Page 49 of Poisoned Vows

“I don’t believe you.” Another hard thrust.God, she feels fucking incredible. I rock my hips against her, sinking myself as deeply as I can go.

“I don’t care.” Her head drops forward, her hands gripping the sides of the pool in a death grip. “I don’t care what you think.”

It’s almost difficult to slide back out, just because it feels so fucking good to be in her like this, every inch of my cock buried, her hips rocking back against me despite herself. I grind into her, the heated water splashing around us, and when I finally manage to find the will to thrust again, I slam myself back into her, unable to resist the urge to take her as hard as I want, just for a moment.

The instant I thrust back into her, the hard, rough slide sending a jolt of pleasure down to my toes, she lets out a cry that stops me. It’s clearly a cry of pain, and I let go of my hold on her hip, still buried inside of her, as I feel her shudder.

“I’m sorry,krolik.” I run my hand along her waist, trying to soothe her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re always hurting me.” She turns her head away, and for the first time, I feel some of my arousal lessening. Her insistence that I’m hurting her is starting to get to me, even as I try to shove it away.

“I don’t mean to hurt you like that.” I keep still inside of her, giving a moment for the pain to fade, before I start to move again—slowly this time. I slide my hand over her belly, down between her thighs, and stroke my fingers over her clit, wanting to feel her come when I do. I want that feeling of her gripping my cock again as I fill her up.

Another small moan slips from her mouth, as if my touch is soothing away the pain, and I like that more than I should.

“That’s it, little rabbit. Come for me.” I rub her clit a little more firmly. “Let me make you feel good.”

Her back arches, and I can tell she’s losing control. “I don’t…want to,” she pants, and I shake my head, thrusting into her again and holding onto control of my own climax for dear life as I roll my fingers over her swollen clit.

“Yes, you do,krolik. Stop fighting it. Stop fightingme.”

She lets out a sound that’s half moan, half sob, and her entire body spasms as I feel a sudden flood of heated wetness over my cock, her body clenching and pulsing around me, rippling down my hard shaft as I groan aloud and rock forward, thrusting into her as deeply as I can without hurting her again. I can feel how tightly she’s stretched around me, how her orgasm pushes the boundaries of what she can take, and feeling her like this drives me insane.

The pleasure is too much. At the sound of her moan, her losing control, thefeelingof her around me, my cock swells and throbs harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life as I thrust into her once more, feeling my balls ache with an exquisite pleasure as I fill her with my cum.

She lets out another of those sounds, another sobbing moan as she feels the hot rush of my cum. It sends another wave of release through me, prolonging my orgasm at the sound of her moaning because of my cock.

Her hands are still gripping the edge of the pool as she stands there, her head hanging down, and as I slide out of her, I reach for her, tugging her away and into my arms. The slide of my cock out of her is a sweet pain, my oversensitive flesh wanting more and unable to take it. Still, it’s overshadowed by the fact that I don’t know why I feel the urge to soothe her, to comfort. I’ve always wanted space from whoever was in my bed after I came, but now I want her in my arms.

“Come here, little rabbit.” I stroke a hand over her damp hair, and for one brief second, she leans against my chest, her hands pressed against me as if she wants the comfort, too.

And then she pushes herself away, arms crossed over her breasts as she swallows hard.

“Happy? Feel better? Can I go upstairs and go to sleep now.”

The momentary softness I felt towards her is instantly replaced by a sharp stab of irritation. “No,krolik,” I tell her as calmly as I can manage. “We’re going to enjoy the evening as I planned. And then, afterward, we’ll see what we do in bed. But I don’t believe it will be sleeping.”

Lilliana grits her teeth, but she says nothing. And I wonder if, for the first time, my bride might not be dreading the idea of being in my bed as much as she’d like for me to believe.

Nikolai

While she stands there in the pool, glaring at me as if I’d kicked her favorite puppy, I get out and go to the wet bar to get us drinks.

“Do you want wine, rabbit? Or something else?”

“What will it take to get you to stop calling me that?” she grinds out between her teeth, and I can see that her attitude is back in full swing.

“Nothing,” I tell her calmly as I get out a crystal glass, pouring a splash of good whisky into it. “I like the nicknames I’ve chosen for you. They seem fitting.”

“Only to you.”

“Well, that’s what matters.” I take a long sip of the whisky and add another slug of it. Lilliana is likely to make me need it before the night is over.

Unfortunately, it’s part of what draws me to her. Her defiance, her rebellion, her smart mouth—it’s all so different from what I’m used to, from the way women usually treat me. I never thought confrontation would arouse me, but every time Lilliana mouths off to me, it feels like it goes straight to my cock.

“You can tell me what you want, or I’ll pick something for you,” I tell her, and I hear the sigh she lets out.

“Wine,” she says finally. “You really want to stay out here?”

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