Page 132 of Ruined Vows
His hand snakes between us, palming the heat between my legs.
“No shame left, is there?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Good.”
He kisses me harder—open-mouthed, messy, dominant—and this time, when his fingers slip beneath my panties again, he doesn’t tease.
He works me with practiced precision, circling my clit with the pad of his thumb while two fingers slide into me like they never left.
My breath catches. My body arches for him. I want his cock in me, claiming me and branding me ashis. I want him to be merciless. Because if being ruined feels anything like the fire he set in my pussy and the heat that burns my skin when he touches me, I’m all in.
“Look at you,” he growls, lips brushing my jaw, my throat. “Already so close and we’re not even through Midtown.”
His free hand slides up my back, fisting in my hair, pulling my head back until I’m exposed and helpless in his grip.
“You’re going to come again, right here,” he breathes. “On my fingers, in my lap, with that sweet little mouth gasping my name.”
Vukan
I slide my hand between her thighs, push past the waistband of those soaked panties, and find her already drenched.
She moans—loud, raw. I press my mouth to her throat to swallow the sound.
“Gonna make a mess all over me again?” I whisper, curling my fingers just right. “You're that desperate to come for me?”
She moans and her hips roll, chasing every thrust of myfingers. Her nails drag down my chest, making an imprint on my shirt. She’s already close.
She’s breathing heavily and her whole body is trembling because everything inside her is winding up for an epic release.
“Come for me,” I command, voice low in her ear. “Now. Right here. Let me see what I do to you.”
She shudders against me, biting my neck, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she was made to fall apart for me and me only.
I hold her tight and enjoy her body moving into mine. I don’t rush her, and I can’t move—I just let her fall.
She moans against my neck as she comes undone. Our bodies are sweaty, and the limo smells of ruin. And when it’s over, when she’s limp and breathless in my arms, I bring my slick fingers to my mouth and taste her.
She watches me do it with her eyes wide. And her mouth parts, but she doesn’t say a word.
Ruined.
I whisper darkly, “You know what I’m going to do when we get home?” I rasp. My voice is rough and filthy. “I’m going to strip you bare. Lay you out on silk sheets and make you beg for it. With your legs spread and my mouth between your thighs until you forget your own name.”
The limo slows to a stop in front of my mansion.
And this time, I don’t plan on stopping.
Bianca
Coming on Vukan’s fingers was loud and fast and wild, and I’m shuddering in his lap as the limo keeps moving. It’s surreal. I never dreamt this in my wildest fantasies.
As the city keeps burning outside, I’m reveling in the fact that he’s the only man who’s ever made me feel like this. I’m not just wanted. I’m his. And he’s not going to leave whenthings get tough. And he wants me even though I fight him on every turn.
He must like being punished, as I’m not an easy person. I know that, and so does he, but he wants me anyway. And that makes him the first and only man I’ve ever let in.
I curl into his lap, and he strokes my head. It’s a comfortable feeling, being in his arms, knowing that I have him beside me, no matter what. Our world is filled with intense darkness, and now, I’ve experienced a sliver of light, and it’s exquisite. I’m glad I’ve finally arrived. I’m happy thinking that I get to do all the things I love and all the things I’ve done all over again, but this time, it will be sweeter with him by my side.
