Page 24 of Hateful Vows

EIGHTEEN

IRINA

D ante kisses my brows and I feel more exposed and vulnerable than my naked state.

He removes his suit jacket and places it over my frame, buttoning it all the way down.

It covers just enough of my legs to walk the short distance between the hotel entrance and the car, but his men aren’t looking at us.

“Do not disturb us,” Dante barks at the chauffeur before closing the partition between the front and back.

Despite the two orgasms he wrung from me, I’m still high-strung and ready for more. I’m ravenous for his cock, for anything he will give. I try to ignore the promise of fucking me in his bed and forcing me to sleep in it, but a little part of me is delighted he wants me there.

I haven’t even checked his room at the penthouse.

I thought if I kept him at arm’s length and didn’t know anything of substance about him, I wouldn’t fall.

But then I met his mother, I met Francisco, and I see how carefree and warm he can be with his men.

I should not find him endearing, but Dante smiles freely, he gives everything he has, makes jokes of every situation. His lack of seriousness is despicable.

And I adore it. Against my better judgement, obviously.

The car rocks us comfortably and I can’t wait.

I straddle my husband and consume him with my mouth.

Seeing someone else touch him has awoken a beast inside me I didn’t even know existed.

The need to claim him just as thoroughly as he claimed me in the elevator is a drug in my system.

I suck on his tongue before going to his neck and bruising him with my lips and hands.

“Are you marking me, vipera ?” he asks, voice low and seductive.

“In no world where I live will anyone not know you’re mine, Dante Ventura. I don’t share.”

He groans before an annoying smirk takes over. “Not even with your darling lyosha?”

The question throws me off, but I don’t let him see it.

I take hold of his jaw and kiss him again, whimpering when he thrusts his hips up.

The soft fabric of his trousers is the only thing separating us but as much as I want him to fuck me senseless, I want to be in control more.

His question is too close to my secrets for comfort.

I slide down and drop to my knees in between Dante’s thick thighs, opening the buttons of the jacket and letting him peek enough of my body to entice him.

My fingers deftly remove his belt as we lock eyes, nothing but pure carnal desire in between us.

And a spark of something else I will ignore for now.

Dante lifts his hips enough for me to drag his trousers and boxers down and release his engorged cock. It’s unfair how thick and pretty it is. And how much I want to suck his soul out of it, make sure he thinks of little else but me on my knees for him, taking him all down my throat.

The skin is velvet smooth in my hands. Just like the first time at our wedding, which seems ages ago, I’m the one with the power and he knows it. Yet the submissive act of being on my knees and worshipping him makes me feel dizzy with lust.

I lick his slit, tasting the masculine essence of him, and he hisses.

I pout, then smirk. “What’s wrong, dorogoy ?”

“What’s wrong is that I’m about to come ridiculously fast and I want to be buried in my wife’s mouth when I do it, but the snake is taking her time.”

His admission sends a wave of liquid heat through my blood, and has the desired effect.

I take the head of his cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around and sucking lightly while my hands cover the rest. Twisting, sucking and releasing.

A few times over until Dante pants above me, his eyes ablaze with the need to come.

His fists clench by his sides before he clamps a hand behind my neck and threads thick fingers through my hair. The pinpricks of pain at my scalp fuels my greed for him. I need more. I want more. I deserve more. A needy whimper escapes my lips.

“You like it, don’t you, vipera ? Being a perfect cockslut for the man you pretend to hate?”

My eyes roll back at his filthy words and I take more of him down my throat, gagging on his thick cock on my way down before coming up for air. But he doesn’t let me.

I snake a hand between my thighs where arousal drips down along my heated skin, and flick in tight circles. Dante chuckles darkly and the ominous sound will haunt my nightmares.

“Such a cock hungry slut. Who knew someone so cold would burn so fucking bright. Come on, sposa mia , be a good little whore and make yourself come while you choke on my dick.”

I’ve always been cold as a way to protect myself. Not that I can retort with my mouth full. Yet, Dante’s words aren’t ones that are meant to hurt and insult. There’s an edge of awe at being the one to witness the ice I’ve barricaded myself behind thaw.

I let the nails of my free hand rake on his thigh until he hisses in pain and I feel wetness underneath my fingers.

Letting go of his cock with a loud pop, I lick the bloody nails, the metallic taste bursting on my tongue. “Insult me again and see where it gets you, dorogoy ,” I threaten.

But I should know my husband isn’t easily intimidated, especially not by me. Dante laughs whole heartedly like I delight him. Then he kisses me, slanting his mouth over mine and tasting his own blood on my lips. “You’re insane. I love it,” he breathes as he tucks himself in. “Come on, we’re home.”

The door opens and cold air seeps through, making me shiver. When I get out of the car, Dante swoops me off my feet, bridal style, his trousers undone, looking disheveled with no care for decorum.

“Someone’s gonna see my arse!” I squeak.

“Look down,” he yells. “Anyone looks at my wife, they’ll be dead by morning.”

Everyone obeys and I giggle at the menace in his voice and the power he wields before I can catch myself. Dante’s mirrored smile is blinding. “She can laugh.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“I’d never dare.”

The walk to his bedroom is a blur, but when we enter, the levity disappears.

The air between us is charged with change and holds more weight than any moment we’ve ever shared during our short married life until this moment.

Dante deposits me in the middle of the room before switching a light on. The door remains ajar.

He’s larger than life. A man secure in who he is.

A housename. A don. A powerful businessman and a dangerous killer.

His ambitions and foresight, despite or maybe thanks to his jovial nature, are things I admire about him.

It helps that he looks like an ancient Roman God, all sculpted muscles and arrogant nose.

That golden cross with the red gems he never removes around his neck calls to me.

When he prowls towards me, I let myself admire him.

I never did until now. I averted my eyes, knowing if I did, I’d be Icarus with the sun.

After that much time in the dry cold of the Dobrev household, his warmth is something I crave.

It’s no wonder I’m melting at his feet. Especially when he looks at me like I’m the one he bows to.

Dante surprises me by kneeling, taking one of my feet and placing it on his knee to remove my heels.

A king at the feet of his queen where he belongs.

I might be the one choking on his cock, obeying his orders and coming with his sweet degradation in my ears.

But I’m the one in control. His slow measured movements are his way of showing me that I decide where we take this.

If I thought he would move fast like he did when we fucked on his desk, I was wrong. Dante knows exactly how much being here means. To me. To us. This isn’t a quick fuck to let go of some steam and frustration. This is a deliberate choice. It’s acceptance.

I swallow hard and step over the edge.

“Why don’t you close the door, Dante?”

He stands and frames my face, kissing my brow with a chaste kiss. It threatens to tear me apart, but the anticipation of what comes next bubbles inside me faster.

The loud sound of the lock engaging echoes between us. When my husband turns to face me, it’s a different man that seems to consume me with his eyes. The predator enters the arena and I’m all too happy to play the willing prey.

“On your knees.”

The words whip me into obedience and I drop down.

The wooden floor is cold, anchoring me to the present moment.

Dante unbuttons his shirt with agonising slowness and my mouth dries up at the pure masculine satisfaction that passes on his handsome face.

He got me where he wants me and won’t let me up until he’s got what I have to give. I’m his to use. And I will let him.

My mind empties from fear, real and imagined, from the anxiety of being taken advantage of, from the worries for my life and that of Aleksei. Nothing but the man in front of me and my willing, needy body matter.

“So fucking obedient when you want, vipera . It’s magnificent. You’re magnificent."

The praise slides across my skin like the most luxurious oil. My eyes flutter and my nipples pebble under the thick jacket. I start to remove it but Dante tsks.

“No. Seeing you on your knees for me, just in my clothes, wearing my ring…” He groans. “Fuck, it’s doing things to me, Irina.”

I part the lapels just enough to reveal my tits and the seductive chuckle of the man who seems to want me more than his next breath sends a shiver down my spine. I clasp my hands to my thighs and smile softly, a little loopy. It’s a feeling I never want to get out of.

“Stick out your tongue, Irina. You’re gonna be covered in my cum before I’m through with you tonight.”

I moan and nod absent-mindedly. It sounds exactly like what I need. Marked until my brain can’t tell me how worthless I am. The sole focus of his attention. The only one on his mind.

“Look at you, always so desperate,” he grunts then taps his thick cock onto my waiting tongue.

I watch, riveted, as he pulls on his cock over and over, thrusting into a tight fist with his eyes locked on my mouth.

My breath picks up with the rhythm of his hand.

We’re both desperate for his release. I sigh when his warm cum lands on my tongue, lips and chin, dripping to my chest. I’m licking the tip like a kitten who needs more, not wasting any drop.

Dante pants then kneels in front of me and kisses me with renewed fervour. His taste mingles between us but he doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m covered in him when he removes the jacket and fuses our bodies together.

I hold onto his shoulders, trying to get closer, deeper. My hands muss his hair as much as his pull at the roots of mine before reaching anywhere he can, like he can’t get enough.

“I need you,” I say in between rough kisses.

Dante lifts us up, my legs circling his hips. We fall onto the bed with a umph and I don’t care. Anyone else, I’d have put a bullet in between their eyes but let him bruise me, let him consume me.

Dante steps back for a moment, discarding his pants. Then he’s back where he needs to, in between my thighs, thrusting into me in one vicious movement that has me screaming his name.

“Is that what you need, Irina? You need your husband to fuck that tight, greedy cunt?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, I need it. I need you.”

The words come out unbidden and there’s no stopping them now.

Dante stops abruptly and I lock eyes with him. The whiskey color has almost turned to a mesmerising obsidian. I whine and try to search for friction, but his weight presses me down on the mattress with no escape.

“Tell me you’re mine, Irina,” he says but it’s almost a question, almost a plea.

I shake my head and clamp my lips shut. It’s too soon. It’s too much.

His thick fingers, which I imagine are covered in blood, wrap around my throat. He squeezes enough to make me dizzy with lust but not enough to cut air. His eyes beg me to obey him, but I can’t. This time, I can’t. I’ll be on my knees as much as he wants, but I can’t give him that.

“Dammit, vipera . Let me in.”

“No.” I shake my head again.

Relenting, he gives me a curt nod and thrusts inside me again, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

Our moans create the perfect, filthy music.

I could get addicted so easily. I think I already am.

Dante’s the sweetest liquor, the one you don’t realise you’ve drunk a full bottle of until it’s too late and you’re not yourself anymore.

Because that’s the only explanation for the emotions swirling inside my chest even as my husband’s cock stretches me in the most primal way. I’m not myself. And if I let him in, I’ll lose who I am forever. He can never have that.

“Stay with me,” Dante growls in my ear then thumbs my clit as his thrusts become sharper.

“Oh fuck, yes. I’m here.”

“Open your mouth,” he commands and this time, I obey. He spits into my mouth before grinning down at me. “You’re in bed with the devil, vipera . And I’ll never let you forget it. Now, be the good whore I know you can be, and come for me.”

His thumb presses down almost painfully, his circles tighter and tighter until he reaches down and inserts the digit inside me alongside his cock. I float. Then release like I’ve never been before.

My body convulses and I gush around his girth. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, squirting all over me. God, Irina.” With my name on his lips and my juices all over his bed, Dante comes with a roar.

The orgasm shatters me.

I’m numb, barely present within myself as he stands, before picking me up and showering our bodies. I cling to him, eyes drooping. My breaths come back to normal but my heart patters inside my ribcage for a while.

“Drink, sposa mia .”

Fresh water is poured on my lips and I swallow greedily though it tastes a little sour.

Dante sits me down on the bed, then disappears behind me.

I don’t protest or ask what is going on, sleep tugging at the edges of my consciousness.

But I don’t want to sleep. The care he’s providing isn’t making me feel so raw in this state.

I can enjoy it. And I want this to last. The brush he must be holding glides on my scalp and along the long strands of my hair a couple of times.

“This is nice.”

I don’t know if I said that out loud.

“Lie down, cuore mio . I’ve got you.”

The pillow and bed swallow my frame and envelop me in warmth. It smells like him and I sigh contentedly. A warmer, harder surface meets my back.

Turned to the side, I let myself smile fully as Dante hugs me to his chest, a possessive hand on my hip.

Sleep claims me before I can hear what he says last to me.