Page 30 of Hateful Vows

I glide my hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs, then let my middle finger dip into my pussy. Aleksei’s nostrils flare but he holds himself back still.

Dante chuckles in my ears. “Such a wanton slut, vipera . Show him again how good you can take it. It seems he has forgotten already.”

His lips trail on the side of my neck and where it meets my shoulders, sending a delicious shiver of need through me.

I tilt my head for more, and insert two fingers inside.

In and out, I pump my fingers slowly until we can all hear the sounds of my wetness.

It’s lewd, forbidden and so fucking hot I almost come.

But Dante has other plans. He seizes my wrist and stops the motion.

“The only way you’re coming, cuore mio , is on your husband’s cock.”

He makes quick work of his zipper and doesn’t give me any warning before he thrusts inside me from below in one go, taking all the air out of my lungs with him.

“So fucking perfect, vipera . Does it make you wet to be used like my whore in front of the man you want?” Dante asks through gritted teeth and I know the degradation makes him just as hard as it makes me wet.

“Fuck yes,” I answer on a chocked laugh when he thrusts inside me again, going impossibly deep.

I play with my clit as Dante uses my body as he sees fit, pawing at my tits, bruising my thighs and fucking me harder than he ever has.

“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me,” Aleksei exclaims before he drops to his knees in front of me and swats my hand away. His lips latch onto my clit and I moan.

The view is dirty. And the most consuming thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Aleksei’s mouth is on me but it’s also on Dante. There’s no way for him to lick me unless he goes for the underside of Dante’s cock as well. And that threatens to have me coming right here and there. I clench around Dante’s cock and he groans behind me, but I don’t care.

I’m consumed by Aleksei’s sloppy kiss, the way his tongue moves from my clit to where Dante and I are joined.

“Fuck. I can feel you, pretty boy. Do it again.”

He doesn’t say please but he doesn’t have to.

His voice is pleading, like he’s gonna die if Aleksei’s mouth is not back on us.

And my step-brother obeys. The man who’s always hated being told what to do, who dreamt of setting himself free does what Dante commands, his eyes ravenous and his cold demeanour evaporated.

With a pinch of my nipples and the vision underneath me, I come in hard waves of pleasure that put all the orgasms I’ve ever had with anyone else to shame.

My body doesn’t belong to me anymore as both Aleksei and Dante keep riding me through my climax.

Thrusting, pinching, licking. I lose myself into it until I can’t breathe.

“Stop, stop. I’m too sensitive,” I tell them.

I brace myself on Dante’s still covered thighs. Panting, it takes me a minute to return to my normal heartbeat.

“You were perfect,” Aleksei says, then he stands and kisses my forehead. My heart squeezes but I already got more than I thought I ever would. Naked while they are both dressed to perfection, I got what I wanted. They used me and now it is time to discard me.

“If you think we’re done, you’re mistaken, Lyosha . Get back on your knees.”

Dante’s deep baritone cuts through the haze of hurt. His words are piercing, and his stony expression demands obedience. Aleksei glances behind his shoulder. He drops back down exactly where he was, a muscle in his jaw ticking like it cost him, but leaving would be worse.

“Good boy.”

“ Cuore mio ,” he whispers against the skin of my nape. He’s called me his heart every time we’ve had sex and I would be lying if it didn’t bring me a tad of satisfaction. Maybe even joy, but I’m unsure how that feels. “Why don’t you clean me up? Show your darling Lyosha how it’s done.”

Anticipation has me lifting my eyes to meet his.

He nods imperceptibly like he knows this is the moment that will make or break us.

I realise Dante made a vow to me. To give me everything I’ve ever wanted.

I thought he was talking about materialistic things.

But the truth is on his knees and I’m about to join him.

Maybe I wasn’t able to have what I wanted by myself but with my husband at my side, it’s within reach.

I drop to my knees next to Aleksei. And don’t take time to question myself or my sanity.

I take Dante’s cock inside my mouth, my own taste on my tongue, Aleksei's heavy eyes on me. My husband is hard in my mouth, the sound of my gagging spurring me on. I come up for air and take what I want for once.

I seize my step-brother’s jaw and slant my lips on his, giving him another taste of me right from my mouth. He groans into me and threads his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place.

Aleksei doesn’t kiss. He plunders. He holds me captive and all I can do is wait for the storm to pass. Though I don’t want it to pass. I want it to rage.

I palm his erection through the business slacks he’s still wearing. The fabric is offending at this point. When he fucked me earlier at the club, I was too overwhelmed, I didn’t look enough. And I couldn’t touch him.

“Irina,” he breathes inside my mouth when I glide my hand inside his boxer briefs to hold his cock. The strain of his voice undoes me.

He is thick and heavy and so smooth, and I want it in my mouth but I also want my husband. I look up at Dante for direction, ready to be a puppet again.

“Put me in your mouth again, sposa mia . Show me how good you are at sucking my dick.”

Dante guides the head inside my waiting mouth and I play with the tip, licking the drops of pre-cum and sucking gently before taking more of him. I don’t let go of Aleksei’s cock and he hisses when I start to jerk my hand faster.

“Such a perfect whore, sposa mia .” The degradation is adoration on his tongue and I double my efforts to make him come.

I dart my eyes to Aleksei’s whose parted lips betray the awe and lust that have taken residence on his face instead of his usual blank expression.

There’s nowhere to hide when we’re raw and stripped bare like this.

Ever so slowly, he lets his head fall closer to my lips, and Dante’s cock. Then he joins me.

“Oh fuck.”

Dante might believe he’s in control but he’s as lost to pleasure as we are, grunting and swearing as we kiss sloppily. Each other and his hard shaft. It’s messy and vicious and everything we’ve always been.

“Get back, Aleksei. I’m gonna come.”

But my Lyosha has never been one to back down from a challenge.

He takes my throat into his large hand and swallows Dante deep while moaning as I continue to jerk him off.

I watch in awe as my husband loses control and comes inside the mouth of the man I’ve always wanted.

Aleksei’s takes him deep, swallowing and not letting a drop glide out of his perfect mouth.

He lets go of Dante with a plop then drops his head back and comes all over my hand and his chest. His cum juts out of him in hot spurts , and I bite my lip.

Seeing both of them come is a privilege and a vision that’s burnt into my retina.

I’m a little dazed when Aleksei stops my motion with a soft hand on my wrist. Softer than what he’s ever shown me.

Dante moves in my periphery but we don’t stop looking at each other, breathing hard and sharing something we never thought we could have. It’s hard to deny now that Aleksei might have wanted me as much as I have wanted him. And what am I supposed to do with that?

A warm washcloth is pressed to my body, my hands, and in between my legs.

Dante helps me up then into my clothes again.

Aleksei’s already up and refuses the help my husband wants to give.

The flex in Dante’s jaw and the dip in his brows tells me he doesn’t like to leave him to fend for himself, but he says nothing.

“I’m… I’ll…” Aleksei starts, then he turns around and disappears into the shadows.

I call after him but Dante stops me.

“Leave him, cuore mio . He needs to process what happened.”

“He’s fleeing.”

“Maybe. But can you blame him after years of denying himself?”

“Have I not done the same?” I bark.

“You’re stronger than him,” he says as he frames my face with both hands and kisses my brow. “Stronger than both of us. Let’s get you to bed. He’ll come around. I promise.”