottom lip, I slide my hand underneath her night robe, between her thighs, spreading them slightly to access her core. The sight of her in that black silky piece is beyond irresistible, so sinful it should be forbidden.
A moan escapes her throat, her eyelids heavy as I stroke my fingertips over the thin, wet fabric of her thong.
“You haunt me…my obsession,” I whisper against her ear, teasing the edge of her thong aside to circle her sensitive clit, my other hand still gripping her neck. “Let me be all that you desire.”
She looks into my eyes as I pull away, gasping for air. I kiss her, fierce and demanding, loosening my grip just slightly to let her sip the breath from my lips. From me. I am her air.
Speeding up the pace, I rub her pearl, her whimper melting into our kiss. Her hands wrap around my nape, pulling me closer with need.
“You are,” she breaks the kiss for a moment, “You are everything that I desire, Nikos.” Her back arches, head falling back onto the wall while sigh after sigh escapes her parted lips, blending with the sound of my fingers gliding through her wetness.
With a swift move, I whirl her around and push all the things on the wooden surface of my desk aside, clearing space before placing her on top. Glass shatters, and documents float to the floor, muffling her heavy breaths and cries of pleasure. I trail urgent kisses along her jawline and down the curve of her neck, which I still grip. My other hand roams between her thighs that spread for me as if on command. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. The bulge in my pants grows at the mere thought of fucking her. The way my cock would slide inside her dripping wet pussy without much resistance.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes out, her voice coy and innocent. “I beg you.”
“You beg?” I growl, locking my gaze with hers. She may sound all sweet and innocent, but her eyes blaze with sin. “Beg for what, wicked one?”
“Let me come,” her cheeks flush even more. “Take me, do whatever you want with me, just please don’t stop.”
A sinister smirk curls my lips, and I lean to her ear once more, “You’ll beg for mercy, but all you’ll get is more of my torment.”
I lean back, and her eyes dart between mine in a rush of frustration before something wicked ignites in her dark, endless, abyss-like irises. She quickly composes herself, a spark of resolution painting her face, as she sinks to her knees, never breaking eye contact.
“What are you doing?” My tone is cold and harsh, a contrast to the lust burning in every vein in my body.
Her hands tremble slightly as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my fly. My muscles tense as I feel her soft hands pulling out my rock-hard cock. I watch her lips part slowly, coating them with my pre-cum as she teases the head of my shaft. With her eyes still locked with mine, she sticks out her tongue and licks the entire length of my shaft, starting from its base and trailing all the way to the crown. Fuck. A deep grunt drawls in my chest at the feeling of her soft lips wrapping around my cock. The feeling is maddening. She takes it in as far as she can. I grip her hair and push farther down her throat. The gagging sound fuels me with some fucked-up kind of lust. I love seeing the fear in her eyes as she realizes she’s at my mercy. There’s no escape. But what she doesn’t realize is that I’m completely at her mercy. She owns me, not the other way around.
I make a few more thrusts, forcing her to take my length as deep as I want it before pulling her hair back so my cock pops out of her mouth. She gasps for air, looking at me with her lashes wet from tears.
I clutch her throat; the thought that I had my cock shoved deep down it just seconds ago is so insane. With a firm grip, I pull her to her feet. Her lips just a breath away from mine.
“Don’t provoke the Devil if you can’t handle the dance, wicked one.” I wipe the saliva off her lips with my thumb. “Because next time, I will show no mercy and come in that pretty mouth of yours, making sure you swallow every drop like a good girl.”
Her eyes soften, filling with something dark. “Is it a threat or a promise?”
I smirk. “Well, well. Welcome to the dark side, wicked one.”
It’ll be fun having you here.
CHAPTER 24
Serena
Frustration. The next few days pass with building frustration inside me. I hate how Nikos plays me every time, and I hate how my body can’t forget his touch. How it craves for more.
My hand slides down my belly and underneath my PJs. It’s still early morning, and I’m still in bed, hiding under the duvet. It’s the first time I’m actually doing this—touching myself. Well, except for the time at the restaurant when I did it in front of Nikos. I still can’t believe I did that. But the sexual tension has become unbearable, and I have to release it. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, my toes curl, and a sigh I try to suppress escapes my mouth.
My eyes close tightly, my heart hammering. Despite the wave of pleasure rushing through me as I climax, I feel guilty. Dirty. Like a sinner. Perhaps it’s because sex was a taboo topic in my house, or maybe it’s because that’s not what society expects from women.
I suppose Nikos has managed to corrupt me… He once said he’s a sin I won’t resist. He was wrong. He’s every sin known to man that I cannot seem to resist. Nor do I want to…
I head to the en-suite bathroom and let the water cool my burning desires, sadly, just on the surface.
Maybe—hopefully—seeing my family will help me get back to myself and remember why I hated him in the first place. They’re coming for lunch today, the first time since I moved here. First time since I married Nikos. Papà insisted on visiting us (despite the mutual hatred between my father and husband) to make sure I’m not walking around here with a collar around my neck (and despite me reassuring him a hundred times, I’m not).
After an extremely prolonged beauty routine to ensure I look my best, I slip into a blazer-style mini dress with a deep V-neckline that plunges to the waist and ankle boots from Valentino. My Papà will pale when he sees me dressed like this, but I’d rather have him complain than provoke Nikos with another one of my dresses that Papà would approve of, but that is like a red flag to a bull for Nikos.
As I walk down the stairs, my hair that’s left loose today bounces up and down with each step. My parents and siblings aren’t there yet, but the closer I get to the dining room, the more delicious aromas reach my nose.
