Page 22 of Sacred Vow

He gets to his feet, leaving his empty glass at the table by his booth, and despite Annie’s objections, he makes his way to me. He keeps it casual, taking his damn time as though he’s not dying to get his hands on me, not desperate to feel my skin beneath his palm.

That wicked stare never leaves mine, and with every step he takes, the tension grows between us until it becomes almost impossible to breathe.

Butterflies soar through the pit of my stomach, but I shrug them off, pretending they don’t exist as I casually sip my drink. But nothing gets by Caesar. He knows I’m nervous, just as I know he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about this since the moment he invited me here.

Caesar eats up the space between us, and I can’t help but notice just how much he holds back when Zeph is around.

Here at Vixen, he doesn’t need to hide the lust he feels for me, doesn’t need to hold back his desires, and damn it, it’s clear that I haven’t even begun to experience the full force of what this man has to offer.

He’s intense in the best way, and even before he’s touched me, I’m melting into a puddle of overwhelming need.

Caesar finally reaches me, and the second his hand slides across my lower back, an intense wave of possessiveness comes over me.

Only it’s not coming from me. It’s the energy he’s giving me.

He’s claiming me with just one subtle touch, making sure that I know without a doubt that when I am here in this club, everything I am belongs to him.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way because no other man would be able to make me come alive the way he can.

“Hellcat,” he rumbles in a deep tone, his dark gaze holding me hostage.

“So nice of you to join me,” I murmur, lifting my drink to my lips, only Caesar takes it right out of my hand and lifts it to his instead.

He throws back what’s left before slamming it down on the bar, not daring to steal his stare away from mine for even a second. “Come. Now.”

I smile and casually get to my feet as though I have all the time in the world, slipping my purse off the bar as I go. I step right into him, my hand falling to his wide chest as I gaze up into his dark eyes, and as his strong arm curls around me, I’ve never felt so at home.

He goes to lead me away when a flash of red cuts through my vision, and I notice Annie move into Caesar’s other side.

“Caesar, honey. There’s nothing here for you,” the woman purrs.

“She’s too young. Too inexperienced. Why don’t we head into a private room?

I’m feeling a little . . . fetish tonight. ”

Caesar shrugs her off. He doesn’t even dignify her with a response before he’s leading me away, and as we walk around the back of the bar to where there are a few less prying eyes, I hear Annie’s gasp of frustration.

I can’t help but feel for her. If a man like Caesar so quickly shrugged me off as someone not even worthy of a response, I think I would crumble right where I stood.

It would devastate me to not even be noticed by this man.

Being rejected by Caesar Di Rozé couldn’t possibly end well.

It would be the type of pain that leaves long-lasting scars.

We come to a more private area of the VIP floor where the room has been arranged to offer intimacy. It’s like a little maze of areas to weave in and out of, some with loveseats, others with low benches to occupy larger parties.

We wander past a woman entertaining three men, and with every step we take, I find my gaze glued to them. “Is that what you want?” Caesar questions.

I shake my head. “I’ve participated in more than my fair share of group projects, but they generally fall flat for me,” I admit before pointedly looking back at the woman.

“That, though, that doesn’t look anything at all like how my group projects went.

She’s sensual, and the men . . . I don’t know.

It’s as though they don’t even care about their own pleasure. ”

“It’s all about her,” Caesar tells me. “But that’s what you get when dealing with men opposed to college frat boys who don’t know the first thing about pleasing a woman.”

“Really now?”

“Mm-hmm,” he rumbles, leading me toward a private area with dim lighting.

“Just say the word, hellcat. If you wish to have your body thoroughly ravished by three men who only care about your experience, I can set it up. And believe me, what that woman is currently experiencing will be nothing compared to how you would feel.”

A thrill pulses through me at the idea of getting to experience the kind of erotic wonder this woman is currently losing herself in, but there’s no way I could feel something more than what she’s currently going through. She’s on cloud nine, living in a world of pure ecstasy.

“Any other sexual experiences you find yourself wondering about?”

A grin pulls across my lips. “Do I strike you as the type of woman who holds back when I want something?” I ask. “I’m not shy, Caesar. If I’m curious about something or someone, I take it.”

Caesar’s gaze rakes over me, and before I know it, he steps into a private booth, pulling me along with him. My chest is pressed up against the wall, his hand knotted in my hair as he takes my thigh and pulls it up onto the edge of the loveseat.

“I like that about you,” he rumbles, his chest vibrating against my back. I suck in a breath as his large body presses in against me, his cock grinding against my ass. “You like control. You see what you like and you go after it, but not tonight.”

“No?” I ask as he pulls something from his pocket and takes my wrists, pulling them behind my back. Silky material brushes against my skin, and I can only assume it’s a tie. He pulls it tight, but not so much that it digs into my skin.

“No,” he purrs, taking hold of my bound wrists. “Tonight I am in control. You take only what I allow you. You scream when I tell you to. You come only when I’m finished with you. Do you understand me?”

A wild thrill shoots through my body, and when he pulls against my bound wrists, I come away from the wall. He adjusts me just a fraction, and before I know it, Caesar bends me over the loveseat, my tits pressed against the soft cushion as my knee remains braced on the seat.

Everything within me clenches.

Caesar stands directly behind me as I look back over my shoulder, watching him through the dim lighting, and the way his dark stare roams over my body is crippling.

His hand brushes against the back of my thigh, trailing higher beneath my black miniskirt until I feel his skilled fingers against my bare core.

His growl of approval at finding me without underwear is possessive and rich, and it stirs the wildest need within me. “Good girl,” he declares, that tone speaking directly to my soul.

His fingers push inside my waiting cunt, and I instantly push back against him, needing more, and just as I knew he would, he delivers, rolling his fingers over my G-spot and leaving me panting.

“Fuck. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?

” he says, removing his fingers a moment later and lifting them to his lips.

He sucks them dry before reaching down to the hem of my miniskirt and scrunching it in his hand.

He pulls it up over my ass, leaving me exposed, and when his hand flattens against the curve of my ass, excitement thrums through my veins.

I’m fucking soaked for this man. I’ve been here less than twenty minutes, and he already has me so worked up. I can only imagine the things Caesar could do to me if we had all night.

Caesar’s hand gently circles my ass, and I take a breath, holding it in anticipation, and not a moment later, his hand lifts before coming down in the perfect spank. I gasp, pushing back against him, asking for more.

“You like that, hellcat? You like being punished?”

I nod against the loveseat, my chest already heaving, and just as his hand comes down in another breathtaking spank, his fingers plunge back inside my cunt.

I cry out, the sharp sting on my ass quickly morphing into the sweetest pleasure, and as his long, thick fingers work me, I see stars.

He knows exactly what I like, massaging my walls and driving me wild.

His fingers split inside of me, and my hips grind, the pleasure booming through me like an electric current.

“Shhhhh, hellcat,” Caesar rumbles, placing his hand at my hip to steady me as the overwhelming pleasure takes over.

“Oh God,” I groan, feeling everything begin to tighten within me as he pushes me right to the edge.

His fingers don’t let up, rolling, stroking, splitting, and teasing, making my eyes roll in the back of my head.

I suck in a breath, and as he continues holding my hip, he entices every ounce of pleasure out of me.

“Fuck, Caesar,” I groan, trying to push back, trying to get some kind of respite, but he holds me still, having every bit of control over my body, just as he said he would. And damn it, he knows what I need, when I need it, and he doesn’t dare hold back.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs. “Take it. Show me how you fall apart for me.”

My body trembles, and just as his fingers roll over my G-spot again, my whole world detonates. I come hard, my walls manically spasming around his fingers as I cry out, reaching the highest of highs.

“Just like that,” he says, his fingers plunging deep into me over and over again.

My orgasm continues to build, viciously tearing through me as I struggle to keep still, my hips frantically jolting as I push back against him. My body becomes overly sensitive, my eyelids fluttering as every stroke of his skilled fingers leaves me gasping for air.