Page 23 of Devious Vows

The endearment rings in my ears, pulse pounding in my throat.He’s just drunk, Beverly, calm down.“You’re drunk,” I finally say, my lips tingling at his nearness.

“Maybe.” He shrugs, pulling back from me just enough to say, “Leave us.”

Bodies shuffle past us instantly, not a single person willing to face the wrath of Remy after witnessing what he did to Erin minutes before.

I jump at the crash of bottles that hit the floor moments later, gasp when I’m lifted up onto the kitchen island, the sound of liquor dripping off the edge to splash onto the glass-ridden tile floor. My palms slap onto the wooden surface as Remy parts my thighs, stepping between my legs.

“What are you doing?” The question barely slips past my lips, my chest heaving as Remy watches me with hooded lids.

His big, rough hands push up the sides of my thighs, fingers sliding my skirt higher up my legs. He doesn’t answer me, instead he murmurs, "I've had a shitty fucking day,cuore mio.”

My breaths quicken ever so slightly as his warmth wraps around me, his familiar vanilla and bergamot scent sticking to my heated skin. “That sucks.”

He chuckles down at me, his free hand coming up to push my hair over my shoulder, palm cradling the side of my head as his thumb brushes along my feather tattoo, a habit I’m not even sure he’s aware he has. “You know what would make it better?”

I lick my lips and his honey gaze drops to them, making my pulse stutter. “What?”

His lips brush along mine with his words, stealing the breath straight from my lungs. “Watching you fall apart right here in this kitchen.”

My skin heats, breaths panting as I lean back just enough to blink up at him and his brooding gaze. “You don’t mean…”

We can’t do that.

He can’t do that.

Do I even want to do that?

A dimple flashes, tongue running over his teeth as he takes in my flushed cheeks from the question alone. “I do.”

“You can’t… we can’t… not until—”

He shushes me, his hands jerking my hips to the edge of the counter. “We won’t.” His lips land on my collarbone, his nose sliding up the side of my throat. A wet kiss nips at the corner of my lips. “Youwill.”

“Remy—” His mouth covers mine, a firm press of lips that taste like vanilla and whiskey. My skin heats, his hands wandering, rough palms sliding up the sides of my rib cage, his fingers lightly bumping along the edge of my breasts.

My skin pebbles with gooseflesh despite the heat, my heart racing. My hands rise to sink into his hair, a moan slipping from my lips when he sucks my tongue into his mouth. In the few intimate moments we’ve shared, we’ve collided like gas to a flame—become explosive.And this time is no different.With a few well-placed touches and wet kisses, my mind is falling down the rabbit hole, letting Remy pull me headfirst into his pit of fire.

Our lips break apart with my gasp as Remy’s thick fingers find the junction of my thighs, stroking the seam of my pussy through my panties.

His honey browns are scorching, burning golden as he catches my gaze. “You’ve touched yourself before?”

Pink crawls along my cheeks at the way he asks that so casually, my lips trembling at the way his fingers are still rubbing along my soaking slit. I can’t seem to form words, so I nod instead, practically feeling the hum that rumbles from his chest.

Pressing his fingers harder, his thumb brushes along my clit, making my legs jolt around his hips. “Did you think of me?” I swallow, his free hand rising to thumb at my bottom lip. “Hmm?”

One finger hooks into the side of my panties, pushing them aside, his knuckles running along the slick already dripping from my pussy. His thumb presses harder into my lip, warm breath blowing on my face as he leans in close, almost as if he’s going to kiss me. “Did you use one finger or two?”

Swallowing hard, I just barely manage to answer him, his thumb pulling from my mouth to trace a line down my throat, over my collarbone, and to my nipple where he circles the outline of my aching tip through my top. “One.” I gasp when he pinches at the tight nub. “I used one finger.”

His teeth meet my jaw, tongue smoothing over the sting as one of his fingers just part my pussy lips. My hair is hanging in a half-braided tangle of waves as my head tilts back, Remy’s lips trailing along my throat. I suck in a sharp breath when he pushes his finger into my pussy, his palm rubbing hard against my clit. My legs wrap around his hips, my hands dropping back to brace myself on the countertop. Remy’s nose pushes up the edge of my crop top, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses to my breasts. A moan slips from my lips when his tongue wraps around one of my nipples, my hips shamelessly pumping to meet his hand.

In the back of my mind I’m vaguely aware that someone could walk into the room at any minute, that there isn’t even a door on the entryway, but I can’t get myself to care enough to stop. My back arches as Remy’s wicked mouth sucks and licks across my skin. His hand is making sloppy noises, ramming in and out of my pussy, my cream leaking down my ass and onto the countertop.

“Let’s try two now, huh,cuore mio?” A second digit presses into my pussy with the first, making my toes curl behind his back. Grabbing onto his face, I tug him to me, moaning into his mouth as I fuck his hand. His fingers curl inside of me and my eyes see stars, my legs jolting at the same time my fingers sink into his skin.

My orgasm hits me full force, my hips choppily fighting against his hand as Remy works me through it, his thumb vibrating against my clit. When he senses I’m done, he pulls his fingers out and raises them to his lips. My cheeks heat watching him suck my cum from his fingers, heart pounding even harder over the look he gives me.

I don’t know what to say, my chest heaving as I try and catch my breath. “Do you feel better?”

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