Page 19 of Vow to Corrupt You (Gods of Corruption #1)

Serena

So do you want me to fuck you, wicked one?

His husky voice echoes in my mind, each word in sync with my accelerated heartbeat.

The way his touch lingers on my skin, or the way his scent embeds itself in my lungs, is infuriating because it is…

inebriating. I hate how his proximity renders me powerless.

I hate that I love the things he does for me when I’m supposed to despise everything about him.

I thought he would be so callous, a deranged beast who’d ravage me the moment I stepped into his house.

Who would make me his prisoner, a slave to use and humiliate as he wanted.

But he isn’t, and he doesn’t. Instead, he declares war on a Colombian drug lord because he insulted me.

That doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense at all.

He was supposed to be evil and make my life miserable, remind me that I was only a debt that had to be paid… a life for a life.

The click of the door closing to his room sends my pulse racing.

He’s back from wherever he was. I need to go to him and tell him he should stop the war with the Castros before it even begins.

It was reckless to even consider starting a war over an insult.

Besides, I don’t want to be the reason that people die, I mean, that’s the sole reason I’m in this position, right?

Not even taking into account the amount of destruction that this war would bring.

Or is all of this just an excuse to see him?

Before I realize it, I push open the door to his bedroom and step inside, only to be stopped in my tracks.

He turns to me. His hair is tousled, his sharply defined body exposed, and he’s wearing black boxing shorts that are hanging precariously low on his hips. His sweat-slicked skin, glistening under the dim lights of the lamps on both sides of his king-size bed, ignites a flutter behind my rib cage.

“What were you doing?” I ask, dazed by the sight of his toned abs, though it’s pretty obvious.

“Boxing.” His tone couldn’t be blunter, but his exposed chest, moving in the rhythm of his labored breaths, causes a flush to creep up my cheeks.

“I…” I try to tear my gaze away from the canvas of tattoos inked on his broad torso.

Skulls wreathed in smoke, their sockets like black voids, stare back at me.

It looks deadly and dreadful, like a sight straight from Hell itself.

But it’s not the tattoo that scares and attracts me.

It’s the body beneath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would be naked,” I blurt, hypnotized by the frame of muscles before my eyes. “Well, almost naked.”

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Darling, I’m your husband. You can see me like this anytime you want.”

A wave of something I can’t decipher surges through my body. Something that makes me hot. If I were wearing panties, they’d be wet, but my body is only covered with a silky robe.

“I can come back later,” I barely mutter. “You were about to shower.”

“Yes. Join me.” His rough voice freezes every nerve in my body, halting my departure. His ambiguous offer sets them aflame.

“That’s not… necessary.”

His head tilts in that challenging, amused way that I’ve seen him do before. “It wasn’t a request.”

His gaze locks onto mine with a deliriously devilish glint that makes me swallow hard.

He unties the drawstring of his boxers, and as they fall to his feet, a heatwave rushes between my thighs.

My cheeks are burning, and I try to avert my gaze from his thick, long, and hard shaft.

I find myself nibbling on my bottom lip as he slowly walks toward me, revving up my heartbeat much like he revs up the horsepower of his Lamborghini.

“We won’t need that,” he murmurs, loosening the knot of the silky belt wrapped around my waist.

My body quivers when he grasps the fabric of my robe, his fingers grazing my skin as he does.

Wait, I can feel his touch, his bare skin against mine.

That means… he’s not wearing the gloves.

My gaze follows his hands, deliberately pushing the fabric down my arms. My vision gets a little bit hazy from the way his skin skims across mine, but I see his hands are perfect, unmarked.

“Why are you always wearing the gloves?” I breathe out, intoxicated by the rush of his touch, his naked body so close to mine.

“I don’t like to feel,” he lets the robe pool on the floor, and I feel exposed and vulnerable. At his mercy. Exactly how he vowed to have me, and it’s unsettling how exciting it feels.

“Feel?” I swallow, hesitantly meeting his gaze. It’s dark and full of lust.

“Anything.”

His vague reply and numb tone send my mind into overdrive.

Perhaps the scars he hides are more than just physical.

A dozen questions run through my head, clouded by the way his gaze roams down my naked body.

The way his breath heaves and slows, the chilly darkness in his eyes giving way to burning desire.

“Come,” he commands, and I follow him with no question.

He leads me to the en-suite bathroom connected to his bedroom and opens the glass shower door.

I hesitate before stepping in, my heart racing with anticipation.

Clinging to the shower door, I watch him trap us in this glass cage.

Though the shower is enormous, it feels too small to be enclosed with someone like Nikolaos Romano, whose presence alone consumes all the air in the room.

The stream of cool water cascades down on our bodies, doing nothing to quench the fire raging within.

My gaze drops down, tracing the way the waterdrops trail the contours of his muscles.

It’s a sight I could watch all day long.

A soft moan escapes at the sensation of his warm lips planting a hungry kiss on my chilled skin.

I feel him sucking and caressing with his tongue, like the first time when he left a hickey on my neck.

Maybe he’s branding me again. Marking me as if the ring on my finger or the tattoo on my collarbone didn’t scream, “I belong to Nikolaos Romano” already.

But now, I can’t bring myself to care. I’m too drunk on the intoxication of this moment; of the two of us naked in this shower.

“Touch me,” I whimper, coming undone from the way his lips overpower my body while he hasn’t touched me since we stepped inside the shower.

He pulls away, the sudden absence of his teasing kisses and bites leaving my pebbled nipples aching for more, and the muscles between my thighs constricting with need.

“No.” Something dangerously close to a smile tugs at his insanely tempting lips. I meet his gaze, my own eyes smoldering with want. “ You touch me.”

“Touch you?” I swallow the flutter in my belly.

The grin on his face grows, turning more mischievous. He grabs my wrist and places my hand on very large cock. My cheeks must flush the deepest shade of crimson, but I can’t deny the thrill that courses through my veins.

“You haven’t touched a man like this before, have you?” His teeth graze his bottom lip.

“N-no…” I clear my throat, savoring the feeling of his arousal in my palm. “Never.”

His hand overlaps mine, guiding my movements and pace. I watch, mesmerized, as his muscles tense with each stroke. The sounds of his growls awakens desires I never knew I had.

“Show me how…” I’m too embarrassed to finish the sentence, yet too aroused to stop. I didn’t think this would be so incredibly hot, but God, the way he’s coming undone because of me, my touch, I have never experienced something so mutually satisfying.

“Don’t worry, wicked one ,” his voice drips with lust, “I’ll teach you.”

His grip around my hand tightens, adjusting the pressure and rhythm that brings him the most pleasure.

“Just like that, baby.” A deep, low grunt drawls down his throat, unraveling me completely.

I follow his lead, my movements growing bolder and more confident with each movement. His breath becomes heavy and ragged, and his free hand clenches into a fist on the glass wall behind me.

“Fuck.” His hand releases mine, leaving me in charge, and he weaves his fingers into my wet hair.

Pure satisfaction rushes through me as I take control, speeding up the pace, alternatively slowing it, teasing the tip of his cock, my palm coating with his pre-cum.

I didn’t think I would enjoy this type of intimacy so much. Pleasuring a man. Pleasuring him . But seeing what my touch does to him, how powerful it makes me feel, is so damn satisfying.

Another deep growl fills my ears as my hand squeezes harder around his shaft, stroking faster and more forcefully.

“Keep. Going.” He says through gritted teeth.

His hand in my hair clenches, and he nibbles his lower lip, holding back another groan I was craving to hear.

The heat pools between my thighs as he climaxes, and a hot stream of cum shoots onto my belly; immediately washed away by the running water.

He places the knuckle of his middle finger underneath my jaw, forcing our gazes to lock.

One of his hands makes its way to my core, now slick with arousal, “You’re so wet, wicked one . I’m not sure which one of us enjoyed it more,” he teases.

I clear my throat, trying to suppress a moan desperately wanting to escape my lips.

“The war with the Castros,” I mumble, recalling the reason I came to see him in the first place.

Before I got distracted by the sin-worthy beauty of this man.

“You can’t… You should stop it. I don’t want people to die because of me… ”

His eyes flicker between mine as he runs his knuckle along my jaw.

“You’re my wife, Serena. My. Wife. And no one will call you names.

Let alone a pathetic wretch like him. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.

You’re worth more than his entire bloodline, or any other insignificant human walking this earth, for that matter. Remember that.”

I swallow. Hard. No one has ever said anything like this to me before. And those aren’t just empty words. He proved it with his actions he’s made without hesitation.

Is that why his touch now erases any negative feelings I had for him, replacing them instead with a want I’ve never felt before?

In one swift motion, he turns me around so that my back is now pressed firmly against his chest, pinning my body against him.

His hand slides down my belly and down between my thighs while the other grabs my wet hair, wrapping it around his fingers and pulling firmly, tilting my head backward and exposing my neck to his hungry gaze.

He leans in closer, his lips grazing against my ear.

“Now, beg me to fuck you.”

With that statement and the intensity of this moment, I come undone and can’t take it anymore, “Please, fuck me, Nikos.”