Page 82 of Hostile Vows
I retch.
My eyes stream.
My sopping wet pussy aches to be filled by him.
And then my phone vibrates from the nightstand.
His back tenses. His hips freeze and he slowly withdraws so his saliva-coated dick wallops his stomach. The fingers in my hair unravel the tortured strands and he lunges for the device.
“Who the fuck is Liam, and why is he calling you?” I don’t move. Panic scurries over me like an infestation of ants. “Look at me, Sin. Who is this joker?”
Our gazes fuse while the screen glows in his hand. André swallows, his throat moving with sinew and strength.
“I know him from back home.”
“Know him?”
“Yeah… we used to—”
“Fuck?” André inhales sharply after he interrupts me. “He fucked my wife and now he’s calling you out of the blue?”
I blink up at him. “It was last year. I wasn’t that into him. We’re friends now. That’s all.”
He shoves it into my hand, his nostrils flaring. “Answer the call, Sin. On speaker.”
My insides quiver at his command. The oddest look contorts his beautiful features until they’re stricken with evil.
“Liam?” I say coolly, wishing he’d hung up. “Why are you calling me?”
“Nice,” he chuckles in response. “It’s great to hear from you too.”
While Liam speaks, André presses two fingers to my solar plexus and pushes me onto the mattress. I’m flat on my ass, watching him straddle my pelvis.
“I thought I’d find out how the daddy bonding was working out for you?”
André’s spine stiffens and his brow creases. His jaw twitches as his hand moves to the base of his dick, where it stands at attention like a vicious warrior. Our gazes never part. My core quivers as he quietly punishes the length with a tight fist.
“It’s… fine. All good. Look… I’m in the middle of something right now. Umm… like I said before… I won’t be home anytime soon…”
“Tell me about him? I mean… we practically lived together for a year, and you never mentioned him.”
I suck in a ragged breath when André growls from deep within his chest.
“What the fuck was that?” Liam asks.
“I have to go.”
“Wait… please… I miss you…”
André sits back on his heels, confidence rippling through his movements as he continues to strangle his erection before me. “My wife can’t speak to you right now; she’s busy.” His gravelly timbre sends shock waves through me, building illicit lust in my core.
For a split second, Liam is silent; all I hear is the chafing of my husband's hand and his heavy breathing.
“Wife… what the fuck, Sinéad?” Liam sounds utterly bamboozled. “You’remarried?”
Wicked perversion curls the corners of André’s mouth and white teeth trap his bottom lip. As disturbed as it is, my skin is hotter than it has ever been, and the fast rhythm of his tattooed hand matches the rapid tempo of my beating heart. My core is drenched and craving a release.
“Yeah, she’s taken. One hundred percent claimed. Off-limits. Mine.” The instant André discloses our union, he shoots his cum, hard and fast, all over my breasts.
