Page 19 of Sacred Vow

My feet are propped up on the edge of the table, my thighs spread wide, and not a moment later, Zeph is on his knees, my pussy presented to him like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

When he dives in, his arms scoop beneath my thighs, and his mouth closes over my clit, it becomes clear that I’m not the only starved sexual deviant at this table.

His tongue flattens against my clit, and as I squirm beneath him, pure elation pulses through my veins. My back arches off the table, and I reach down between my legs and knot my fingers into his thick hair as a breathy groan rips from my lips.

“Oh God,” I pant, tipping my head back against the hard wood.

My body itches for more, and I tighten my hold in his hair, needing him to push me right to the edge, to work me into a wild frenzy, but I’m not there yet. He takes my lead, giving me what I so clearly want, but frustration quickly begins to set in.

“Fuck, Zeph,” I groan, my hips jolting with every swipe of his tongue.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t give in as he keeps pushing me to the edge. His tongue works over my clit, rolling hypnotic circles as his fingers dance across my skin, flicking my nipples and teasing my body, and while it’s earth-shattering and incredible, it’s not fast enough. Not raw enough.

I need wild, passionate fucking. I need to be thrown around. I need—

“If you’re going to eat a beautiful woman on my dining table, then you better do it right.”

My eyes snap open, finding Caesar leaning against the kitchen counter, his strong arms crossed over his wide chest. He has one foot leisurely kicked over the other, as casually as though he were watching the game.

He’s fucking gorgeous. Dressed in all black for the office, his top two buttons left undone, and while he’s nothing short of every woman’s fantasy, nothing could prepare me for his dark, wild gaze that’s locked on mine.

He looks as though he could eat me alive right where he stands, and damn it, I’d let him.

I suck in a gasp, my tits pushing up with the movement, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Zephyr gapes at his father, lifting his head from between my hungry thighs and leaving me more desperate than ever before. “Fucking hell, Dad. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he says with a wicked smirk that has the filthiest desire pooling deep inside me.

Caesar’s gaze roams over my body before shifting to his son, and when he pushes off the counter and strides toward us, that deep desire grows with a fierce desperation to the point I’m left shaking.

Caesar moves in right beside me, his gaze so heavy on my body, and when he meets my hungry stare, I’m pushed even closer to the edge, so much closer than Zephyr could ever dream of getting me.

“How’re you doing, hellcat?” he rumbles.

Fuck me dead.

A squeak tears from somewhere deep in my chest, and all I can do is bite down on my bottom lip as Zeph simply stares between us. “What the fuck is going on here?”

Caesar just grins and looks to his son. “If you’re going to do something,” he says, lifting his hand and brushing it right down my torso, sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin before suddenly thrusting his fingers deep inside my needy core, immediately reaching my G-spot and rolling his fingers over it time and time again. “Then do it right.”

“HOLY FUCK!” I cry out, my eyes widening as my body responds to his touch, violently quivering. My body spasms against the table like it’s a goddamn exorcism, and I pant, unable to catch my breath. And when he does it again, my body begins to tremble.

I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning a ghostly white, and when he pulls his fingers out of me, I’m left gasping like I’d just endured a treacherous marathon.

Caesar lifts his fingers to his lips, shamelessly sucking them dry as Zeph just stares at his father in shock.

“Uhhh . . . What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

” he demands, his gaze shooting to mine as if to silently ask if this is okay with me, but shit, he won’t find any argument here, and judging by the way I’m struggling to recover, it’s more than clear that Caesar certainly has a few lessons he could teach his son.

“Mmm, fucking delicious, hellcat,” he says, his soft gaze returning to mine. “Just as I knew you would be.”

Holy fucking shit. This man is going to kill me in the best way.

The way my body responds to him is insane, but when he calls me hellcat.

Holy hell. It’s like a phenomenon I’ve never experienced before.

Every inch of me buzzes from the inside out, my chest swelling with excitement, as the strangest little butterflies torment my stomach.

I need it more than I need my next breath.

“The fuck?” Zeph demands, as my body starts to go into withdrawal, needing to be fucked within an inch of my life.

Caesar glances back at his son, and he almost looks annoyed to have to look away from me, and I can’t help but notice the slightest hint of jealousy that gets lost in the dark abyss of his stare.

“Like I said, Zephyr,” Caesar says, his tone shifting with a profound seriousness.

“If I’m going to listen to this woman coming on my table all damn night, then you better make it worth it.

I don’t want to hear anymore of these lackluster little pants.

She deserves to fucking scream. Do the Di Rozé name justice. ”

And with that, Caesar turns on his heel and walks away, leaving me gasping for air.

I sit up, my chest heaving as Zeph just stares at me, unable to figure out where to go from here, and I grab the back of his head, the raw desperation threatening to pull me under. “Whatever the fuck he just did,” I say, the raw, unfiltered need thick in my tone. “Do it.”

I pull him back into me, locking my fingers into his hair, and as he finally decides to shrug off his father’s delicious interruption, he closes his mouth over my clit, his tongue flicking over me with a newfound determination.

Then just like Caesar had, Zephyr thrusts his fingers deep inside of me, curling them just right and sending me spiraling once again.

I fall back against the table, my hips immediately jolting as I’m forced to grip the edges of the table just to keep myself still. “HOLY FUCK, ZEPH! YES!”

My world is shattered as he works me, the mix of his tongue and his fingers sending me up into the fucking stratosphere.

His fingers split inside of me, massaging my walls as they torment my G-spot, giving me everything I’ve ever needed, and within seconds, my whole body is violently shaking on the table.

Seeing my response to his touch, he doesn’t let up, pushing and pushing until there’s nothing left for me to hold on to, and as he sucks my clit, giving me just the right pressure, I succumb to his wicked ways, detonating like a goddamn missile.

Everything shatters, and I cry out as I grip his hair, holding him right there as my orgasm pulses through my body like liquid fire, destroying everything in its path.

Zeph doesn’t dare stop working me, drawing every last ounce of pleasure out of my body until I collapse into a wrecked heap on the dining table.

My body goes limp, and I release my hold on Zeph’s dark hair, completely spent as I struggle to catch my breath.

When Zeph slowly pulls away, he drops the softest kiss to my inner thigh before collapsing back into the dining room chair, gaping at me as though he can barely comprehend what the hell just happened.

“Fuuuck,” he says slowly, blowing out a heavy breath. “Are you, uhhh . . . you good?”

I gaze at him, my brow arching. “Oh, yeah.”

“My dad?” he questions, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

I scoff, still astonished by the beast of a man that is Caesar Di Rozé, but I don’t know if I should let on just how much I enjoyed his little interruption. Though, if Zeph couldn’t tell by the immediate response my body had to Caesar, then surely he’s blind. “I ain’t mad about it.”

Zephyr laughs. “Well, shit. Why aren’t I surprised?”

M y gaze dances back and forth between Zephyr and his father, my lips pressed into a hard line so as to not give anything away, but Zeph is so focused on Caesar that it wouldn’t matter if I were to climb up onto the kitchen counter and perform one of the dances from Burlesque.

Zeph wouldn’t even notice, but Caesar would. He seems to notice everything I do.

“If you and I are going to co-exist in the same house,” Zeph starts, his hands braced against the kitchen counter as Caesar leans against the island, one foot crossed over another as though he hasn’t got a care in the world. “Then we need to establish some boundaries.”

Caesar scoffs, his gaze shifting to mine for just a moment before lowering to my shirt and smirking, sending a wave of pride shooting through me. I knew he’d like my I might be a handful, but so is this ass shirt, but damn. I wasn’t expecting his approval to send shockwaves through me like this.

Without skipping a beat, his gaze returns to his son.

“If you insist on fucking this woman across every surface my house has to offer, then that’s your business.

I won’t stand in your way. In fact, I encourage it.

However, if you wish to spread her out like a buffet across my table, then that’s on you. ”

Zeph stares at his father, confusion dancing in his dark eyes. “How the hell is that on me?”

“You know the rules of a buffet, Zephyr. It’s all you can eat. Consider yourself lucky that I turned it into a learning experience and allowed you to finish your meal instead of taking over completely. God knows she needed me to.”

I choke back a laugh and can’t help the stupid grin that pulls across my face. “I agree,” I tell Zeph, watching as his eyes widen and his head swivels toward me in shock.

“The fuck?”