Page 28 of Tattooed Vow

She starts to whimper, sobbing my name in broken syllables, but I don’t stop. I don’t go easy. I fuck her like I’m possessed.

Her nails sink into my shoulders, and she clings to me as her eyes roll back. “I’m... I…” she stammers.

Sweat drips off my skin onto her as I hold her in place.

“Oh… my… God… I’m coming!” she cries out.

“That’s it,kiska,” I growl. “Come for me…come on my cock.”

Her back arches, lashes fluttering as her pussy convulses around me. She shivers, and I lean down, licking the beads of sweat from her breasts.

I don’t give her a moment to recover. I pull out and lift her off the bed by the waist. Sitting on the edge, I impale her onto my cock. She gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders as she straddles me.

Fisting her hair, I force her to look at me. She shivers as her lips part with a moan. Holding her still, I grind up into her, burying every inch of my cock until my balls are flush against her ass.

Sandy whimpers, her hips rocking, chasing the friction she needs.

“No,” I hiss, gripping her waist. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”

“P-please,” she begs, her pussy fluttering around me.

“This pussy is mine,” I growl, tightening my grip. “Say it. Tell me this pussy belongs to me.”

Her lip quivers, and it takes everything I have not to crush my mouth on hers. “Yes,” she breathes, eyes blazing with need. “My pussy belongs to you.”

I snap my hips, fucking her hard and deep until I hit her sweet spot. Her legs begin to shake. I thrust faster. “That’s it…come for me,kiska. Now.”

I feel my own climax building, but I’m not done with her. When her orgasm hits, her back bows, her thighs clamp around me, and she screams, breaking apart on top of me.

I stand abruptly, flipping her onto all fours. Leaning over her, I slide my hand around her throat, and my cock crashes into her pussy again. She locks her arms in place and pushes her ass back. My entire length slides inside her, filling her up.

She cries out as a strangled moan escapes my lips. I’ve never had sex this intense before. I’m balls deep, and there’s nothing on this green earth that will keep me from fucking the life out of her.

The room echoes with our moans and grunts. Releasing her throat, I slap her ass hard with each thrust until my handprint is tattooed on her cheeks. The moment I feel her pussy constrict around me, I grit my teeth and empty my balls inside her. I fill up her pretty pussy as one word escapes my lips.

“Mine…”

When I pull out of her, I watch my cum drip down her thighs. I pull her close, curling my body protectively around hers. Little by little, she relaxes against me, her breathing evening out. I stay like that, holding her until her soft, steady breaths fill the room.

But I stay awake, staring at the ceiling, knowing what’s coming. Morozov won’t stop until he gets his revenge.

For now, I allow myself to believe in possibilities. Believe in a future where I’m not defined by the blood on my hands. In a world where a man like me can love a woman like her without it ending in tragedy.

I press my lips to her forehead, a silent promise.

“Sleep well,malyshka,” I whisper to her sleeping form.

Outside, the wind picks up, rustling through the trees. Somewhere in the darkness, our enemies are drawing closer. But for now, in this bed, in this cabin, with this woman in my arms, I’m not Dimitri Popov, feared enforcer of the Avilov Bratva. I’m a man holding a woman, pretending tomorrow will never come.

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SANDY

The faint scent of coffee nudges me awake.

It takes me a minute to remember where I am. My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache, but it’s not unpleasant. It's just a reminder of last night.

I stretch slowly, the sheets tangling around my legs. The other side of the bed is empty, but his warm and masculine scent still lingers on the pillow. From downstairs, I hear the faint sounds of movement, a soft rhythm that pulls me fully into the waking world.

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