Page 36 of Hated Vows

Her eyes sparkle. “Nothing.”

I hitch my brow. “You’re sure?”

She sucks her bottom lip with a shrug.

I want to laugh—fucking laugh—at her baiting me like this. With a determined inhale I turn back to the corridor, where Burley has pulled up a seat to guard her door.

“Hurry home, honey.” Tasha’s voice sounds through what seems like the whole house.

I freeze in my step. Burley’s eyes meet mine as something between infuriated delight and maddening frustration boils up in me.

I count to ten. “Let them know I’m going to be late.”

“Yes, boss,” Burley says as he stands and picks up his chair. “You’re not to be disturbed.”

Damn right I’m not to be disturbed.

I turn back to the room, closing the door softly and locking it.

Tasha still sits on the bed, hands together on her lap, eyes now wide as she sees me stalk back into the room. I unbutton my jacket, slip it off and toss it to the chair by the antique dressing table. I don’t break eye contact with her as I roll up my sleeves one by one. She licks her lips, clearly nervous now that she’s poked me to my limit.

I come to stand right by her legs, forcing her to look up at me. “Just for the record, you asked for this.” Begged for it, to be precise. I cup her face, stroking that soft cheek with a featherlight touch, smoothing my thumb over her lips. Lips that I want to kiss. Lips I’ve been wanting to kiss since that night when she tried to stab me.

Merch, you fucknut.

Merch that needs to be tied up and gagged and disciplined.

Her hands are on my thighs, brushing up to where my cock is already bulging in my pants. It’s as I suspected. She needs to be fucked. This horny little virgin has needs. I take her hands and peel them off my legs. Fuck knows, I can unzip and take that virgin mouth, let her suck me off.

“You don’t touch me, kitten. I thought you understood?”

“Why?” She strains against me where I have her wrists, her blue eyes dancing with evident pleasure at having me here, entertaining her.

“Because.” I lean forward, forcing her onto her back as I raise her hands above her head. Her chest heaves in anticipation. Good.

As soon as she’s on her back, I straighten up. Her legs dangle to the floor now and I reach for her ankles, lift and twist her in one smooth move so that she’s perpendicular to me. Her shoes drop to the floor with soft thuds, and I bend her legs up, exposing that perfect pink pussy as her skirt falls to her chest.

Fuck. She’s wet.

She’s going to be even wetter soon.

I run my hand down the back of her creamy thighs, ghosting over her pussy. She clenches. I do it again, and this time as I ghost my palm over her sex, she actually presses up to meet my hand. “Matteo?—”

“Fuck, kitten, so needy,” I hiss. I have her by the hip and toss her over, forcing her onto all fours. Her skirt falls back to cover her sexy ass and with an irritated growl I rip it out of my way. I don’t wait. I don’t tease. I hold her with a firm hand on her neck, forcing her face down so her ass is good and proper in the air. Then I slap her several times on each butt cheek, watching with great satisfaction how the skin turns pink.

“Matteo,” she moans as she squirms, but I’m not done.

“Moan my name a bit louder, kitten, so the whole house can hear.” I now focus on her pussy, on that sweet little clit that tempts me. I slap her again, this time making sure my middle finger hits her clit so she can come. I slap her again and she moans where her face is buried in the covers, her hands clenched.

She’s close. Again. But this time I follow it up with a slow sweep of my fingers over her clit, circling that sweet spot until she shudders in release with a moan.

I unbuckle my belt with one hand, still keeping her in place with my other hand on her neck. She is spent, her face flushed with the force of her orgasm. I want to fuck her so hard. Drive my fingers into her body and work her g-spot until she comes again. Then, and only then, will I give her the satisfaction of coming on my cock.

But I can’t. I won’t take her virginity in a mad moment of lust. So instead, I ease my hold as I pull out my cock, fisting it hard. This needs to be quick, although I could spend the rest of the year toying with her. I run my hand down her back to her naked butt and slip my fingers to her sex as I ride my hand. I go higher, to that tight little hole I could have with nobody knowing. Her virgin ass could be mine.

She quivers at my touch, leaning into my hand. Fuck. She’s into this. The thought only drives me to jerk off harder, my thumb pressing against her tight little hole as I spread her own juices, tempted to finger her there. Her breathing is heavy, her body willing. The visual of her like this, open and offered up, tips me over the edge. I spray cum over her dress, her back, her sweet ass, watching her face. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open as she whispers my name, sensing my release. I close my eyes as I grunt, dropping my head back. Cum pulses until I’m emptied out.

Fuck, I always feel overdue when I’m around her.

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