Page 34 of Poisoned Vows

It’s easy to learn her. Even as she tries not to respond, her body can’t keep from reacting to the new touches, the new sensations. She’s quivering beneath me as I roll my fingers over and around her clit, not teasingly like before, but with purpose this time. Every time I stroke my fingers upwards, her hips jerk, and she turns her face to one side, her eyes stubbornly closed.

I reach for her face, turning her back to me. “Eyes on me, Lilliana,” I murmur, my thumb pressing into her lower lip. “I want you looking at me when you come for me.”

“I’m not—” the words break off on a gasp as I speed up, increasing the pressure of my fingers as I roll them over her sensitive flesh again and again, feeling the way she tenses beneath me. She’s close, her pussy drenched as I slide my fingers down, gathering her arousal on my fingertips before I rub it over her now-slick clit, increasing the pleasure as Lilliana clenches her teeth against a moan. “I won’t—”

“Yes, you will, little rabbit.” I lean in, brushing my lips along her jaw, giving myself one more taste of her before I watch her come apart for me. “Come for me, Lilliana. Come on my fingers so I can fuck you.”

Iseeher unravel. She stares up at me, her face taut with horrified pleasure as those last filthy words trigger something deep within her, and she comeshard.

Her hips jerk up, and my cock, still nestled against her entrance as I’ve stroked her to her climax, starts to slip inside of her as she tightens around me, fluttering as she comes on my fingers—and now on my cock.

The pleasure is overwhelming. I have to keep myself from thrusting into her as deeply as I can go, the rippling of her wet, velvet heat around me nearly making me lose control. She’s still arching against my fingers, her teeth sinking into her lip as she forces back a moan, and I promise myself, as another inch of my cock slips into her, that one day I’ll hear her scream for me.

She feels fuckingincredible.

I keep my hand on her jaw, forcing her to look up at me as I slide deeper. “How does that feel,wife?” I breathe, a strange jolt of pleasure going through me at the word, at all that it implies. That she belongs tome—her innocence, her body,allof her, mine for the taking, and now I have. No one else has ever had her. No one else will ever touch her.

The thought of anyone so much aslookingat her makes me murderous.

She doesn’t say a word at first. She glares up at me, her angry expression at odds with the way she’s trembling beneath me, her hips still arching into mine as she takes more of my cock, squeezing around me. “It’s—” she swallows hard, realizing that I’m not going to let her get away with complete silence. “It’s so much—”

Pleasure rips through me at that, a sort of satisfied thrill as my hips rock forward, so close to being entirely buried inside of her. “You’re taking it so well,” I murmur, my thumb stroking over her cheekbone. “Such a good girl. Taking my cock. You just needed to come first.”

Her eyes narrow, and she goes very still underneath me. “I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did. I felt it. Don’t lie to me.” I give in to my urges, just once, to show her just how serious I am. My hips snap forward, burying the last inches of my cock in her tight, wet pussy, and she gasps despite herself, a cry slipping past her lips as her hands curl into the sheets.

“Do you want to come again?” I hold myself there, despite the tortuous pleasure, giving her a moment to adjust to my cock. “Do you want to come on my cock,krolik?”

She gives me a mute, rebellious glare, and I slowly start to move.

She feels like heaven. She’s drenched despite her protests, and I slide in and out of her more easily than before, rocking my hips so that I grind down onto her clit with each thrust. I can feel her starting to lose control, the way she arches up a little each time, wanting more of the friction, the way her lips part on a gasp that she tries to hold back. She’s gorgeous likethis, and I can’t begin to imagine what it would be like if she let go, if she gave herself over to the throes of desire and let me see her completely undone.

“Iwant you to come again,” I tell her, leaning forward so my lips are nearly touching hers. “So you will.”

I kiss her before she can say anything. A part of me is beginning to like her snappy comebacks, her defiance, if only because it’s more interesting than the women who fall all over themselves to please me in any way they think I might like. But right now, I don’t want to hear her sharp tongue. Soon enough, I’ll show her a different use for it.

My hips snap forward again as I kiss her, my tongue tangling with hers as I drive my cock into her, and this time I stay deep inside of her for a moment, rocking my hips against hers, letting my pelvis grind down onto her clit. She’s still excruciatingly tight, but I can feel her twitch every time the swollen head of my cock brushes over a certain spot inside of her, and I know she’s enjoying it. She’d deny it if she could, but I know what I’m feeling.

I kiss her until I feel her starting to tremble around me, the sharp rise and fall of her chest quickening as she nears the edge—and then I break the kiss, leaning back on my knees as I slide my hands down the backs of hr thighs, lifting her legs up.

“What are you—” she breaks off with a gasp as the new angle changes how my cock pushes inside of her, making it feel as if I’ve somehow gone deeper, even though I already had every inch buried within her. I lift her legs over my shoulders, angling her so I can see between her thighs, and the sight is enough to make my balls tighten and push me very close to my own climax.

She’s stretched tight around me, the sight so lewd that it makes my cock throb. Her small, swollen clit is visible above where I’ve impaled her. I reach down, starting to stroke it again as I pull out just a little and slide back in, for the sheer pleasure of being able to see it.

Her jaw tightens, and I know she’s trying not to make a sound. Her hands are fists in the sheets now, and she turns her head away again, trying not to look at me.

“I told you,” I growl, drawing my cock out of her again, tearing my eyes away from the sight of her wrapped around my length long enough to look at her stubbornly set face. “Eyes on me, little rabbit.”

“I hate you,” she hisses, but her back arches as she says it, as my fingers roll over her clit again. “You’re a—”

“What?” I bite off the word on a groan as I sink into her again, my other hand holding her face so she’s looking at me still. I tilt her chin down, forcing her to look at where I’m thrusting inside of her, the sight of my cock splitting her open. “If you hate me so much,devochka, scream it for me when you come. But you’ll look at me while you do.”

Her eyes are murderous, but they’re looking at me. She holds my gaze as I rub her clit faster, feeling my cock harden inside of her, knowing I’m not going to make it much longer. Ineedto come inside of her, my balls at the point of feeling bruised from how long I’ve drawn this out, my cock painfully hard. I need the release—but she’s coming with me.

“Tell me how much you hate me, little rabbit,” I murmur, and I flick upwards on her clit as I drive my cock into her, feeling her sweet, wet heat envelop me once more.

I think she might bite her tongue off before she screams for me. I see her teeth grinding together to keep from letting out even a hint of pleasure, even as her back arches, her hands twisting in the sheets as she comes apart. I couldn’t have pulled out if I wanted to—her already tight pussy has me in a vise as she ripples along my length, squeezing me again and again with a pleasure so good it’s almost too much.

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