Page 27 of Hateful Vows

TWENTY-ONE

ALEKSEI

E ven if I had prepared myself for what I’d see beyond the door, nothing would have come close to the reality.

Irina’s naked body lies prone on a cushioned platform in the middle of the room, her arms and legs bound so she’s spread out. Dante’s face is in between her thighs, eating her out to his heart’s content while she mewls and writhes underneath his tongue.

I growl and Dante’s head lifts up. He grins ear to ear. “Close the door, Aleksei. We were just waiting for you.”

Without looking back, I twist the doorknob and lock us in. I don’t even know what colours are the walls or if music is playing. All I know is that they’re both naked but for the golden masks on their pretty faces.

Even in a crowd full of people, I’d have recognised them. The way they move and gravitate towards each other, their scents mingling in the air and mixing with Irina’s tangy arousal, everything calls me to them.

Hidden in this den of sin, why would I refuse them? And myself?

No one will ever know. No one but us.

Irina’s eyes lock on me and her lips part as Dante resumes eating her pussy.

“Make me come, dorogoy ,” she rasps.

I don’t think she’s talking to me, but fuck if my cock doesn’t get harder seeing her at his mercy, spread like a feast and demanding to come. She throws her head back as she moans louder and louder until there’s nothing left in the room but the sound of her cries and Dante’s enjoyment.

When she comes back down from her orgasm, she licks her lips, a flash of vulnerability behind the proverbial mask of indifference she’s always shown me.

I’m frozen in place.

I’ve always refused to entertain thoughts of her. She gave me her hate and I took it like the greedy man that I am because I knew this was all I could get, all that I could ever hope to share with her.

Whatever happens next will change what I thought I knew about Irina and I.

Maybe about myself. And I can’t stop it, even if I try.

The pull is too strong, and I’m tired of fighting.

I’m tired of refusing to take what I want.

I’m tired of hiding behind that hate we created to protect ourselves from the evil in our house.

He’s dead. It’s time for me to live.

Dante stands and I can’t stop myself from dropping my gaze to leisurely take in his powerful body.

He’s built like a fucking God, all thick muscles honed for pain.

The motto of his family is inked on his chest but the rest of his body is bare.

Leaving even more space for me to mark him with my teeth.

He prowls toward me, his thick cock bobbing against his stomach.

Without preamble or warning, he takes my jaw and kisses me, throwing my world upside down. His full lips taste like Irina’s sweet cunt and I melt against him.

He fists my shirt, dragging me closer to him until his entire front is plastered against mine.

I wish I were naked. I wish I could feel the heat that radiates from him directly on my skin.

My hands land on his side, immediately pawing at his strong muscles, dreaming of making it slick with sweat I can lick off of him.

Our tongues tangle and battle for dominance but there’s no fighting. I don’t push him away, or even pull him close. I’m out of my depth. But he’s right there for me.

“Take off your clothes, pretty boy. You’re not gonna need them when you fuck my wife.”

“Fuck.”

Dante chuckles. “You like the sound of that?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy. If you do exactly what I tell you, you’ll get what you’ve always wanted.”

A retort is on the tip of my tongue but his warm green eyes tell me that there’s no need for lies.

That ship has sailed. It’s hard to deny what hearing him call me a good boy does to my body.

I get incredibly harder, my heart thrumming inside my chest. My lips still vibrate with the memory of his kiss and the only thing I want more than his lips back on me is the woman behind him.

I’m slow as I remove my shirt, then discard my trousers and boxers to stand naked in front of them. I keep the mask on. The small protection it offers is a mirage but I hold onto it, too fucking raw already in front of them.

Irina worries her lip as her eyes devour me. My cock aches and I refrain from touching it. I don’t know how I know, but I’m sure it would displease Dante and right now, all I want is for him to praise me again.

“So fucking gorgeous, Aleksei,” he says gruffly, almost to himself. “Get on your knees.”

I hesitate. My nerves are flayed wide open. All my life, I’ve been the one in control. It’s hard to relinquish it, especially to him. My mouth waters. I can’t deny the strange desire to do exactly what he tells me.

I glance at Irina and she nods imperceptibly. I fall down to my knees.

Dante caresses my cheek softly. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispers softly, for my ears only and I shiver again. “Crawl to her.”

The command is sharp and the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.

Irina whines as I crawl on all fours and decide to take a bet, settling in between her perfect thighs.

I know what she tastes like but the view of her open cunt, glistening with her arousal, puffy lips ready for more, the proof of how much this is turning her on, threatens to have me come right now, without ever touching myself.

“Go on, then,” Dante smiles at me. It’s not a kind smile, or one of his mocking ones. It’s devilish, and I fucking love it.

Irina’s eyes are already on me when I look up. Her breaths are shallow like she wants to hold it. Poised, at my mercy, and fucking silent for once, I give her a wicked smile of my own. Her eyes flash with fear before I latch onto her clit and suck.

Hard.

She cries out and it’s sweet music to my ears. I paw at her skin, bruising her as I dive into her pussy, licking, and sucking until I’m drunk on the taste of her. I don’t wait for permission from her husband to insert two fingers inside her and press onto her stomach.

“Oh fuck, Lyosha . Stop.”

I don’t. She comes in a rush, clamping around my fingers almost painfully. And I keep lapping at her.

I add my tongue alongside my fingers and thumb her clit with tight circles, prolonging her orgasm. The vibrations of her climax on my tongue are my new religion, her begging me to stop as she moans loudly, a prayer I’m about to become addicted to.

“Look at you, fucking sluts, desperate for each other,” Dante grunts, coming into view at Irina’s side. He thrusts his massive cock into his tight fist, the angry purple head making me desperate for something more. “You look perfect, putting on a show for me.”

I moan around Irina’s clit at the sweet praise, sending shockwaves of vibrations into her.

Her legs quiver despite the restraints. Dante’s large hands caresses her breasts and kisses her throat before his lips clash against hers.

She can’t escape him. And she can’t escape me. It’s heaven made flesh.

I’m lapping languorously at Irina’s pussy again, letting her calm down after two orgasms in a row and just luxuriate in the view of the two of them together. Dante places two fingers at her lips and she opens for him, sucking greedily. My cock jumps and leaks at the tip.

“Of course, you need more,” Dante says. “My pretty whore needs to be filled. Aleksei, why don’t you sink your cock into my wife’s perfect cunt?”

It’s phrased like a question but in truth, it’s a command that electrifies my skin.

I groan. I want nothing more. On shaky legs, I stand in between her thighs and look down at Irina’s opening. I let the tip of my dick enter her. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Fuck me, Lyosha . I want you,” Irina whines again, but this can’t be rushed.

My eyes oscillate between her face, pink with a perfect blush, lips parted and hair mussed, and her cunt swallowing the head of my cock. She looks wrecked and I want to see how far we can take this. Her pussy lips are swollen and needy. She fits me so fucking perfectly.

“So fucking wet, solnyschko . Did you dream about me wrecking this cunt?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. I did. I do.”

I hesitate but Dante’s right there to crush any remaining doubt.

“No condom. I want to taste your cum as it runs down my slutty wife’s legs.”

“ Fuuuck .”

I give her another inch while Dante watches, pumping his dick shallowly.

“You sound so desperate, solnychko . Beg me. Beg me to take this pussy like it’s mine.”

I’m delirious with lust and drunk on the power Dante gave me. No matter how many men I’ve killed and how many I control today, this is the ecstasy I’ve always craved and never reached.

“Please, Lyosha . Fuck my needy pussy. Take what’s yours,” she begs. Dante growls but it’s not in disagreement.

“God, you sound so perfect,” I say as I sink down into her to the hilt.

I let my forehead drop to her chest, savouring how deep inside her I am.

And how deep I’ve let her get into my soul.

I’ve never really tried to get her out, but now it won’t ever be possible.

Caressing her sides and kissing her soft skin, I pour every reverent feeling I can’t voice, hoping she’ll understand what she means to me.

Irina Ventura has always been mine, and I’m taking what I’m due.