Page 44 of Deceptive Vows

I still can’t get over how perfect she is. The only differences between us being in Mexico and tonight are that she doesn’t smell like death and the moonlight shining down on her skin is mine.

Not hers in the land of her father.

“What are we doing?” she asks.

“What do you think we’re doing, Malyshka? I told you we’d be finishing what we started this morning.”

She doesn’t answer, but the tremor in her hands is all I need to see to know how afraid she is. Her body is humming with fear.

That’s not enough to stop me from taking what I want. I feed off fear and crave it.

Pain, however, is something else entirely.

The pain in her eyes does something to me I never expected. Seeing it right in front of me instead of through the lens of a camera has more of an impact on me, and nothing usually does, because it grips me.

My fucking mouth is watering to taste her, and arousal is clawing through me, begging me to claim her.

But… the pain I witness tamps down the desire of the villain in me and beckons to the parts of me that are still human.

I want to fuck her and get the fantasy out of my system, but I don’t want to take her like this.

When I take her, I want to be the master of her body, not fear or pain.

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to act like a saint and do nothing. Definitely not after the taste I had of her.

I have no shortage of things to teach my virgin bride.

There are plenty of things to train her in.

“Lie on the bed and spread your legs for me,” I tell her. Her eyes dart nervously back to the bed.

She looks like she wants to say something but thinks better of it.

Good girl.She’s learning quickly to obey and not defy me.

Bringing her hands together, she gets back on the bed, and a spike of heat ignites low in my gut.

I turn the light brighter so I can get a good look at the beauty as she lies back on the stack of pillows and spreads her legs for me.

I swear I see heaven when I rivet my eyes to her pretty, pink pussy and trail my gaze up the length of her body.

Everything about her begs me to touch her. From the silkiness of her skin to the ripe peaks of her delicious mounds.

So, I do, appeasing my hunger for her.

I position myself between her legs, and I commend her for not taking her eyes off me.

She shouldn’t. It’s not smart to take your eyes off a predator. That’s the moment you get caught in his trap and he’ll fuck you over forever.

I move to the side of her neck and press my lips to skin softer than I imagined. Filling my hands with her breasts, I squeeze and roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

When I kiss my way down to her breasts and take her left nipple into my mouth, a low moan slips past her lips. It’s a helpless sound speaking of her inner battle to resist the pleasure I know I’m giving her.

I suck harder and start alternating from one breast to the other, unleashing a chorus of ecstatic moans she tries to force back yet fails miserably.

I give her a wicked smile she hates. As she moves her hand to cover her mouth, I grab it and pin her hands above her head.

“Fucking stop acting like you don’t like what I’m doing to you,” I grate out.