Page 57 of Vow to Corrupt You
My heart pounds like a sledgehammer as I reach for the doorknob. Even worse when I close the door behind me.
I look at him. The man I gave myself to, his eyes are so cold and dark that even the Devil would envy the effect his gaze has on people.
“From now on, you’re no longer allowed to leave this house unless it’s for the university or to accompany me,” he states before drinking his whiskey in one go, and before I can formulate a response, contemplating what I’d want to tell him.
I’m taken aback by his coldness, the brutality in his voice. But then I realize that Gianna must’ve been right, despite how much I wish she hadn’t been. He achieved his goal, and now he’ll push me beyond the edge until I no longer want to live this hellish life. How foolish I was to believe I could actually be the reason for his redemption. A man like him is beyond repair. I guess I should’ve known better.
“You can’t treat me like a hostage.” I barely find the strength to speak. My elusive hope turned out to be nothing more than a fool’s wish I so desperately clung to believe. Or perhaps I knew it was all lies from the start, but I continued to choose to believe otherwise for the sake of my sanity. “You told me yourself I am now Mrs. Romano, and I should own it. What happened to that?”
A scoff leaves his mouth, curling up in a nefarious smirk. “This is a part of being Mrs. Romano.”
He advances closer with the kind of darkness in his eyes I haven’t seen since… the very beginning, when I still feared him, I kept my guard up because I knew he was nothing more than a “monster.” The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it.
His face darkens in a way that makes my skin crawl. My heart races as he pins me against the wall, the intensity of his gaze locking me in place. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a pull between us that I both hate and crave.
“I’ll show you what kind of monster I can be,” he speaks through gritted teeth in a tone so dark I’ve never heard before. Not when he was speaking to me.
I nearly choke when his gloved hand clenches around my throat while the other forces its way between my thighs. A wave of adrenaline mingling with sick arousal runs through my veins as he rips off the lace thong I wear. He gently circles my clit with his index finger before violently pushing his fingers inside me.
“I just can’t decide whether I want to fuck that wet pussy, or this pretty mouth of yours. What do you want, my little plaything, hmm?” He growls against my lips with a menacing glint in his eyes, fiercely shoving his fingers in and out of me.
“Nikos, please…” I breathe out, not sure what I’m pleading for. To stop or to give me the sick kind of pleasure only he can give me? It’s like I know this is sick, but no one touches me like he does… No one makes me feel like he does. It’s a twisted type of lust.
He is my weakness, and I resent myself for how powerless he makes me feel, yet there’s nothing I can do to extinguish the passion he sparks from me. That’s the thing. The monster I fear is also the one who ignites a fire within me. A fire running so deep it consumes me beyond reason.
His grip tightens around my neck like a vise, and his fingers thrust with increasing force, muffling his husky hiss. “Both, it is.”
CHAPTER 30
Serena
With one swift move, he turns my body so my chest presses into the wall.
“You belong to me, and I’ll show you what it means to be mine.” He growls in my ear, pulling on my hair that’s wrapped in his fist while unbuckling his pants. His free hand forces my legs to spread before he shoves his cock inside me without warning.
“Oh, God…”
A moan of pleasure bordering on pain escapes my lips as he thrusts his hard shaft deep inside me, then withdraws until only the tip remains inside before slamming back even harder, pulling my hair the entire time.
“Forget your god. He’s not going to save you from me.”
He releases his grip on my hair and slides his fingers around my throat before he thrusts so deep that I struggle to take him all in.
“I’ll fuck you so hard that the only thing you’ll remember is every inch of me inside you.” Once again, he pulls out slowly, leaving only the crown, and stills, “Not your god. Not even your own name.” He grazes the edge of my ear with his teeth, tightening the hold on my neck, the pressure suffocating, then plunges back inside so forcefully that my body slams against the wall.
Each thrust grows more aggressive, violent, and dangerously exhilarating. His hips slam against my ass cheeks fast and forceful.
A few hesitant knocks at the door send my pulse racing. “Boss, we must leave,” Remo’s low voice rumbles through the door to Nikos’s office.
“I’m a little fucking busy,” Nikos growls impassively as if he weren’t just fucking me like an animal. “I’ll leave after I’m done here.”
Next thing I know, he turns my body around, bending me over his desk and pounding into me mercilessly so that the desk shakes to the rhythm of his thrusts. My hands grasp the edges of the wooden surface for support, and my lips part in ragged gasps as he gathers my hair and arches my neck, forcing me to look up at him.
“You like it, don’t you?” he grunts. “Being fucked so rough. Taking every inch of me like your pussy was made for my cock.” His gravelly voice fades in my mind as he drives me to the brink of ecstasy, and the most intense sensation washes over my body as I climax.
“Fuck,” I never curse, but my brain turns to mush, and the words escape my lips before I can stop them.
Pressing my body against his torso, he makes one deep, final thrust, prolonging my orgasm. A possessive squeeze of my breast brings me slowly back to my senses.
