Page 49 of His Vicious Vow
The hand around my throat pulls me away from him. I moan from the loss. He lets go and I fall in a boneless heap onto the bed. An eyebrow goes up as he leans over me, his hands on either side of my head, trapping me with him all around me. I love it. Lowering his head I open my mouth for his but the damn man moves at the last moment and his mouth is at my ear.
Hot air blows over me making me shiver. “It’s been eight days since I was inside your pretty pussy, two hundred and thirteen hours I’ve spent in agony for you. Three days of trailing behind you while you roamed this city desperate to hide from the fact as beautiful as it is you didn’t want to be here—at least not without me.”
Stupidly, I try to shake my head in a lie.
Hard teeth bite into the fleshy part of my ear. I yelp from the pain. I’m shocked at the way my nipples harden and my core floods. “Definitely due for more punishment. At least I can see you lie to not just those around you but to yourself. That stops now, no lying—I don’t like it.”
He sucks the part he bit and it goes right to my core all over again. My hips come up in desperate need for him inside me.
“You are so fucking gorgeous I’m fighting not to come all over you right now. That won’t do, my dear wife. I need to save every drop of come for your pussy. The better to seed you. If you weren’t pregnant before—you will be before we land in Vegas.” It’s a vow of intent, of possession.
The words are so dirty and so damn wrong. I can’t believe the anger I felt at his intent to get me pregnant has evaporated yet the fear remains, fear I can’t ignore. “Why?”
His hand around my throat tightens as he pulls back to look deep into my eyes. “There is a theory that everything that will happen has already happened. That we were already here in this room halfway around the world the day we first met. Maybe it’s why I recognized you as mine without a word spoken. I honestly don’t know if I believe in the theory. Because I’m not going to take a chance of you getting away from me. Our baby girl will tie us together forever. No matter how far you go, how much time has passed our lives will entwine the same way our blood does within our daughter.”
I melt at the way he says it again—he wants a little girl. Sandro will never tell our daughter he wished she was a boy. He will never tell her she’s not good enough for him to love her unconditionally. There is no doubt he will protect her and love her with everything in him. Guilt fills me for getting the shot. I push it down. I did what I needed to do. It’s only for ninety days, I’ll never get another shot. My lips press together to keep the admission in. I have no doubt in my mind Sandro would be pissed and I don’t want to ruin this moment. Instead, I nod, giving into his demand.
The way he grins down at me is wicked. “I’m also looking forward to all of you getting bigger and rounder.” He cups a breast, his thumb playing over a tight nipple. “Especially these gorgeous tits.”
There’s more, I’m certain I have more questions. They all disappear when he runs his tongue over my nipple before taking it into his hot, wet mouth. Words are too hard until his hand is gone from around my neck, instantly I miss it. His chuckle washes over my heated skin. “My dirty little wife loves spankings and my hand around your throat, good because I will give you everything you need.”
But the bastard lets me go. I watch as he stands. He is so freaking beautiful. I’m expecting him to strip—I’m looking forward to it. Once again he surprises me by taking something out of his pocket.
I blink and he’s back on the bed beside me. He grips my left wrist in his hand then slides a ring on my ring finger. Holy freaking crap! It’s enormous. An oval emerald is surrounded by diamonds. They aren’t simple oval diamonds—they’re in the shape of a heart. “Sandro, I love it.”
He catches my chin to guide my eyes back up to his. “There it is. When you’re happy those green eyes of yours match the emerald.”
Sometimes he can be so sweet. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my dear wife. Since you’ll never take your ring off, it must be something you love.”
The words are on the tip of my tongue, they almost slip out but Sandro’s mouth is on mine before I say it. I will tell him later I promise myself. It will be easier to say I love him after we make love. I’m certain of it. All thought disappears as his mouth roams over my neck licking, sucking teasing me before roaming down to my desperate for his mouth breast.
His tongue flicks over a tight, aching nipple as he sucks deep. “More, please suck harder.” I plead.
Like last time Sandro doesn’t listen to my pleas, if anything his tongue becomes lighter as he allows my breast to fall from his mouth before moving to my other breast. I fight not to scream, more, I need more.
My hands slide into his silky hair, loving the freedom to touch him at last. This time I do scream when his mouth is gone. He stands again. I’m panting, desperate for air in starving lungs.
Sliding his belt from around his waist, “Give me your hands. You touch me and I fight not to come without being inside you. I’m going to need as much help as I can get to give you all the pleasure I didn’t give you the first time.”
I put my hands together and offer them to him. His smile reaches into my chest and squeezes until it hurts. He ties the belt around my wrists before securing them to the intricate carved headboard.
With a growl he’s there between my legs. Oh god, I don’t know how I managed to forget him slapping my mound but with the way he falls on me I’m reminded as his hot mouth roams over the even hotter, sensitive, swollen with need flesh.
I have to be a freak for loving the way the pain twists into pleasure so immense for a moment I wonder if I came without him anywhere near my clit. Sandro groans and the vibrations combined with his tongue roaming over me sends my hips up for more.
Rough hands grip my hips tight, holding me in place as he cruelly teases me by running his tongue over the seam of my lower lips—up, down again and again before roaming over my mound to suck deep before beginning the torture again. Finally, two fingers open me to him. He devours me as if he were starving.
Deep so deep I can’t believe it’s his tongue—I’m sure it’s his fingers except the velvet tells me I’m wrong. The sound of how wet I am echoes around me. In the back of my mind, I’m wondering if I should be ashamed. Yet his pleasure won’t allow it. It’s all for him, he moans as he replaces his tongue with two thick fingers.
“Yes, please, Sandro. It’s only for you. I need you inside me.” I beg him.
I’m rewarded by his tongue covering my clit before sucking deep at the same time the fingers find that beautiful spot and rub. I break apart into a thousand pieces and surface floating on waves of pleasure. Only I’m not allowed to float for long, those fingers have moved from that spot and are pushing inside me.
“Tight, so fucking tight.” Sandro groans as he fucks me with those fingers.
“I want your cock, not your fingers.” I moan.