Page 22 of Wicked Vows
I should be freaked out and not turned on that my husband basically fantasizes about fucking me against my will and getting me pregnant in the process, but I’m not.I’m turned on by the thought of him dominating me.
Instead, I do something crazy.Something reckless.
He tries to kiss me, and I slap him.Not hard, but hard enough my palm stings before I jump up from the couch and run up the stairs to the second floor.
My heart races as I slip into the massive walk-in closet.
Nico’s footsteps echo around me as he climbs the stairs one by one.
I shiver in anticipation of what he will do once he catches me.
I crouch down and bend myself like a pretzel to hide in a cubby that is probably meant for storing blankets or something, and I wait for him to find me.
What feels like several minutes but has probably only been seconds ticks by.I see his feet as he enters the closet.“I can smell your perfume,” he taunts.
I breathe heavily.A bead of sweat rolls down my back and into the crack of my ass.I’m nervous.I have zero experience with men.With sex in general.Nico is it.
“Found you.”He grabs me by my ankles, yanking me out of my poor hiding spot.
I thrash my legs, kicking at him as he drags me across the floor.“Please don’t,” I cry, but on the inside a thrill like I’ve never felt before shoots through me.Nico stops in the doorway that separates the closet from the bedroom.He stares down at me, nostrils flared, a brutal expression clouds his eyes.
“Just let me go,” I whisper.
“Never,” he growls.
I spot an opportunity to crawl between his legs, and I take it.I get about halfway through when he grabs me by my hair, wrapping it around his fist.My breath catches in my throat.My heartbeat pulses against my temples.I swallow as he gives my hair a good yank.Not enough to hurt me, but firm enough to let me know he’s in charge.
“Come here, wife,” he demands, and I shake my head.“Are you scared of me, Odette?”
“A little,” I confess.It scares me how easily he turns into a predator.Did he play this game with Catherine and take it too far?
“Good.You should be.”He hauls me up to my feet and tosses me over his shoulder like I’m weightless before tossing me on the bed and pinning me down.Wrists held above my head with one of his large hands while the other tears at my clothes.
I twist beneath him, but his weight bears down on me.
“Tell me to stop,” his voice orders, husky and raw.
“You don’t want to do this,” I plead as he shoves my shirt up over my throat, stopping when the fabric covers my eyes.He uses the sleeves to bind my wrists.I can’t see.I can only feel.
His lips drag along my throat, nipping and sucking as I writhe on the bed.“I’m going to fuck you raw until you cry.Fill this pretty little pussy up with my come and put my baby in you.Bind you to me in every fucking way.”
“No,” my mouth says, but my body gives me away as I rub against him and pant for him.
I want him to touch me.To fuck me.
To defile me.
To hurt me.
To love me.
Chapter Nine
Hisroughfingerstraceintricate patterns up and down my sides.“Fuck, baby.You’re so unexpected.Where have you been all my life?”he kisses the tops of my breasts.
“Waiting for you to claim me.”
“You’re so perfect for me.”
