Page 35 of Vow to Corrupt You
“What were you doing?” I ask, dazed by the sight of his toned abs, though it’s pretty obvious.
“Boxing.” His tone couldn’t be blunter, but his exposed chest, moving in the rhythm of his labored breaths, causes a flush to creep up my cheeks.
“I…” I try to tear my gaze away from the canvas of tattoos inked on his broad torso. Skulls wreathed in smoke, their sockets like black voids, stare back at me. It looks deadly and dreadful, like a sight straight from Hell itself. But it’s not the tattoo that scares and attracts me. It’s the body beneath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would be naked,” I blurt, hypnotized by the frame of muscles before my eyes. “Well, almost naked.”
A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Darling, I’m your husband. You can see me like this anytime you want.”
A wave of something I can’t decipher surges through my body. Something that makes me hot. If I were wearing panties, they’d be wet, but my body is only covered with a silky robe.
“I can come back later,” I barely mutter. “You were about to shower.”
“Yes. Join me.” His rough voice freezes every nerve in my body, halting my departure. His ambiguous offer sets them aflame.
“That’s not… necessary.”
His head tilts in that challenging, amused way that I’ve seen him do before. “It wasn’t a request.”
His gaze locks onto mine with a deliriously devilish glint that makes me swallow hard. He unties the drawstring of his boxers, and as they fall to his feet, a heatwave rushes between my thighs. My cheeks are burning, and I try to avert my gaze from his thick, long, and hard shaft. I find myself nibbling on my bottom lip as he slowly walks toward me, revving up my heartbeat much like he revs up the horsepower of his Lamborghini.
“We won’t need that,” he murmurs, loosening the knot of the silky belt wrapped around my waist.
My body quivers when he grasps the fabric of my robe, his fingers grazing my skin as he does. Wait, I can feel his touch, his bare skin against mine. That means… he’s not wearing the gloves. My gaze follows his hands, deliberately pushing the fabric down my arms. My vision gets a little bit hazy from the way his skin skims across mine, but I see his hands are perfect, unmarked.
“Why are you always wearing the gloves?” I breathe out, intoxicated by the rush of his touch, his naked body so close to mine.
“I don’t like to feel,” he lets the robe pool on the floor, and I feel exposed and vulnerable. At his mercy. Exactly how he vowed to have me, and it’s unsettling how exciting it feels.
“Feel?” I swallow, hesitantly meeting his gaze. It’s dark and full of lust.
“Anything.”
His vague reply and numb tone send my mind into overdrive. Perhaps the scars he hides are more than just physical. A dozen questions run through my head, clouded by the way his gaze roams down my naked body. The way his breath heaves and slows, the chilly darkness in his eyes giving way to burning desire.
“Come,” he commands, and I follow him with no question.
He leads me to the en-suite bathroom connected to his bedroom and opens the glass shower door. I hesitate before stepping in, my heart racing with anticipation. Clinging to the shower door, I watch him trap us in this glass cage. Though the shower is enormous, it feels too small to be enclosed with someone like Nikolaos Romano, whose presence alone consumes all the air in the room. The stream of cool water cascades down on our bodies, doing nothing to quench the fire raging within. My gaze drops down, tracing the way the waterdrops trail the contours of his muscles. It’s a sight I could watch all day long.
A soft moan escapes at the sensation of his warm lips planting a hungry kiss on my chilled skin. I feel him sucking and caressing with his tongue, like the first time when he left a hickey on my neck. Maybe he’s branding me again. Marking me as if the ring on my finger or the tattoo on my collarbone didn’t scream, “I belong to Nikolaos Romano” already. But now, I can’t bring myself to care. I’m too drunk on the intoxication of this moment; of the two of us naked in this shower.
“Touch me,” I whimper, coming undone from the way his lips overpower my body while he hasn’t touched me since we stepped inside the shower.
He pulls away, the sudden absence of his teasing kisses and bites leaving my pebbled nipples aching for more, and the muscles between my thighs constricting with need.
“No.” Something dangerously close to a smile tugs at his insanely tempting lips. I meet his gaze, my own eyes smoldering with want. “You touch me.”
“Touch you?” I swallow the flutter in my belly.
The grin on his face grows, turning more mischievous. He grabs my wrist and places my hand on very large cock. My cheeks must flush the deepest shade of crimson, but I can’t deny the thrill that courses through my veins.
“You haven’t touched a man like this before, have you?” His teeth graze his bottom lip.
“N-no…” I clear my throat, savoring the feeling of his arousal in my palm. “Never.”
His hand overlaps mine, guiding my movements and pace. I watch, mesmerized, as his muscles tense with each stroke. The sounds of his growls awakens desires I never knew I had.
“Show me how…” I’m too embarrassed to finish the sentence, yet too aroused to stop. I didn’t think this would be so incredibly hot, but God, the way he’s coming undone because of me, my touch, I have never experienced something so mutually satisfying.
“Don’t worry, wicked one,” his voice drips with lust, “I’ll teach you.”
