Page 38 of Vengeful Vows

Not today.

I never once wanted what was forced on me.

I begged them to stop, not to touch me.

This is entirely different.

“P-please.”

Ark’s moan rolls over my clit for half a second before his tongue follows it.

When he sucks the nervy bud into his mouth, I lose all sense of control. I shatter like glass on a hard-tiled floor, and Ark’s name rips from my throat.

Even with my body surrendering to a madness it’s never faced, Ark’s pursuit to unravel me doesn’t taper. He devours me with greedy licks and hungry sucks until the stars he danced in front of my eyes explode into fireworks.

“Oh…” I moan, stunned by the length of my orgasm.

Are they meant to last this long and be so violent?

It is intense.

Blinding.

And as Ark hinted, scary.

I don’t know whether to burst out crying or scream his brilliance into the air, and I lose the chance to do either when a strangled cough announces we’re no longer alone.

15

ARKADIY

“I’m so s-sorry.”

With her cheeks ashen and eyes brimming with remorse, Mara slips off my desk and hightails it to the door. My brain screams at me to go after her, to remember the pledge I made to guide her through what I am certain was her first orgasm. But I’m not a man when the eyes from my nightmares are glaring at me.

I’m only a boy.

After adjusting my cock so it stops pitching a tent in the crotch of my pants, I shift on my feet to face the doorway Mara raced through.

Riley’s cheeks are as white as Mara’s, but the fury in her eyes has nothing to do with lust.

“What the hell, Ark?” She enters my office with her hands balled, ready and willing to battle for a woman she has only recently met. “Why was she crying? She’s not meant to cry when you’re… when she’s…” She looks me dead set in the eyes. “She’s not meant to cry. Period. So what the fuck did you do?”

My words are as hostile as the tension radiating from her. “Nothing. I did nothing.”

“Then why was she crying!” she screams, her words bouncing off the walls slowly closing in on me.

Her words echo ones I’ve heard before, and they instantly sour my mood. “Perhaps she was crying because you walked in on her when she was vulnerable. Did you ever think about that?”

“Don’t you dare,” Riley snaps out, her voice as seething as the spit sizzling from her mouth. “Don’t you dare try to pin this on me. I am not this family’s scapegoat.”

“Neither the fuck am I!” I lash back, too overwhelmed with emotions I don’t know how to handle to act cordial.

I’m not the ruthless tirade most people believe I am right now. I’m a brother and a son, and another one of the endless victims of an unfair world.

“I wasn’t hurting her. I wouldn’t do that to her. I am not him. I’m not a monster.”

“Unlike me?”

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