Page 33 of Poisoned Vows

But it was more than that. I wanted to make herwantme. Not just permit me to do what I wanted to her, but tosubmit. I wanted her to get wet for me, to desire me. I wanted her to learn to crave me.

By the end of the night, I wanted to have her begging for more. But she got under my skin, too.

I hadn’t planned to rip her wedding dress off of her. I hadn’t realized how hard it was going to be to dance that delicate line between violence and care, between wanting to devour her and making certain not to break her.

Even now, it’s incredibly hard not to thrust myself into her, to forget that she’s not ready. Her warm, wet core clenches around my fingers, velvet heat against my hand, and I can feel her twitching under my thumb. I’ll make her come before the night is over. She thinks I won’t, but I know better. I can feel the way she reacts to me.

There’s a new kind of pleasure in that. I’d told her the truth when I said I’d never been with a virgin before. And Lilliana is mine—all of her. No one else has ever touched her—and no one else ever will.

I slide my fingers deeper into her, enjoying the way her eyes widen. She thinks that she’s hiding her pleasure from me, convincing me that she doesn’t want it. She thinks she can make me believe that she isn’t responding to me. But everything I see and feel, tells me otherwise.

I want to taste her. But I plan to save that for later. I plan to teach Lillianaallthe ways that I can make her body crave mine, until she realizes that there’s no escape. That she can’t flee from what she truly wants.

That she can’t flee fromme.

I have to take my hand off my cock, or I won’t last long enough to enjoy her the way I really want to. I move my two fingers inside of her, letting her feel the stretch of it, hearing her soft intake of breath that she tries to keep quiet.

She’s so fucking beautiful. Her body is every bit as perfect as I knew it would be, her blonde hair falling around her face and shoulders in a way that begs for me to sink my hands into it. I want to kiss and touch every inch of her, learn every soft curve and line. And I will—when she submits to me.

When sheearnsit.

And then, when I’ve learned all of her, I’ll grow tired of having nothing new, and I’ll be rid of the obsession that is Lilliana Vasilev. She will live the rest of her life enjoying the benefits of being my wife as she does her duty to me, and I’ll go back to enjoying the pleasures of being rich and powerful—and beholden to almost no one.

Her head tips back as I roll my thumb over her clit. Her full lips are parted, and I want to feel them against mine again, the heat of her mouth, her tongue, as I slide into her. My cock throbs, pre-cum sliding down my shaft, dripping as I push my fingers into her pussy. I angle my hand upwards, adding a third finger as she lets out a sudden, startled cry that goes straight to my cock.

“That’s it. You make such a pretty sound when you’re stuffed full.” I roll my thumb again, easing the pressure of my fingers inside of her. “Are you ready for my cock,krolik? Or should I make you take my whole hand, just to be sure?”

Her eyes fly wide, and I smirk at her. “I take it my cock is the better option?”

She glares up at me stubbornly, and I consider making her take a fourth finger just to show her that I don’t make idle threats. But I don’t think I can wait much longer. I haven’t ached for a woman like this in so long. Ineedto bury myself inside of her.

Lilliana’s innocence is my reward, and I can’t wait to claim it any longer.

I slip my fingers out of her suddenly, and I hear her gasp as I step away, my cock still jutting lewdly out in front of me. I yank the covers down, reaching for her waist as I maneuver her back onto the pillows.

“Nikolai—”

It’s the first time she’s said my name all night. A strange pang strikes me in the chest at the fear that threads through it. I don’t want her to fear me. Submit to me, yes. Beg for me, yes. Butfearme?

I married her to protect her. She has nothing to fear from me.

“My family is old-fashioned,” I tell her as I lay her back atop the sheets, her head sinking into the pillows. “They will expect to see the bedsheets in the morning.”

“The—oh.” Her eyes fly wide again with shock, and I’m reminded that she wasn’t prepared for a marriage. She was prepared to be given to a man who would fuck her and throw her away.

I don’t know why the thought of that makes me angry. It shouldn’t. I’ve tossed aside plenty of women in my day. But Lilliana—

I push the thought away as I lean over her, brushing her hair away from her face with more care than before. I can feel her starting to tremble, and the idea of her fear doesn’t turn me on. I want her towantthis.

My other hand slips between her legs, caressing her lightly, my fingers brushing over her clit. “This can feel good, if you let it,” I murmur, dipping my head to let my lips trail over her ear. “You don’t have to fight me, littlekrolik.”

Ifeelher stiffen underneath me, and it’s all I can do not to let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re so wet, little rabbit.” My fingers slip into her again, stroking, thumb grazing her clit. Her hips twitch, and I know she wants more. “So wet forme.”

She opens her mouth as if to protest, but I don’t want to hear it. What I want, I can’t wait any longer for, and I lean down, silencing her with a kiss as I guide myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock nudging against her as I keep one hand pressed against her jaw, keeping her from breaking the kiss.

For a moment, I think it won’t be enough. She’s so tight—so much so that I think she might not be able to take me after all. I’m determined not to hurt her—I did this tokeepfrom hurting her—and I hover on the edge of indecision, feeling her tense body trying to keep me out.

“Krolik. Devochka.Lilliana.” I breathe her name against her lips, my fingers moving between us again, my cock rubbing against her as I start to stroke her clit. I need to make her come; no matter how much she fights it, Iwillmake her come.

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