Page 53 of Fragile Twisted Vows

I need to get the fuck out of this penthouse.

“I want to go back to school,” I start, my voice clear and steady as his finger makes a trail from my bare shoulder to my wrist. I’m wearing a short sundress today, and from the way he presses his length into my back, I can tell that he likes it.

And I like to please him. In fact, I fucking love it.

I lovehim.

“The program is online and I only have a year left before I get my bachelors in marketing,” I say quietly and his hand freezes on mine as his lips skim my shoulder.

My eyes practically roll into the back of my head.

“What’s the catch?” he whispers across my skin, his free hand snaking up the back of my thigh to cup my bare ass.

I’m not wearing underwear. Damien hates underwear. I know this because he praises me every time I go without, and I love receiving his praise.

I’m so ridiculous, but I can’t help it.

“They want an in-person registration,” I whisper and he scoffs as his hand moves to slide a finger down the center of my growing wetness. I shift on my heels, angling for his invasion.

It doesn’t come. He’s fucking with me.

“Please,” I beg silently and I feel his smile against my ear.

“Please what? Please touch you or please let you go and risk running into your family?” he growls and I bow my head.

My father gives the college massive donations every year, because my sister got her law degree there. He’s there constantly for his rallies, which are abundant right now since he’s running for office again. I know Damien is trying to avoid that.

“You plan to marry me in three weeks, Damien. They’re going to find out. At least let me get my degree. I’ve done nothing but listen and obey. I haven’t asked any questions. I’ve kept to myself. I’ve done it all for-”

“Do you want an award for that? A gold star perhaps, Lucille?” he taunts and I grow angry and pull away from him, but I can’t do more than turn around and face him because he immediately has me pressed against the canvas. Wet paint now seeps through the back of my dress.

“Fuck you,” I seethe and he smiles wickedly.

He pins my wrists against the canvas and kneels before me, my anger dissipates slightly and I hate that. I hate that he does this to me and that I let him.

He hikes my dress up to my waist, baring my wet flesh to his mouth as he settles on his knees to the floor.

He leans forward, but doesn’t press his lips to my flesh. All I can feel is his breath as he speaks. It makes me shiver.

“Okay,” he says, short and simple as he eyes my pussy.

My eyes drop down and lock with his. Surprise fills me.

“Okay what?” I ask, shocked that he would agree so quickly. I expected more of a fight.

He leans closer and licks a line from one hip bone to the other, my ass rising and pressing against the wet canvas in response.

“You can go. But Bruno attends with you and you make it quick. Pay for the semester in full. I’ll deposit the money in your account tomorrow morning,” he says as he breaks my gaze to stare at my pussy. My heart is pounding against my chest. It’s hard to focus on this conversation because now all I want is for him to lick me to completion.

“Why aren’t you-”

“Just shut up and take the offer, Lucy,” he growls, and I quiet instantly, mostly because as soon as he is done speaking, he licks me from my clit to my opening and I choke on my moan because of it.

He eats me with an intensity I’ve yet to see from him, like he’s been dying to taste me all day. I don’t question his actions or even his motives at this point because it feels too god damn good. I’m nothing but a stream of choking gasps and orgasms. My dress and skin are both stained from my paints and he’s growling as I start to come on his tongue.

But he doesn’t stop then. He continues until I’ve had three more climaxes, until I’m shaking and nearly to the point of tears in his grasp because every nerve ending is alive and sensitive.

“Such a good girl,” he growls, and I know then from his praise that’s why he’s agreed, because I’ve been good.

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