Page 32 of Poisoned Vows

He makes himself sound like a drug. And I don’t want to believe him.

But the pleasure slowly heating my blood makes me wonder, at that moment, if he could do exactly what he threatens.

His shirt falls open, revealing his muscled chest and abs, a light dusting of dark hair across his thick pectorals and trailing down over the ridges of abdominal muscles, over his navel, and disappearing beneath the buckle of his belt. When he shrugs it off, letting the shirt fall to the floor, I see muscled shoulders and biceps that would be hard to wrap my hands around.

I remember Marika saying something about him going to the gym—and she wasn’t kidding. My mouth goes a little dry as I look at him, forgetting for the briefest second that this is a man I’m supposed to hate. A man that Idon’twant—because he’s gorgeous. Absolutely fucking stunning.

His hand goes to his belt, the other still stroking me almost absent-mindedly now as he takes off his clothes, and fear sparks through me again as my gaze flicks down to his erection.

He’shuge—unless the shape in the front of his trousers is an optical illusion. I don’t know how it’s physically possible for him to be inside of me, if he’s that big. I want to look as if I don’t care, but I canfeelmy eyes go wide as he flicks open his belt buckle, and a slow, satisfied smirk spreads across his lips as he moves his hand away from my pussy.

“Don’t close your legs,” he says, the words in a clear, sharp order. “Hold yourself open for me, Lilliana, or you won’t like what happens when I open you up again myself.”

“I won’t like it anyway,” I snap at him, but the retort doesn’t sound as sincere as it did before. It doesn’t matter what I say, I realize. He’s seen that Idowant him. That my body is already craving more of the pleasure he’s given me. I can feel how wet I am, how my clit throbs and flutters as he takes his fingers away, wanting him to keep stroking. My fingers tremble, pressed against the bed, and I watch as he reaches for his zipper.

“You’ve never seen a naked man before, have you?” His eyes narrow, his hands reaching to push his suit trousers off his hips.

“Of course I have.” I swallow hard. It’s the truth, actually—but he doesn’t believe me. I can see it in the smirk on his face.

“Is that why you’re staring at my cock like you’re afraid it might attack you? Or is it just because you can’t wait to find out how it’s going to feel inside of you?”

He slides the pants down as he speaks, and as they fall, leaving him as naked as I am, his cock springs free, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a faint trail of pre-cum against his skin, he’s so hard.

It wasn’t an optical illusion. He’s fuckinghuge. His hand wraps around his shaft, bringing it down so that swollen head is pointed at me, and I swallow hard. Whatever desire I felt, it’s at least momentarily replaced by fear once more.

“I can’t take that.” The words slip out before I can stop them, because I feel certain that if he tries to fuck me, he’ll tear me apart. “That’s not—that’s not possible.”

“Yes, you can.” He steps closer, between my legs, and for a terrifying moment, I think he’s going to thrust into me fast and hard, the way I thought I wished he would. I’d thought I wanted him to fuck me and get it over with. But if he had, I think I’d be in the emergency room.

If he cared enough afterward to take me there.

His hand slowly slides down his thick shaft. There’s a pearlescent bead of fluid at the tip, dripping downwards, and he rubs it down the underside of his cock, easing his fist as it slips over his straining flesh. He reaches out with his left hand this time, his fingertips grazing my clit again before sliding down to my entrance.

“You’ll be surprised what you can take, pretty little rabbit,” he murmurs. “My tongue, my fingers…my cock. You’ll be surprisedwhereyou can take me. And youwill, because you’re going to be my good girl. My obedient bride.”

Two fingertips slip inside of me, just faintly, the way he had in the study when he touched me for the first time. He leaves them there for a moment, as if he’s letting me get used to the sensation, his hand still sliding slowly up and down the length of his cock.

His gaze is hungry as it settles between my legs, and I realize, with a sort of detached shock, that he’s doing thisforme. I can see from the look on his face that he’s barely hanging on to his self-control, that he wants to be inside of me now, instead of readying me for him like this.

That’s what he’s doing, I realize dimly, as he slowly pushes his two fingers into me. The stretch is startling at first, a sort of raw burn as I feel the strange sensation of something inside of me for the first time. It’s only strange at first, and then as he slowly starts to move his fingers, it feels—good.

I feel myself tighten around him involuntarily, and my cheeks flush hot. I see from the gleam in his eyes that he knows what he’s doing to me. His hand slows on his cock, as if he’s trying to maintain his control, and his fingers push deeper, his thumb pressing against my clit as he adds to the pleasure.

“This will be my cock soon, my pretty little bride,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking inside of me. It feels strange and good all at once, the pressure turning into something better, stronger. “And it will feel every bit as good. It will feelbetter.”

I suck in a breath, summoning every bit of presence of mind that I have left, and look him straight in the eye as I spit out: “Go fuck yourself.”

His hand goes still. His thumb presses down, hard against my clit, and a smile spreads across his face.

“Oh, Lilliana. I won’t need to.”

Nikolai

Lilliana Narokovna—now Vasilev—is going to make me lose my fucking mind.

I should have just fucked her. I should have ripped off her wedding dress, tossed her on the bed, and fucked her the way I’ve been imagining it since the night she walked into my father’s office. But my decision not to was two-fold.

I told myself it was just because I didn’t want to hurt her. I’ve never hurt a woman, and I didn’t plan to start on my wedding night. Besides, I wanted to enjoy her more than just once, and I couldn’t do that if she was damaged.

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