Page 57 of Captive Vows
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” I couldn’t catch my breath, feeling split in two by the most thrilling sensation ever.
He withdrew, watching my face before he slammed all the way back in.
“Oh, fuck!” I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. Only those brief shouts. Watching me all the while, he withdrew and pushed right back in, setting up a dizzying rhythm that had me hurtling too quickly to an intense orgasm.
Relief waited just right there. Bliss was within reach. Ecstasy would be mine.
“Come.” He gritted his teeth, seeming ready to shoot his load in me. “Come for me, Gabriella.”
I nodded, accepting his wet kisses up along my throat as he ravaged me with his hard dick. Like a sword plunged in and out without a break, he coaxed me closer and closer to letting go.
“Gabriella. Come for me!” He tightened his fingers on my hands that he’d thrust up over my head.
I wanted to. I was right there. Under him and full of his hardness, I couldn’t even think of anything else.
When he lowered his lips to mine again, sucking on my tongue as he whipped his hips faster, I was done for. I was gone.
Soaring then drowning, all in the same intense moment, I came. Unlike when he’d gone down on me, there was no recovering from this. I screamed, only to be muffled by his lips. I bucked, arching up to meet him, just to feel every sinful second of him making me climax.
I came—just for him.
My hero. But also my captor.
My savior. But also my enemy.
Luka. He’d taken my virginity because I’d asked him to distract me and make me forget how he’d ruthlessly murdered men who wanted me dead.
Sinking under the weight of such utter bliss, I braced for him as he followed after me. With two more deep, hard, pounding thrusts that would no doubt leave me bruised, he came. His dick twitched deep inside me as he flooded my womb. His thighs tightened as he lay over me with all of his weight. His arms shook as he kept my hands high up above my head. Plastered over me, he gave me a chance to experience the all-body sensation of his orgasm as he groaned then rolled.
Holding me close so I’d drape over him, he exhaled a long, hard breath that fluffed my hair off my face. I couldn’t care. I couldn’t move. So spent and sated, I could only lie there, limp and numb from bliss and a kind of gratitude I’d never felt before.
Because I wasn’t alone.
I couldn’t be ever again after knowing what it was like to be with him like this. He’d taken my virginity and stamped himself on my soul, to always be connected and remind me that at least physically, I belonged to him now.
21
LUKA
Sleeping in with a woman was a leisure and luxury that I never allowed myself. Even when Maria was alive and we were newlyweds in love, there was always something for me to hurry off to. That was the nature of being the Dubinin boss. There was no shortage of some type of dilemma or problem to solve, some kind of argument or fight to referee. Work was just there, always waiting for me. In the beginning, when I was younger, I was expected to be more hands-on more frequently than I was now. Now, my men could handle everything. I trusted them all. Even for the bloodbath left at the theater, I could count on the Dubinin forces to handle it and clean it up.
Still, waking up next to Gabriella was different.
Shewas different.
What I was trying to do with her was different. Because in any other ordinary way, I should’ve treated her just like any other woman, a common, no-strings-attached fling to dismiss once I was through with her and had taken her.
She stirred, as if the weight of my stare was enough to rouse her. Rolling over, she blinked her eyes open until she gazed at me.
I waited for her reaction.
I’d killed men in front of her last night.
I’d also taken her virginity.
But it was a guessing game which would’ve made more of an impact on her in the light of this new morning.
She didn’t give me a reaction, though, merely watching me calmly and meeting eye contact levelly.
