Page 30 of Vow to Corrupt You (Gods of Corruption #1)

Serena

The blend of pleasure and pain overwhelms my senses.

Initially, it hurts more than it’s pleasurable.

He’s so big and thick that I struggle to adjust to his cock taking reign inside me.

But the pain morphs into pleasure more and more with each thrust until it completely fades, replaced by addictive pleasure.

“Does it hurt?” he whispers in my ear, slowly pulling out.

“Just a little.” I moan as he inches back inside. “But the pleasure is definitely taking over.”

I am restrained and blinded, entirely at his mercy, and it’s thrilling.

I submit to the pleasure building within me, the silent anticipation of his next move is all I can focus on.

I don’t know where the next hot kiss, teasing nibble, or slightly painful bite will tingle my skin, and it’s utterly mind-blowing.

Knowing I can’t escape, can’t do anything but surrender to him, is exciting.

Each of my senses is heightened; he was right.

My skin is more sensitive to his touch, my smell more attuned to his scent, all of which act like an aphrodisiac, fueling my lust. The way he groans deeply with each thrust arouses me more than ever.

Now I don’t feel pain anymore. Only pleasure. Growing, unbearable pleasure from his thrusts, driving me toward an overwhelming sensation that inundates me like never before.

“Nikos…” his name involuntarily escapes as a moan.

I hear a groan of satisfaction before, with one swift move, Nikos turns my body, and I land on all fours.

With my hands still restrained, I lean toward the bedframe, my back arching.

I feel a wave of heat pooling between my thighs.

I don’t recognize myself, the feelings he arouses in me, but his dominance is turning me on.

I feel his hands gripping my hips, one gloved, one bare.

My heart races with anticipation, the thrill, and then once more the sensation as he thrusts into me again.

The room fills with our heavy breaths and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh with growing intensity.

My spine tingles as his bare hand rakes its way up, and then a gasp slips from my lips.

He gathers my hair and wraps it around his fingers before pulling my head back, still thrusting into me.

I feel pain from the pull of my hair, contrasting with the pleasure of his thrusts.

I can barely breathe, much less form a coherent sentence with everything he’s making me feel.

And just like that, the power behind his actions ramps up, and I can tell that he’s close. I cannot begin to describe the satisfaction that washes over me as his deep, low growl is followed by pulsating waves of his release inside of me.

“Now you’re mine,” he growls, his breath still heavy and ragged, still inside me. “Completely and irreversibly mine.”

Tingling shivers run through my body as I lie next to Nikos.

His fingertips circle my sensitive nipple.

I cannot explain it, but I feel different.

Does every woman feel like this after her first time?

As if it’s some kind of transformation from an innocent girl to a not-so-innocent woman?

As if something has changed despite nothing has changed?

Or except… everything has. I’ve been with a man.

I have given him myself in every sense. He has taken a piece of me I will never be able to take back.

And this moment will forever be engraved in my mind and soul.

“What are you thinking of?” His gravelly voice jolts me out of my thoughts, bringing my focus back to his touch, which sends a tingling sensation across my skin.

I glance at his other hand, still wearing a black leather glove.

“Really, Nikos, why do you wear these?” I roll onto my side, and he instinctively pulls his hand away. “There has to be more because you never touch me.”

“I do,” he growls, a mischievous glint igniting in his dark gaze, making another circle around my nipple.

“Not like that,” I drag my teeth over my lip. “You don’t touch me . Simply. Innocently.”

“There’s nothing innocent about me, wicked one .” He pulls himself up and rests against the bedframe, and I automatically do the same. I reach for the duvet to cover my naked body.

“I want to know.” My eyes scan his face, and his jaw tightens. I know there’s something behind it. It can’t be just his twisted whim. He wouldn’t be so strict, so consistent about it if it weren’t something deeper. Something that doesn’t let him forget about the gloves. It’s like his armor.

His toned chest broadens as he takes a deep breath. I look at his tattoo-covered scars scattered all over his torso. Who did this to him? And why? Was it his father? Or a rival? I have so many questions and no answers.

“I told you already,” his tone as brooding as the expression on his face. “I don’t want to feel.”

“Why, though?”

His head angles, so now our gazes lock. “You won’t let this go, will you?”

“No.” Not when I have a chance to drag something out of him. Not when, for the first time, I feel like there’s a flicker of humanity left in this dark, dangerous man.

“If you can’t feel things, it makes them seem a little less real. It doesn’t fuck you up so hard.”

“What do you mean?”

“The gloves create a barrier between me and the world, numbing my sense of touch. Everything feels less immediate and less real, almost like I’m a casual observer who is watching and experiencing my life from a distance.

Detached. As if it isn’t me who does all these things a sane person wouldn’t dare to think of doing. ”

There’s a haunting weight to his tone, like he’s battling with demons that cling to him. He must’ve done something with his bare hands that left a lasting imprint on his mind, affecting him on such a deep level that he couldn’t bear its weight any longer, so instead, he protects himself.

But why won’t he touch me outside of sexually? Is he scared of forming any sort of attachment? Any bond?

“I want you to touch me.” I sit in front of him and overlap his hand, the one bare of the glove, in mine. “Touch me . Not to pleasure me. Not because of lust. Feel me . You asked me to trust you,” I whisper, “and I have.”

Cautiously, I bring his hand close to my cheek but don’t force contact. It lingers just above my skin. “Now here I am, asking you to trust me.”