Page 9 of Hateful Vows

SEVEN

DANTE

M y future wife looks like a queen in her palace. I like it more than I thought I would. It pisses me off.

When Aleksei offered his sister on a silver platter, I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to mess with them both. With the decades of hate between our families, it wasn’t hard to imagine. But the more Irina settles on my couch, her cat on her lap, the more I take time to admire her.

Slender, elegant hands that would look perfect wrapped around my cock, pearlescent white skin that will take my marks so fucking well, and silky black hair I’m dreaming to hold as I make her take me in between those pouty red lips made for sin.

All she does with it is spew venom. She could use it for something so much better.

Then, there’s the matter of dear Aleksei. It’s not even funny how repressed the poor chap is. I notice he didn’t announce to his dear sister that he’s also getting married. I keep my mouth shut. I love good blackmail material and this one is golden.

“There’s nothing to know,” Aleksei tells her with a frown. “In three days, when I report for our session, I’ll strangle him to death.”

“Bare hands,” I whistle. “I like your style, Dobrev.”

“I want to watch,” Irina demands.

My cock stirs to life. I love a feisty woman. It makes the chase all the more enjoyable.

“When you kill your father, Dobrev, you’re gonna have a mutiny on your hands.

” I get up and walk to a dresser by the side of the room, pulling a manilla envelope out and throwing it on the table in front of my future wife.

“I’ll help you contain it and weed out the weak.

But before that, my darlings, you’re gonna sign our contract. ”

They exchange a look filled with hate, and something else, too.

Aleksei reads over the contract, takes out a Montblanc pen from his suit jacket and signs without hesitation.

“It says here we’re also helping you with men in case of an insurrection. What’s that about?” My future wife asks, and I sigh dramatically.

“Sign, and I’ll tell you.” I wink.

Her grimace of disgust is entertaining. She surely didn’t look like that last week when I caught her in the throes of passion with that amateur. Well, I should call it the throes of boredom considering how long the poor man stayed on his knees without making her come. Such a waste.

Irina flips off the page and makes annotations on the margins at a few sections. Then she signs and hands me the contract. Without looking away from her fierce brown eyes, I sign. I don’t really care what I agreed to, as long as I get to fuck with her and her brother.

“My father’s been assassinated. The youth of our organisation received an anonymous message to kill the king and get a reward. Capaldi hasn’t been able to trace it, yet. I will need help with the same thing you will be doing to the London Bratva.”

“And that is?” Irina asks, arms crossed over her body.

“Eliminate internal threats.”

She clicks her tongue before her lips purse. I don’t think she’s aware of her show of contentment. “I do love a good reaping.”

“And a goodbye party, you said?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“A funeral and a wedding. We are now officially married as of five seconds ago, and the world needs to know.”

My words come out more forceful than I care to admit.

I’m not letting Irina Dobreva—now Irina Ventura—walk around town without my ring on her finger and my fucking name tattooed on her skin.

It’s not in the contract but nothing a little drugging can’t fix.

She won’t be happy. God, I hope she tries to kill me.

The thought has me groaning as my cock hardens underneath my designer clothes.

A knock on the main door cuts us off and the maid directs my masseuse into the room located on the side of the living room.

“Who’s that?” Irina asks, bristling.

I take a step forward, lifting my index finger to caress her cheek but she smacks it away. The laugh that escapes my throat is mocking. “Jealous, already, cuore mio ?”

“I don’t care who you fuck, as long as it isn’t me.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

“Plan the wedding,” Aleksei interrupts. “We’ll plan the funeral.”

Without another word, they’re both gone, the cat following after them.

T he masseuse is kneading my back with force but still, I can’t relax. My guests’ perfumes linger in the air, fuelling my worst fantasies.

“Leave,” I order, clicking my tongue. She obeys and silence descends in my flat.

Lucie was here yesterday as I explained the situation we found ourselves in, but I still don’t enjoy marrying her off to someone she doesn’t know or want. I always thought I could keep her separate from that side of our lives. I call her and she answers on the first ring.

“So, when am I getting married, cugino ?” She asks, the faint sound of a nail file grating my ears. How is she so relaxed about this?

“Probably next week. There are still moving parts on the Dobrev’s side.”

“Well, send me the contract so I can sign it, Dante. We need to file it as soon as possible.”

“How are you so nonchalant about it? Do you have a crush on Dobrev or something?”

She cackles, but I’m not joking. That’s the only explanation my brain can conjure up.

“Oh, you’re serious? Gosh no, I didn’t even know who he really was until a few days ago.

Listen, I know you sent me to France to protect me but Dad—” My heart squeezes at how she calls her foster father ‘Dad’.

It should have been my uncle. I can’t fault her for that.

She was only twelve when her parents passed.

I’m glad her foster family is important to her and treated her like theirs.

It doesn’t make the grief go away, though.

“—always kept me in the loop. I knew I’d have to form an alliance with someone at some point.

And Aleksei swore he’d never touch me, right?

As far as I’m concerned, this marriage will be in name only.

It’s not that big of a deal. It could have been worse. ”

She moved back to London for this. Family and loyalty has always been in my blood, but now more than ever I feel like she needs to be happy even as I dealt her this shitty marriage. I’m indebted to her, and I’ll never forget it.

When we hang up, I make my way to my bathroom, naked as the day I was born, and turn the water temperature to scalding. I hiss as the water pelts my skin. I’ve barely closed my eyes when my brain conjures both of them.

On their knees.

Tongues out, ready for my cum.

I glide my hand to my hard cock, bracing on the wall of the shower with the other.

Irina’s perfect skin is glistening with droplets, her nipples peaked to tight rosy buds I want to bite while Aleksei’s cock bobs on his stomach.

They both look mad, and I fucking love it.

I know the moment they’ll be on their knees for me, they’re gonna hate that they love it so fucking much. And it’s not an ‘if’, it’s a ‘when’.

“Kiss,” I tell them, and because it’s my fantasy, they obey sweetly, frowning while they devour each other’s lips like they can’t get enough of each other.

My balls grow tight and I bite my lip until I taste copper on my tongue. Aleksei and Irina turn their attention to me, eyes glassy with lust.

“Come on, cuore mio , show him how it’s done.”

My little wife darts her tongue and licks along my slit, gathering pre-cum on her tongue before she turns to Aleksei, takes hold of his jaw and spits it into his waiting mouth. The groan that escapes me is more animal than man, my orgasm drawing near.

She brings her attention back to the head of my cock, sucking it into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks.

She feels so good, so warm and perfect. I take hold of her silky wet hair at the back of her head and make her take more of me.

Her eyes never leave mine, darkened with desire.

Aleksei’s tongue glides on the underside of my cock before he takes my balls into his hands and mouth, fondling and sucking gently.

“Fuck, yes.”

They work in sync, licking every single part of my lower half.

I let my imagination run wild. Seamlessly, Irina’s mouth explores higher.

She trails kisses on my hips, my abdomen, travelling up my chest and neck, where the vicious viper bites at the same time that Aleksei takes me deep into his mouth.

It’s heaven. He lets me take hold of his jaw, opening wide for me to thrust into the back of his throat.

The gargled noise of his gagging threatens to make me come right there, but I need to hold both of them, show them who they belong to.

Irina’s mouth is hesitant so I make the choice for her, slanting my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and pet that pretty pussy for me?” I ask dream-Irina.

Her eyes vacillate with the fire of her anger but she nods, before delving her tongue back into my mouth while she circles her clit.

Her other hand pulls at the strands at the top of my head. The sliver of pain is exquisite.

I come up for air just enough to look down at Aleksei, his mouth so full of me I could come just watching him take it. “Touch that aching cock, pretty boy, and come all over yourself. I want you to moan around my cock while you do.”

He doesn’t answer but obeys, his tattooed hand wrapping around the shaft.

It’s hard to focus, to know where to look. At Irina’s slender fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt, the rest of her perfect body on display for me, at Aleksei’s massive hand around his own erection or his lips wrapped around me so perfectly.

With the image I created, I see it all behind my mind’s eye and pump harder into my tight fist.

“Oh fuck, you take me so well,” I tell them both and they moan. Around my cock and into my mouth.

Pressure builds at the base of my spine. My movements grow frantic. I let out a strangled grunt as the edges of my vision whiten and unfocus. I come in Aleksei’s perfect mouth and he drinks me down, Irina swallowing my cries of pleasure. I breathe hard, prolonging the vision for as long as I can.

When I open my eyes, the water’s already washed away the evidence of one of the best fucking orgasms of my life.

If this is what my mind can conjure up, I need to make it a reality as soon as possible.

I don’t think I can live without knowing what the Dobrev siblings feel like, full of my cock, and of each other.