Page 30 of Hateful Vows
I swallow. And obey.
My skirt is still bunched over my hips and my cheeks heat at the embarrassment of my attire. It’s new. It’s delicious. I decided to come here and tease my husband out of his mood. And it worked. The power that flows through me is heady. Just as much as the knowledge that if I want everything to stop, I can leave. I might not know Dante Ventura well but I’ve initiated our trysts. He’s never come to me on his own.
I’m the one in control here.
Dante’s chest plasters against my back, his rigid cock nestling in between my scantily-clad cheeks. His cologne makes its way into my nose and I stifle a groan. The primitive part of my brain screams “mine” and my mouth waters, remembering how his cock felt against my tongue. I might find him a terrible ally, and incompetent at best, but the man is hot as sin.
With deft fingers, Dante opens my blouse. His touch is delicate and I feel exposed, like I’m losing control of the situation fast. I’m almost tempted to back out but his large hands cup my breasts before he pulls on my pebbled nipples and I gasp.
“Bend over for me,vipera,” he whispers in my ears, anticipation and pure lust in his voice.
The soft wood is cool under my heated skin when I obey. From the corner of my eyes, I see Dante take a seat once more and I frown.
“What are you?—”
I don’t finish my sentence because his hand smacks my ass so strongly I yelp.
“Shut up, and take what I give you, Irina.”
I wiggle, trying to escape but Dante clamps a strong forearm on top of my hips before he yanks my underwear and tears it off me.
“How dare—Fuck.” The next spank on my ass is followed by a long lick from my clit to my entrance, and I buck against his mouth.
Dante kneads the abused cheek, creating extra heat, as he continues his assault on my pussy. His tongue enters me, the prickles of pain delving into pleasure. He doesn’t stop spanking me as he eats me out from behind and I slump against the desk. I’m a mess of sensations.
Then, his tongue moves up to lick at my puckered hole.
“Dante!” I cry out his name in protest but it feels so fucking good.
“If you offer to be my perfect little whore, I’ll take what I want from your body, and you’ll just take it, won’t you,cuore mio?”
I don’t have time to answer as he inserts two thick fingers in my pussy while he continues to lick my asshole. When he thumbs my clit, my climax overpowers me and I fall into ecstasy, his name on my lips.
When I’m coming down, Dante withdraws from inside me and stands. His belt clinks as he removes it with haste and lowers his trousers and boxers just enough to free his dick. He pins me down on the desk, a hand clasped on my neck. Thepossessive touch makes me gush even more, despite having just come. I’m soaked and ready. I never thought he’d take me in his bed anyway. A man like him isn’t made for soft words and kind love-making. And I want to be fucked anyway.
“Use a condom,” I breathe in between the fog of my lust-addled mind when the head of his cock slides in between my swollen lips.
“I’m taking my wife raw or I’m not fucking you, at all. I know you’ve been tested and I haven’t fucked anyone in months. I’m painting my slutty wife’s pussy with my cum and that’s non-negotiable, nod if you understand.”
I nod, ready to combust at his filthy words. No one has ever dared speak to me like this and if anyone tried, I’d have killed them on the spot. But it sounds like a vow on his tongue, more intimate and raw than the one we exchanged in the church.
“My perfect whore. So ready,” he says as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit. I moan. “Now beg me to fuck you.”
I turn my head enough to look at Dante. His muscles bunch with restraint, and his eyes are riveted to the place where we’re about to connect. There’s awe in the slack jaw and lowered brow and for the first time, I lie to myself a little harder. Maybe he cares. I feel more alive than ever as I take in the sight of his strong body still clothed where I’m a mess with ruined panties on the floor and a skirt over my hips like the slut he calls me.
“Dante,please.”
Like a band that snaps, he gets inside me in one powerful thrust.
I lose my breath.
Then he withdraws.
And does it again.
Dante sets a vicious rhythm, fucking me with long, sharp thrusts of his hips. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have a mirror and see his ass work as he pumps me full of his cum.
The hand that isn’t on my neck wanders all over my body, caressing my ass cheek, the back of my thighs and my back. “Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect,” he says between clenched teeth. “I’m not gonna last. I knew your cunt would be the death of me.”
