Page 35 of His Vicious Vow
My hips rock against him, pleading for what I need but can’t find the words for. He presses his hard cock into the heart of me sending me out of my mind with need. I groan as he moves down my body his mouth hot and hungry as it roams over me, at my neck again then my breast, over my stomach then he’s kissing my mons. My thighs fly open for him, for his tongue, for more of the pleasure he gave me last time.
Except this isn’t like last time. Last time he was hungry yet gentle, searching yet sweet—until he wasn’t and I loved it. This time Sandro is taking everything he learned about what I loved and using it against me. His tongue is still velvet but it’s velvet over iron. Taunting, evil, cruel, his tongue is every word and so much more. Heaven, ecstasy, divine and I swear I take back everything bad I thought about him. Whatever it takes so he never stops.
Two fingers are inside me again, this time my body doesn’t fight them. Except oh, ouch they don’t fit. No. Oh fuck. Tell him to stop.
I open my mouth to tell him but he’s already turned his wrist and found that spot. His mouth teases my swollen clit for seconds yet it feels like an eternity before he sucks and I slam into waves of pleasure.
I’m floating when I feel scalding silk over iron sliding along my lower lips, up then down. Oh no. “No!” I press a hand against his chest.
He wraps his hand around my throat, holding me in place as his mouth crashes down on mine. “Yes, you little liar.” The tip of his cock slips barely inside me, running up then down over my clit sending my head back in agony when it slides down again. “Your body isn’t lying. Your pussy is clenching tight again and again. I feel it. Because it feels empty. Your pussy craves my cock. It’s biology my dear wife.”
No, no please no. I fight for the words. Their trapped in my throat.
“Yes, your pussy craves my cock. It longs to feel me inside you. Do you know what else it longs for? My seed to give you our first of many daughters. Don’t worry, my dear wife, I will give you everything your body craves. My cock and come until my come spills down to your ass. And you will hate losing a single drop. But don’t worry I will be inside you so often you will even when I’m not you will not feel empty because my cock will brand you from inside.”
It's filthy, disgusting—what he’s saying. What the words are doing to me, turning me inside out until I don’t recognize myself. I hate him. I swear I do but god my body doesn’t. Especially when he runs the tip of his cock over my clit again. Yet my mind fights for control. “I don’t want to get pregnant. You said…”
His hand goes under my chin squeezing my cheeks painfully as he forces my eyes to his.
“That was before, my dear wife. Before you thought you could escape me by going out the window of your room. There is no escaping me, escaping us. Our children will ensure you cannot. With every glance at their face you will see me, us in them. I am only giving you what your body longs for, the proof so every man and woman can see your pussy is only for my cock and my come. Everyone will see I am yours the same way you are mine.”
I hate he’s right, his dirty words are twisting me up with longing for what he promises. But it doesn’t outweigh my fear so I try to push him away but fucking hell he’s a brick wall covered in hot silk. Relief fills me as he lets me go and goes up on his knees. Only to watch as he grasps his cock, runs it along the seam of me, and begins pushing into me.
I’m shaking my head, words are failing me.
“You can take me, piccolina. Your pretty pussy might be tight but I’ll fit. Take my cock like the good girl I know you can be.” It’s an order, a demand. He surges inside me with a force that sends air out of me in a cry of pain.
Sandro goes still, a hand comes down beside my head, the other hand goes around my throat. “How the fuck are you—I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
I shake my head. “Get off me!”
“It’s too late for that, my dear wife, much too late.”
CHAPTER 13
Sandro
This woman. I want to tighten my grip around her neck except it’s more likely to make her come than punish her the way I want to. She fucking lied to me. Carina knew I thought she had previous lovers. She didn’t tell me I was wrong the way she should have.
Christ, every cell in my body is desperate to come. I’m seeing stars as I fight my body especially because her tight pussy becomes a fucking vise as it resents me buried deep. If I’d known, I would have gone slower and made her come a few more times before thrusting inside her half-gone with need. As badly as I want to pull out, I want her body to stop fighting me before I do or I doubt she’ll ever let me inside her again.
“You bastard.” She whimpers as her hand goes up to slap me again.
I let go of her throat to grab her wrist and send it back to the bed above her head. When I try to kiss her quiet she turns her head. “No!”
Anger sends my mouth down on her neck to show her what a filthy little liar she is. It takes less than twenty seconds before her whimpers of no become my name. I pull out and the brat’s lie of a no is betrayed by her legs wrapping around my waist to keep me inside her. I reward her with a slow grinding into her clit as I thrust back into her.
“Oh god. Oh god.” She whispers.
“Not god, piccolina, Sandro. Say it, say my name. Who feels like the other half of you?” I demand.
“You, you, Sandro. Please, don’t stop. More. I can take more.” Carina begs.
“That’s my good girl. I’m your god now. Pray to me and I’ll give you everything you want and need. Especially when it’s more of my cock inside your pussy filling you full of my come. I’m going to keep you pregnant until you beg me to stop.”
Nothing in this world feels as good as Carina saying my name. She’s giving me her words all on her own. Not because she has to, because she wants to. She needs to.
Tight, so fucking tight, I pull out for seconds only to thrust back inside her, my cock hating to leave her tight heaven. Again and again I feed her sweet little pleas of need, of my name until thank god she comes with a cry of my name.