Page 71 of Tarnished Vow

Placing the knife in his palm, he sliced his hand open. While repeating the oath.

He looked hypnotized, drunk on possession, as he smeared a bloody circle in the center of my chest over my heart.

Claiming me as his.

Marking me with the blood of a crow.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, slowly looking me up and down. As he undid his belt.

Suddenly, all I felt were the eyes of his family. Knowing his brothers were somewhere in this hall. I stared at his tattooed chest, fighting myself to not look around the room.

He held my waist, moving me back to the bed. Where was Damius? How close was he?

As Vince laid me down on the bed, spreading my legs around him. Suddenly, I could feel everyone watching us.

Just as I looked away, he grabbed my chin. “Eyes on me.” Considering he wrapped my hand around the end of the knife; he had my attention.

He placed the knife on his chest, over his heart. Covering my hand with his, he pushed the blade in. Slowly, he helped me guide the cut across his heart. Deep enough to leave a scar. Shallow enough to heal on its own.

Instead of being repulsed by his blood, I couldn’t look away.

He took the knife from me, kissing the back of my hand. The cold blade against my palm. My heart raced faster as he looked at me, slowly slicing my palm.

Gently, he kissed my knuckles before placing my bloody hand over the cut on his heart. And I couldn’t look away.

Not even as he sliced my other hand. Or his own.

All I could focus on was the warmth of his skin, the feeling of his heart beating under my hand. He laid my arm above my head.

I felt the cold blade at my chest, in the center of the bloody circle he had smeared earlier.

My breathing suddenly became sharper as the blade pierced my skin. It hurt. But it wasn’t painful, just like the feeling of the satin sheets against my fresh tattoo. It seemed to just feed this sudden need I had for him.

That drunken look of possession in his eyes, as he placed his bloody hand on my chest, covering my cut.

He slowly lowered over me, holding my hand above my head. “You look so fucking good as mine.” He kissed me, silencing the moan from my mouth as he took me with no warning.

“They can watch me fuck you. They don’t get to hear you.” He bites my bottom lip.

I wasn’t even sure how he managed it, but my focus was only on him. His hand moved to my hip. Holding me down as he fucked me hard and so fucking slow.

“Let them see how perfect my wife is.” He kissed just below my ear. “And how fucking good you take your husband's dick.”

He took my hand from his chest. Locking both my wrists above my head.

He wanted everyone to see.

So I didn’t attempt to cover myself. Even when he let go of my wrists.

I arched my back, meeting his deep slow thrusts, making me tighten.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” I couldn’t stop the moan, and his eyes widened threateningly. “Just two more minutes. You can keep quiet for me, can’t you?”

I weakly nodded, clenching my teeth, and holding my mouth closed. But I needed more, and every sharp thrust was driving me closer

He slowed his pace. “See that? The room is getting darker.” I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Nearly there. You’re doing so good.” I couldn’t stop the moan; his whole body went tight. I wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose, but his pace got harder and faster.

I couldn’t stop myself. Not if he was going to fuck me like that. His mouth covered mine, silencing me.

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