Page 56 of Mended Oath

Catching me off guard, she retreats off my body. I go to sit up, but she shakes her head, pushing me back without words. She stands at the end of the bed, shimmying out of the panties and taking off my shirt. Standing in the nude, I admire the woman before me. Her soft skin marred with scars equate to perfection. The slightly lighter skin shows where she was tormented, where her biggest nightmares stem from. Scars of survival. The soft ridges of where her stomach isn’t fully flat, the little bumps on her thighs and ass from where she’s got a bit of fat that make me want to eat her whole. Staring at this gorgeous woman, I adore every flaw and imperfection, because it shows that she’s perfect for me. The growth she’s made since I found her in the safe house, drunk and lonely, on the brink of leaving me in this world alone. The weight she’s gained from finally being healthy shows, and I couldn’t be more proud. I couldn’t ask for anyone better for me than her.

She crawls up my body, tugging on the waistband to my boxers. I lift my hips slightly, helping her. Biting her lip, she tugs them off my body and tosses them into the pile on the floor. I watch her as she gazes at my erection, a hand softly wrapping around the base, and a tightening in my stomach causes my dick to twitch..

“Nat, you don’t have to,” I stutter, trying to keep her from doing something she may not want to actually do.

“Just relax,” she purrs. I force myself to lay back for her to do as she pleases. Seeming satisfied with my obeying, she slowly strokes me over. My hands grip the sheets below work, my control being held back by a thin string. I watch her intently, the view of her on her with my dick in her hand sends another spike of lust through me. Her tongue darts out, licking the head of my cock slowly.

“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes threaten to shut, but I force myself to watch as she opens her hot mouth and puts me inside. My hips snap up involuntarily, a gagging sound emanates through the room as I hit the back of her throat. I open my mouth to apologize, but the look she gives me tells me otherwise. The little vixen. Tangling my hands into her hair and bringing my knees up, I pump into her mouth slowly at first. A whimper falls from her as she meets my gaze with teary eyes and saliva starting to coat us both. The vision in front of me forces my control to snap completely.

Snapping my hips forward, I pump into her mouth in quick succession. She moans and gags against me, and I watch her hand drop to her clit. Yanking her hair back and using it as leverage, I pull her up to me. She goes to straddle me, but I motion for her to turn around. Complying easily, she hovers her pussy over my face, slowly dropping her dripping heat onto my mouth.

Taking my cock back in her mouth, I feast on this beautiful clit. Holding her hips down, she tries to tip forward away from my assault with no success. I squeeze her lush ass in my hands, relishing in the feel of them fitting perfectly in my grasp.

Over and over, I spell her name, my name and what the future might look like on her clit, sending her over the edge of oblivion. My cock still in her mouth, she screams her release. The vibrations force me over the edge with her, my cum forcing its way down her throat.

“Shit, come here,” I hiss, pushing her hips off me and kissing her aggressively. Her dripping pussy hovers over my wet cock, both of them begging for another go. My cock doesn’t deflate at all, still hard as a rock, standing fully ready for her to sink down over me.

That’s exactly what she does.

Laying her hands on my chest, her nails dig into my chest. Positioning her heat over me, she slowly drops down, stopping only when she’s filled to the hilt. We both mumble curses of satisfaction, the feeling of her pussy feels phenomenal.

Positioning her legs up, she begins to bounce on me. Gripping her hips, I help guide her. Cries of delight stream out of her, chants of both my name and how good I feel ricochet off the walls. I can see the turning point in her, where she’s able to bring herself to the edge, but unable to push herself over it. Grabbing her hands, I pull her upper half down so we are chest to chest. Bringing my knees back up, I hold her ass for support. Pulling out, I slam my cock into her tightness, groaning in appreciation as she squeezes the life out of me.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cries, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks as I take her over and over again.

“That’s right, baby, cum all over my cock,” I growl. Reaching over a bit more, I take a bit of her juices and bring my finger over her ass. Rimming my finger over her tight hole, she coos at the feeling of the tease. I don’t push in yet, but I keep circling it as she gets closer and closer to jumping over the edge. She sits right at the brink with me, and when I slowly dip my finger in, that’s all it takes to push her over.

“Oh god,” she screams, detonating on top of me. The harsh squeezing of her pussy on my cock sends tingles down my back and spirals me into my own orgasm. Ropes of cum coat her walls as she meets me thrust for thrust, prolonging both of our releases.

After a moment, we both stop, gasping for air.

“Don’t ever talk about leaving me again. Do you understand me, Natalia Raisa O’Connor? If I ever catch you thinking about ditching me, I won’t hesitate to tie you to the bed and make you remember who you belong to,” I growl into her ear. Her breath hitches as she clamps over me.

“Is that a promise or a threat?” She purrs, biting my lower lip.

“Both.” Sending a resounding smack. I dip my hips down, only to bring them back up into her.

“Again?” She mutters against my lips, a smile stretching across both our faces.

“I plan to mark you as mine over and over again tonight, Mrs. O’Connor. You’ll barely remember your first name when I’m done with you, and if you can walk straight in the morning, it’ll be a miracle.”

Chapter forty

Natalia

AmonthafterDmitrimentioned he wanted to take his rightful spot in the business, I’ve decided it’s time to tell them what I feel. I’m sitting in the living room when Declan walks in, Dmitri and Ansleigh following close behind. Finn and Skylar agreed to watch the girls so that we could talk, but my nerves are starting to get the best of me. I cross my legs on the large white sectional as Declan takes the seat next to me, Dmitri and Ansleigh taking the one across from me. The looks on their faces indicate their confusion.

“So, I’m sure you’re wondering why I had you guys fly out here,” I say, looking between the two of them. They nod, and I take a deep breath before continuing, “I didn’t think this should be discussed over the phone. It’s too important, so face to face was the only option for us. As you know, Declan and I have no heir. We will not have an heir due to the trauma that our father put me through. Having an heir isn’t an option for us. Even if I decided to stay as the head of the weapons, I would have no one to pass it down to.” Declan places his hand on my thigh, squeezing reassuringly. I place my hand over his and slip him a small grateful smile. Tears well in my eyes as I try to force myself to keep going, ready to get this off my chest.

“I’m willing to let you take your rightful place as heir, underonecondition.” My eyes find Dmitri and he raises his eyebrow, curiosity peaked.

“What’s the condition?” He asks, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees, fingers clasped. Taking a shaky breath, I meet his gaze.

“When they turn twenty-three, we ask that Harlow and Sutton inherit not only the Belov Empire, but the O’Connor Empire as well.” I fold my hands in my lap, keeping my voice neutral and surprisingly steady.

“That’s surprising coming from you,” Ansleigh says after a moment of silence. I know she’s referring to everything I’ve been put through. It hurts to know that this is what my life has come to, but it’s also a blessing because the Belov empire needs its rightful heir.

“Trust me, no one was more surprised than me.” I give her a small smile, glancing over at Declan sadly. “It took several sleepless nights for me to really identify what it was I wanted. I went over the pros and cons, reason after reason, and I made the final decision because I know that Dmitri will be a better teacher for the girls. He’s not going to shoot them or put them through unnecessary torture. Dmitri isn’t going to take his frustrations out on his girls. I have no doubt in my mind that this is the right decision for all of us. I want the girls to have the ability to flourish, beat out every man that tells them they’re not good enough because they don’t have a dick between their legs. Plus, I will be around to train them as well, so they still get Aunt Na and Uncle D.” There was a brief pause from everyone as my words sank in.

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