Page 73 of Vengeful Vows

He’s right that he’s a bastard all the way to the bone.

Dying of embarrassment, I play with my nipples.

“The way I was doing it,” he instructs as he kneels on the floor between my legs.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but I frantically blink them open again when he grasps my hips and draws me toward his mouth.

I can’t let him do this…won’tlet him do this.

“Look at me.”

I’m mesmerized though I don’t want to be.

He draws two fingers into his mouth and gets them damp before spreading my pussy. With a gentle touch of his thumb, he skims my clit.

Hesitation is replaced by a dance of seduction as old as time.

As he’s done before, he slides a fingertip inside me. This time he goes a little deeper, making me inhale desperately.

“Tell me again that you don’t want me.”

I attempt to draw my thighs together, but he ruthlessly forces them back apart.

He licks me, plays with me, leaving my pussy weeping and my clit throbbing in demand.

I hate this, I tell myself, even as I try to inch closer to him.

“That’s it.” He licks between my folds, and I tip my head back. “Surrender to your husband.”

His words should jar me back to the present, but they don’t.

My life has become a stressful nightmare, but the promise of a climax makes everything that is truly awful between us fall aside.

In this moment, I am simply a woman, and he is a man.

“Your man,”he says as if reading my mind.

With fervor, he consumes me.

“Keep playing with your nipples.”

My head thrashes back and forth, and I’m overtaken with a burning need to come. “Nico!”

“No,” he forbids, raising his head to stare up at me.

In frustration, I clamp my lips together.

Standing, he scoops me from the dresser and places me in the middle of the floor, and the remnants of my dress fall to my feet.

“I want to see every part of my gift.”

Embarrassment crawls up my face, and twin streaks of red have to be settling there.

“Now put your hands behind your neck and stick your chest out.”

As I do so, he circles me slowly.

“Exquisite.”