Page 88 of Poisoned Vows

“It felt like the right way to ask.”

“You’re insane,” she whispered. “But I can’t tell you no.” She reached up, taking the ring out of my hand, and slipping it on her finger, before she wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down to kiss her. “I don’t want to tell you no. So—yes, Nikolai. I’ll marry you again—”

A small, wicked smile played over her lips, and I could feel it against mine. “As long as you make me come at least twice more before you do.”

I slid my fingers between hers, feeling the new sensation of the ring on her hand. “Deal,” I whispered—and then I started to fuck her again, just the way I knew she liked.

I saw that ring sparkle in the sunlight as she waved to me, and I reached the lounge chairs, setting down our drinks. Her smile is almost as brilliant as the diamond, and I lean down, grazing my mouth over hers as I kiss her softly.

“Is this sunny and warm enough for you?” I ask her teasingly. I’d promised her a honeymoon after we’d renewed our vows, just the two of us with Marika there. She’d told me only if we went somewhere with no chance of snow this time.

“Oh, it’s definitely warm enough.” Her hand curls around the back of my neck, pulling me down for another kiss. “But we can heat it up even more later, if you’d like.”

“I like the sound of that.” Her mouth tastes like pineapple and the hint of the tang of vodka, and I consider whether or not we ought to go back up to the room right now.

“I was thinking about what we do when we get back home,” I tell her, sitting back on my own chair as I reach for my drink. “Do you want to continue living in the mansion? Or the penthouse? Or would you prefer something else? I can call someone, have them be ready to give us some options as soon as we’re back—”

Lilliana pauses for a moment. “I think the mansion has bad memories for both of us,” she says softly. “And your penthouse—it’s beautiful, but it’syours. It’s never been ours. So I think maybe—maybe the best thing would be if we chose something together. A fresh start. Something we can make our own from the very beginning.”

Her hand is resting on my leg, and I reach down, taking it and running my thumb over her knuckles. “I like the sound of that,” I tell her, and I mean it. The idea of making a home with her—of a place that has only our memories and nothing else—sounds like a dream that I never thought to have. Something new to achieve that I couldn’t possibly have known I would want.

She stretches on the lounge chair, her breasts moving invitingly beneath the thin black material of her bikini top—there’s hardly anything there, only the smallest strips of fabric attached to gold chains draped over her pale skin, and it makes my cock hard just looking at her. “We could take these drinks up to the hotel,” she murmurs, her back arching, and I know she’s teasing me on purpose. “And you could see about making good on some of those promises you whispered in my ear this morning.”

“About how I was going to make you scream my name?” I lean forward, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear again. “Or about how I’d fuck you on the balcony overlooking the beach, so everyone could hear it?”

“Both.” She turns her head, capturing my lips with hers.

It’s only a short walk to the hotel, but we’re there in half the time, the drinks forgotten in our hurry. It’s for the best, because once I have her in the elevator, I pin her against the mirrored wall, lifting her hands over her head as I grind my cock against the thin strip of fabric covering her pussy. I hadn’t minded being gentle with her while she recovered—I knew it was what she’d needed, for more reasons than one—but I want her ravenously, and it’s good to be able to touch her the way I want to.

It’s even better, knowing that she wants it just as much in return.

“Nikolai—” She gasps my name, panting it against my lips as I kiss her, rocking my hips into hers. I’ll never get tired of how it sounds on her lips, hearing her moan and scream and whimper my name, the way I’d once told her that she would. She’s always driven me mad with desire, but nothing gets me harder than knowing that she wants me—truly and absolutely. That she ismine, that she has given herself to me.

That when I take her, it’s because she wants me to.

I slip my fingers under her bikini bottoms, feeling the slick wetness already gathering on her outer folds. “Someone could come in,” she whispers, glancing towards the doors. We have the penthouse suite in the resort, and there are several floors between us and it. “Someone could see—”

“Let them.” I slip my fingers in between her lips, feeling that slick heat coat them. “They can watch while you come all over my fingers,krolik. They can watch my little rabbit squirm in her trap.”

“Is it a trap if I want to get caught?” Her voice is breathy, her hips moving, pushing herself down onto my fingers despite her protests. “Oh god, Nikolai—”

I slide my middle finger into her pussy, and she tightens around me, a sharp whimper coming from her mouth. “We could get in trouble—”

“No one will say a word.” I curl my finger, stroking it inside of her, my cock aching at the feeling of her wet, tight heat. “And if they do, they’d regret it. And you, my little rabbit—” I add a second finger, knowing it can’t come close to the stretch of my cock, knowing it’s still a tease even as she writhes on my hand. “If you don’t let me enjoy you like this, you might end up with my mouth on your pussy instead. How would you feel if someone came in and sawthat?”

I stroke my fingers inside of her, enjoying the sound of her whimpers, the tight press of her lips as she keeps glancing anxiously at the door. “Or I could fuck you. Would you like that better? Bent over with my cock in your pussy while someone else watches? While they watch you come all over it?” I lean closer, pushing my fingers deeply inside of her, my thumb finding her clit. “Or I could fuck you in the ass—”

“Nikolai!” She cries out, and I feel her tighten on my fingers, a flood of arousal gushing over my hand as she comes hard. I feel myself harden to the point of pain at the thought that she came because I’d mentioned fucking her in the ass.

Oh, do I have plans for you, my little rabbit.

I keep my fingers in her as the elevator keeps going up, stroking inside of her, idly grazing my thumb over her clit to keep her on that edge of the climb upwards to pleasure again. I press my own hand against my cock through my swim shorts every so often, trying to keep my aching erection at bay until I can have her in our room and all to myself.

I watch the number creep upwards. No one comes into the elevator, and I can see Lilliana’s look of relief as it reaches the floor just before the penthouse. I thrust my fingers into her once more, making her gasp, and then slip them free, raising them to my lips as I lick her off, just as the doors open.

Lilliana’s face is flushed bright red as she follows me out into the penthouse, and I pick her up, swinging her into my arms with a small cry as I carry her out to the balcony.

“I told you I’d fuck you out here,” I breathe into her ear as I turn her around, placing her hands on the railing. “I want you to scream my name so loudly they hear you all the way across the beach.”

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