Page 74 of Vengeful Vows

Her eyes—those fucking eyes—sear through to my soul and smooth the shakes shuddering my body.

“It’s okay,” she assures me again, gently nodding.

With her hand on my face and her thumb stroking my brow, I can’t help but respond.

It isn’t as expected.

I lean into her embrace and breathe in her scent, accepting her comfort even though I know I don’t deserve it.

Her smell comforts me. It’s different since it is a combination of our scents, but it is extremely cleansing.

I drink it in until my muscles relax enough to unclench my fists, and then I lower my eyes to her face. She looks fuckable and sweet at the same time, and it has me torn on how to move forward. Usually, I flee before sending in a team of lawyers when I fuck up.

I don’t want to do that this time around.

“Why?” I ask, ignoring the hard rock in the back of my throat that’s slowly killing me.

Mara chews on her bottom lip as she contemplates my question. Her delay in responding gives me plenty of time to prepare for the onslaught her answer will no doubt hit me with, so I’m caught off guard when she once again displays her strength.

“I didn’t realize it could feel so good. I was overwhelmed. I…” There’s a length of silence and then a sigh. “I let go.” As she scoots up the couch, her shaky hands lower the hem of her skirt. “Now I feel embarrassed. I don’t know how I’m meant to act, Ark. I’ve never…” She stops again and breathes out heavily. “It never felt good. Not once. So I let my emotions get away on me.”

My knuckles pop as the truth smacks into me.

She’s never been with anyone but the predator who assaulted her.

Dr. Babkin is the only man she has slept with.

And you went and fucked it up by making her true first time all about you.

“Mara… I’m sor?—”

She squashes her finger to my lips as the fire in her eyes re-ignites. “I don’t need an apology. I also don’t want one.” Her eyes bounce between mine for several seconds before she says, “I just want your trust.”

“I trust you.” My pledge leaves my mouth before I can stop it, and it is as honest as the day is long.

Her smile sends a current through my body, changing my temperament from hostile to blazing in under a second. “Then you should know that I would tell you if it were ever too much…” A fire blazes through her eyes as she licks her lips. “As I am sure you will me.”

When her eyes lower to my crotch, I’m hard again in an instant. Her eyes give away her every intention, and within seconds, the air fills with the scent of her re-forming excitement.

She doesn’t move forward as per the silent pleas of her body, though. She waits for approval, the anticipation of my endorsement adding to the misting of sweat on her flawless skin.

My heart rate rises. It isn’t in fear. My abuser’s kink was pain. My pleasure was never at the forefront of her mind. It is contemplating the shift of power Mara is initiating and how I will handle the imbalance.

It is easy to feel in control when you’re the master of someone else’s pleasure. Receiving it, though, is an entirely different kettle of fish.

I need the control, the reins.

I’ve not handed them over in almost three decades.

This will be a challenge for me, but a challenge I am willing to face if it returns Mara’s confidence to what it was before I made her uncomfortable.

After straightening my spine, I pull off the condom covered with evidence of Mara’s multiple orgasms before I rake my fingers through her hair.

She hums her approval of my grapple for the reins as she wets her fuckable lips.

Shockingly, excitement is the first spasm to roll down my spine when her wet and delectable mouth arrows toward the engorged crown of my cock.

Mara has a mouth designed to be fucked, and my dick is raring for the chance to prove my theory right.

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