Page 11 of Wicked Vow

I don’t want anything from her except revenge–for what she’s done to me now, too.

But when I fall asleep, the only thing I see is her.

Natalia, the first night I took her to the house, the first night I fucked her. I hear her hissing that she hates me, but the look in her eyes tells me something else, the way her hands push her panties down her slender hips even as her voice curses at me. The way I taunted her with the fact that she was about to fuck someone she hated, the way she wanted it.

I don’t think I ever wanted anything as much as I wanted her that night. The way she felt, so light in my arms as I picked her up and tossed her back onto the bed, how much she turned me on. I’d known I was about to have everything I’d been waiting for right there in front of me, and I shouldn’t have felt that way. Fucking her wasn’t the end of my revenge; it was the start. But it had felt like everything.

Her cry when I’d ripped her skirt apart, her moan when I’d spread her pussy open with my fingers. The sight of her completely exposed to me, unable to hide any longer, mine in every possible way. Vulnerable, wet,wantingme. It had been such sweet victory–and it had taken me down entirely.

Once hadn’t been enough. It couldn’t ever have been enough. The taste of her, the sounds of her moans, it all fills my dreams, until all I can see is her writhing, naked body underneath me, her legs spread wide for me, the tight squeeze of her velvet pussy around me–

I jolt awake in the dim light of the cabin, my cock throbbing, on the verge of orgasm without even being touched. I suck in a breath between my teeth, my mind foggy with need after Natalia’s repeated teasing of me.

I can’t see Natalia from where I’m sitting, but I can see that Ruby’s asleep, her head leaning against the window. And if Natalia can’t see me–

She’d cuffed my left hand instead of my right.This is what I’m fucking reduced to,I think angrily, but my hand is already sliding to my belt, slipping beneath the waist of my pants as I tilt my head back.

I want to think of anything except for her, this woman who has been the bane of my existence and continues to be so, but I can’t think of anything else as my hand wraps around my cock. I tilt my head back against my seat, gritting my teeth against the groan of pleasure that threatens to escape me.

It isn’t going to take long. I can hear her moans from that first night in my head, the way she’d cried out when she realized I was going to make her come with my tongue, the eager grind of her hips against my face. I hear her screaming my name as she flooded my tongue with her release, her pussy clenching around my fingers, the way she’d given herself over to me so completely, the way I’d felt her fucking forget everything she felt about me–and I’d forgotten all of it too, lost in the same fugue of pleasure that she was, the way I’d made her come twice, one right after the other.

She might never let me touch her again, but no one else will ever make her feel the way I did.

I want to touch her again. Fuck, I want it so bad–

My hand clenches around my cock, my heart pounding in my chest as I remember that first night. The way she’d looked with her beautiful virgin ass in the air, teasing me, taunting me with the prize I had yet to claim, the one that I’d wanted so badly. I could have taken it that night, but I’d wanted to draw it out.

I’d wanted to make everything with her last as long as possible, and that’s how I ended up here.

My hand moves faster, in short, fast, breathless strokes over my cock in the shadows of my seat as I remember the way she asked for my cock, the way she whisperedyesas I’d asked her if she wanted it, the way her back had arched, begging for me without words.

I bite back another groan as I remember how she’d felt that first time, almost too tight for my cock, the most perfect pleasure I’d ever felt, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, as I pump my hips upwards into my fist with short breaths caught in my throat, that it’s not only her who will never feel what we had again, if what she said was true.

I’ll never find anything like that again, either.

I’d fucked her harder than I should have, as tight as she was, as much as she’d struggled to take me, but I couldn’t have stopped. My cock throbs in my hand at the memory, the way my hips had snapped forward, driving me into her, the need to fill her up beyond what I could bear.The sounds she made–

I’m on the verge of coming, and I hold back despite my need, wanting to make it last. Wanting to remember, right now, in the darkness with nothing to stop me or remind me that I shouldn’t want her, how fucking good it had been. The way she’d stretched around me, sobbing and moaning all at once, the way she’d been so slick and wet as I’d stroked her clit, feeling her throbbing and clenching all around me. The way she’d touched herself for me–

Oh god.That memory pushes me to the edge, the way she’d rubbed her clit as I’d fucked her as hard as I’d dreamed of, pounding into her with a force that I hadn’t been sure that she could take, but she had. She’d fucking taken it all, every inch of me, moaning and screaming for it, and she’d come when I did, at the same time, spasming around me as I’d filled her up for the first time when I came inside of her, so much that I’d felt it dripping out of her.

Was that the night I got her pregnant?

The thought is too much. I buck forwards, my hips thrusting up into my fist as I bend over to bite the other one, cuffed to the armrest, my teeth grating against my flesh in an effort to stay quiet as my cock spurts cum over my hand, and in my head I’m filling her up again, making sure that she stays full of me, that she’smine. She’ll never be free of me.

If you hadn’t done everything after that, maybe she actually could have been.

The regret that fills me, in the wake of my orgasm, is so sharp and overwhelming that it shocks me all over again.

I hurt her, and it was never really her fault. What was the point of any of it?

I sink back in the seat, fishing out napkins from the back of the seat in front of me to wipe off my hand, feeling suddenly exhausted.It wasn’t that night,I think, looking down the aisle to the seat where I know Natalia is sitting, probably as asleep as Ruby is, now that she doesn’t have to keep me in check. As I count backward, I know it must have been at the very early stages of her coming to that penthouse I’d kept in the city, maybe even the night I’d punished her for showing up on my doorstep.

That thought twists something in my stomach that she might have gotten pregnant from that and not one of the other nights.Why do I even fucking care?I ask myself as I close my eyes, wanting to sleep again, this time without dreams.Why does it matter when? This only ends one of two ways, and both of them are with her hating you.

But I know the answer, even if I don’t want to admit it to myself. Everything changed the moment that Natalia proved to me that she was pregnant with my child.

I might have been able to run away from how I felt for her, able to push it down where I could forget about it, where I could pretend that the woman I’d meant to destroy hadn’t somehow unlocked something inside of me that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.

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