Page 51 of My Solemn Vow (The Mafia Arrangement #1)

“Three more,” Valor says softly as he pets the soreness away. He’s sweet and encouraging about it. “You can do it, be strong for me.”

I sob between thirteen, thank, and you, followed by a quicker gasping fourteen, and finally, mercifully, fifteen.

Tears stream down my face, and I can’t figure out if it’s from the guilt or the pain .

Valor helps me up from where I’m bent over the counter and turns me to face him. Brushing my hair out of my face, he smiles.

No, now I know for sure. Because the way he looks at me has me crying harder. My knees are weak and my shoulders shake.

As he wipes a tear away, he praises me. “You are such a good girl for me.”

He kisses me softly, tongue probing. I feel more in control of my body as the emotions ebb.

His approval doesn’t melt away all my disappointment with myself, but it eases it.

“Come to bed.” He takes my hand. His touch is gentle and leading as he walks me out of my yoga pants.

When we’re in the bedroom, he lets go of my hand. “Head off the end of the bed.”

I’m nervous but don’t dare disobey, despite how my ass stings when I sit on the bed. Carefully avoiding any unnecessary pain, I lower myself to my back, letting my head hang over the side.

I get a perfect view of Valor, upside down, while he frees his cock. He’s hard, and the tip is a beautiful bright pink.

Leaving his slacks on the floor, Valor walks over to me. The head of his cock is almost brushing against my lips.

I want to lick it so badly.

“Good girl, waiting for me. Open.” Valor instructs me, and I do, pushing my tongue out, hoping for a taste.

This I’ve done before. I know I like it. Never from this position, but I’m positive it’ll be just as good.

Valor leans forward and sinks his dick into my mouth. And I couldn’t hold back my moan if I wanted to. He slides his hand down my stomach and in between my legs. His fingers find my clit, and he strokes it perfectly.

I breathe around his length in my mouth, pressing my tongue along his shaft to encourage him. Valor doesn’t move his dick, but he sinks his fingers inside me. He probes until he finds that spot that makes my body jolt with arousal.

“You’re so fucking wet, princess. You’re horny for me and that makes me so pleased.”

In time with his fingers working my core and my clit, Valor fucks my throat. I struggle to breathe, and gag with each thrust, but I feel how wet I am. The sounds coming from me are pornographic — half choked and gagging between desperate moans.

“That’s it.” Valor’s praise fans the flame of my desire further. “Fuck, Antonella, you take my dick so well.”

He works faster, and breathing isn’t an option. I shatter, and unable to breathe, the intensity causes me to see stars behind my eyelids. Wetness coats my core, and distantly, I worry about the feeling, but I struggle as I fight the urge to move.

But then Valor cusses and thrusts into my throat. “God, you’re perfect. You just fuckin’ squirted for me, darling.”

A moment later, he shoots his load down my throat. The hot jets choke me as I swallow them, sputtering against his cock. I take everything, and when he finally pulls out of my mouth, I’m panting.

Valor doesn’t let me relax for long. He bends forward once more, and I lick along his still-hard shaft as he grabs hold of my legs below my knees. He spins me on the bed, and I squeak in surprise.

“Shhh.” Valor scolds me. “We’re running out of time. We wouldn’t want to be walked in on.”

He drops to his knees before me and pushes my legs apart.

When his tongue sinks between my folds, I almost scream, but I clamp a hand over my mouth. The stimulation is so much, too much, and I try to close my legs, to move them, but Valor is relentless. As he licks and sucks, it’s a dedication to my body like none other .

He brings me to another orgasm in seconds. I writhe under his touch, and Valor groans.

At last, he breaks the connection between us and climbs onto the bed next to me.

My legs tremble without him supporting them, so I let them drop to the side as I try to control my breathing.

He relaxes alongside me. “What did I do to deserve a woman like you?”

“Can’t answer that. I, however, ended a century-old feud by calling for the truce and brought chaos on both our houses.” I sigh, my body cooling off, and I shiver. I feel more like myself and calm again.

“Well, when you say it like that, it makes it seem like this’ll be a great tragedy.” Valor pulls me closer to him.

I revel in his warmth and embrace it. “But we’re not star-crossed lovers, only lusters.”

Valor stiffens ever so slightly but then relaxes, resting his forehead against my head. “Mmm. I can’t wait to get you naked tonight.”

He was going to say something else, but I could never prove it.

As the orgasm fades, the reality of what he did to me sinks in. “You fucking hit me.”

“Spanked, there’s a difference,” he murmurs sleepily against my head.

I roll out of his arms, and he grabs me, pulling me back and holding me closer this time.

Our eyes meet, and his are soft, almost sleepy. “Did you enjoy yourself? Not the two orgasms.”

“Valor.” I start but then bite my tongue.

It wasn’t what I expected. It fuckin’ hurt, and I don’t understand where the emotions came from.

“Say what you’re thinking.” Valor’s words, a soft command, ease the heat .

“I never thought I’d be okay with something like that. I don’t understand why I am. It fucking hurt. But I wasn’t crying from physical pain.” I feel so weak saying those words, and the image of him in front of me gets blurry.

But Valor runs a thumb across my cheek and dries a tear. “Overwhelm, emotional release, and pain can all bring tears. I’ll admit to maybe pushing you too hard. But I’m an asshole through and through. Stop me if I say something that’s wrong, okay?”

He waits, and after a second, I nod.

“You don’t cry. You don’t let people see you upset.

Angry? Sure. But never when you’re honestly wounded or hurt.

You’re in control at all times, always trying to prove that you’re worthy of attention and respect.

” He pauses, giving me an opening to interject, and as much as it grates me that he clearly knows this part about me, I say nothing.

“You carry your pain deep in your soul, never to see the light of day.”

His words rouse feelings from within me, like water slowly bubbling up through a fountain turned on for the first time after a long winter. My breathing is ragged, and I’m at a loss. It’s not like me to fall apart.

Valor knows what to do though. He pulls me against his chest and holds me while delivering words into my crown, his breath warm against my hair.

“If you never want me to do that to you again, I’ll understand.

It can be a wrong method in the search to find the right thing, but part of you needs that release.

I want to be the person who gives it to you. ”

I nod, accepting, because the shock that pushed me away from him before pulls me deeper into him now. “Promise me one thing?”

“Try me?” Valor doesn’t make the promise before he hears it.

“You can’t be cold toward me and expect me then to be this soft toward you.” I can’t make my voice loud to drive home the point, but he doesn’t need me to .

“I’ll make every effort. Tell me if you’re not feeling me as you feel me now.” He gives me a soft squeeze.

Valor pulls back a little, bringing his hand from around me to pull my chin up to meet his gaze. The seductive smirk on his face tells me all I need to know.

“I don’t understand why sometimes you freeze me out or leave me in the dark about things. Is it all stuff because you’re...” I let that trail off, and Valor pulls his eyes away from me as he cocks his head.

“Kerrianne is done feeding the tortoise.” He sighs but brings his attention back to me. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be sure to be mindful not to bring out the ball gag until you’re ready.”

Whatever face I make has Valor kissing me deeply. He pulls away, giving my thigh a love tap before getting out of bed. “Come on, we’re underdressed for dinner.”

“I thought dinner with your parents was tomorrow?” I sit up, wide eyed, feeling the sting of the way he so thoroughly spanked my ass.

“Mmhmm.” Valor won’t look at me.

“Valor,” I groan, trying to wrangle all the emotions of the past half hour. “Who’s coming to dinner tonight?”

“Well, it was meant to be a surprise but...” Valor’s sheepish smile does nothing to ease my tense shoulders. “Leticia will be here in twenty minutes.”

“You better not be lying to me.” I glare at him. “And she better be coming in through the front door.”

“Where else would she be c —” Valor snorts. “Of course she’s coming in the front door. I have some morals and respect for the truce. She’s hardly my first choice of your cousins to kill.”