Page 130 of Ruined Vows
The wardrobe stands behind her—silk, leather, and lace catching the light like a goddamn altar.
I didn’t buy it to impress her. I bought it to claim her. I bought it so she could see herself the way I see her. Elegant, strong, and breakable for the right man.
But the way she stands there—biting her lip, fingers twitching at her sides like she doesn’t know what to do with them —well, it hits me deeper than I expected. She’s ravishing.
And when she finally turns toward me, with her eyes wide open, her face flushed and wanting me…I break and I move before I can think.
I told myself I would give her space, but I can’t wait. She’s mine, and it’s time she knew it. I move swiftly. I backed her against the wall of the dressing room, crowding her in, caging her between the wall and her reflection.
“You like it?” I ask, voice low, hands planted beside her head.
She nods, eyes flicking between my mouth and my chest like she doesn’t know where to land. She’s trying to contain her breathing, and her lips are dry. She licks her tongue overthem to wet them, and I’m jealous of her tongue. Her lips are mine, mine to kiss, mine to claim. Mine.
“Use your words, Princeza.”
She swallows. “It’s… so good.”
I lean in, brushing my mouth along her jaw. “That’s not a ‘no.’”
She shakes her head. “It’s not a no.”
And that’s all I need. I press my hand to her throat, not tight, just a warning—a reminder that she’s mine.
“I didn’t buy it for your approval,” I murmur. “I bought it because I want you wrapped in every piece. I want to know the only thing touching your skin…is me.”
Her breath catches. Her thighs press together, and she slips down the wall. I feel her body wane, hot with desire. Her body’s begging for release. I trail my hand down, across her chest, over her stomach. She shivers, whimpers, and arches.
“I’m hard for you,” I growl, turning her chin to the mirror. I press my body into her so she can feel how hard I am against her. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”
She gasps. “Vukan?—”
Her voice breaks when I shove her dress up, roughly.
“You said my name like you meant it,” I rasp, yanking her panties aside, fingers dragging through the heat of her pussy. “Let me show you what that means.”
I slide two fingers inside her. She’s wet, just like I knew she would be. She moans and lays her forehead on my shoulder, her hands clutching my shirt. I move slowly at first, then my fingers go deeper. She’s wet for me, and I’m so turned on I don’t know how I refrain from fucking her against the wall.
I feel her nub harden. She cries out, gripping my shoulders and digging her nails into me as pleasure rips through her. She can barely stay upright.
“That’s it,” I growl, curling my fingers and working her soft folds until her knees buckle with the first orgasm.
“You take it so well, don’t you? Dripping and desperatejust at the thought of being mine.” Her hips jerk forward, riding my fingers. I hold her to me. “Look in the mirror,” I snap.
She lifts her head and watches herself come undone. She sees how her body reacts. She watches, and her mouth falls open. I work her faster and harder, finger fucking her until she’s on the brink of coming again.
“What do you belong to?” I murmur against her cheek.
“You,” she moans, and with that, I push her over the edge and give her the pleasure she desired.
“You think that wardrobe’s excessive?” I rasp. “Wait until I bend you over every surface in my mansion and make you scream in nothing but lace, sweat, and cum.”
She moans and comes again, emitting a high, broken sound. Her nails dig into me. I love it, I love pain. Then, her whole body shakes.
“You’re gonna come for me, again,” I promise, speeding up. “Just like this. Standing up, fully clothed, like the spoiled little brat I can’t stop touching.”
“Vukan—” she gasps, her body tensing.
"You’re mine, Princeza. So give it to me—now. I want to feel you fall apart on my fingers."
