Page 14 of Vow to Corrupt You
“Baby, please—”
“Enough,” Nikos’s dark tone from behind makes me shudder. I don’t see it, but he must’ve signaled to his man again because he promptly puts the tape back on Claudio’s mouth.
Nikos curves around me like a threat drawing nearer, halting before me. His hands still crossed on his back, his piercing gaze now meeting mine. “All he says are lies. He’s a coward who can’t take responsibility for his actions.”
“How did you know about this? All this…”
He inches closer, hovering over me. “I have eyes and ears everywhere, wicked one. I know everything.” He places his fingers under my jawline and tilts my head up. “Even that you wanted to give your virginity to him tonight.”
My heart skips a beat. I’m breathless. Scared. I move away from him, but a cold, hard wall presses against my back. His body traps mine, blocking any escape.
“Why did you take it off?” His voice is low—dangerously calm—as he grabs my hand, the one conspicuously bare of the engagement ring. His grip tightens just enough to make me wince.
My eyes flicker back up to meet his, dark and intense, anger brewing within them. I don’t have a reply because he knows why.
“You’re a bad girl,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “Never take it off again.”
His hand leaves mine, but the ache lingers. He brushes a strand of hair from my neck, revealing the hickey he left earlier today. My skin tingles where his fingers trail, but it’s not a pleasant sensation. It’s a possessive claim that fuels my hatred for this man.
His focus lingers on the mark as his finger glides over it. “This,” he pauses, his gaze rising to mine, “is to remind you that you’re mine.”
I feel his touch—the touch of the leather fabric—moving from my neck to my waist, roaming over my body with a sense of ownership that makes my skin crawl. With a sinister smirk curling his lips, he slides his fingertips up my inner thigh, deliberately slow as if making sure Claudio can follow every move.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out as a breathless whisper.
“If the mark on your skin or the ring I gave you isn’t enough for you to remember who you belong to,” his lips brush against my ear, “then I’ll show it to you.”
His head cocks, teeth grazing over his bottom lip. He slides off the leather glove from his right hand so slowly, and in the next moment, slides that same bare hand underneath the fabric of my short dress. I swallow. I swallow hard. My heart keeps racing in my chest like a trapped bird, desperately fluttering its wings to escape. In fact, I do feel like a trapped bird myself, except I’m too weak—both physically and mentally—to escape. Once again, it feels like I have lost control over my body. As if I’m unable to move. Frozen. I lean against the wall for support. I can hear my own heavy breath, feel my chest expanding and contracting.
“What…” I suck in a sudden breath at Nikos’s possessive touch between my thighs. His warm fingertips skim over the lacy fabric of my thong, and I shudder. A heat wave rushes through me, and between my legs, my muscles tense. For a moment, I lose myself in his sinful eyes.
“Hmpf.” My attention drifts toward Claudio. His muffled protests intensify the sensation, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The jealousy painting his face is searing. Yet why does it give me satisfaction when I should be furious at him?
“Eyes on me, wicked one,” a husky growl rings in my ears, and my focus shifts back to Nikos. I drown in his dark, dangerous gaze, so full of desire.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip while his fingertips trace maddening circles through the nearly nonexistent, thin, lacy fabric between my thighs.
I can’t deny it is a type of twisted revenge for my boyfriend’s betrayal, but it’s also strangely satisfying. Intoxicating. But then my gaze falls on the men around the bed, and a rush of unease surges through me. They’re all here. Though their gazes are averted, they know exactly what he’s doing. I snap myself out of the fleeting delirium, the dangerous spell he had me under, even if only for a moment.
Then why does my body shiver in pleasure like this?
Why do I… crave it?
I hate myself for that. I struggle to suppress the moans his teasing touch causes, utterly torn between the building pleasure and guilt.
“Wicked one,” Nikos smirks, forcing his thumb to my mouth. He leans in, feathering his lips over my ear, “Only I will see you come, and you will beg me for that when it’s time. You are my little plaything.” His wet thumb traces my bottom lip, moistening it.
Plaything. Now, I hate myself even more. I hate myself for letting him touch me. Even more for allowing his touch to have such an effect on me. For not stopping this madness first. And I hate him. How I hate him. Oh, dear God, the same God he claims abandoned me the moment he decided to take possession of me, I beg You to help me escape this obsessive, sick madman.
“In your dreams,” I scoff, pushing him away, but he’s too strong.
“You belong to me,” Nikos angles his head and turns my face, demanding eye contact. “And I will make sure you never forget it again. If you let another man touch you, I will kill him. Remember that.”
The fear twists in my stomach. I realize with this sinking feeling of dread that there’s no escape from him—not now, not ever.
He moves back, releasing his grip, and I gasp for air.
“You’re an obsessive, possessive, twisted psycho,” I hiss.
