Page 48 of Vow to Corrupt You (Gods of Corruption #1)

Nikos

Greece feels like a different world. It’s not just about the sunsets painting the sky in hues of pink or the endless sea.

Italy is equally beautiful. It’s about the feelings the country offers.

Freedom. Serenity. Here, I am not the God of the Dead.

I am simply Nikolaos, a man like any other, at least in some parts of the country.

It’s also my mother’s country. Her heritage.

She always said Greece was the only place she ever truly felt free.

Now, I feel exactly the same. That’s why I brought Serena here for a couple of weeks.

So she can feel free again. Heal. She deserves it.

Hell, we both do. Call it the honeymoon we’ve never had.

It wasn’t planned. None of it. Not the marriage, not the chaos that followed, and most certainly, not the feelings that have taken root deep inside me. But when I look at her now, I know all of it was the right choice.

“You’re quiet,” she says softly, turning to me. She stands at the yacht’s bow, hair swept back by the salty breeze.

I step closer, closing the gap between us. “Just admiring the view.”

Her cheeks flush, and a genuine sense of fulfillment warms my face, knowing I can still do that to her.

“This is where your mother grew up, isn’t it?

” Her question feels like an attempt to switch the topic, anything to avoid talking about how beautiful she is.

Despite the changes she’s undergone over the past few weeks, her transformation into my personal Queen of the Underworld, she still carries that light within her.

I nod, looking at Ithaca Island, which seems so small from afar. “Yes. This is my mother’s country, the island where she was born and raised, where she would take me for vacation. This is where I have the most beautiful memories from.”

Serena places her hand on my cheek, her touch making my heart beat harder, something only she has ever been able to draw from me. “Is she buried here? In Greece? In Ithaca?”

I look at the sea, the breeze, making me feel the presence of my mother. “She wanted her ashes swept into the sea here. She longed to return to her home, her Ithaca.”

“This is beautiful.” Serena smiles softly.

I nod, my hand reaching for her chin, fingers tilting her face toward mine. “Ithaca always felt like the only home I truly had, even though I was born and raised in Italy.”

“And now?”

“And now, you’re my Ithaca. You’re my home, Serena.”

“If I’m honest,” she runs her teeth over her bottom lip as if embarrassed, “I never thought I’d find my home in you.”

“Can’t blame you, can I?” I joke, and she chuckles.

“But now, I feel it, too, Nikos.” Her voice softens, our eyes locked still. “Nothing compares to the way you make me feel. Like you’re my safe place, where I belong.”

I slide my hand to the back of her head and pull her closer, planting a kiss on her forehead. I didn’t believe someone like me deserved a home, but she proved me wrong. Turns out even a villain can get his happy ending.

“Can I ask you something?” She moves back slightly, setting her gaze on mine.

“Of course.”

She hesitates, again nibbling her bottom lip. “Your vasectomy. Did you do it because of your past?”

Her question isn’t surprising; I’ve been expecting it sooner or later, but it’s still harder than I thought.

“Yes. I don’t want to be a father. I am not capable of being one, not after what my father did to me.

” I exhale a heavy breath, my hand running involuntarily through my hair.

“I won’t risk becoming him. I won’t hurt a child the way he hurt me. ”

Her hands cup my face, forcing me to look at her. “You’re not like him. You never were and never will be. I know you’d protect your child the way you protect me. And your mother, I’m sure she’d say the same. She would be proud of you.”

I huff a chuckle. “Not sure about that.”

She takes a deep breath, her brows knitting together and her voice softening. “You’re not incapable of love, Nikos. You love me.”

Her words hit me hard. She’s right. I do love her. More than I ever thought I could anyone. It may be a disturbed, twisted, sick kind of love, but at the same time, the most powerful that could exist. Because I would die for her. I would kill for her. And most importantly, I would live for her.

“I know vasectomies can be reversed,” she says with a hint of hope in her voice. “Maybe one day you’d consider it…”

I place my hand over hers on my cheek and bring it to my lips. “Perhaps.” That single word feels like it’s holding a weight I’m not ready to unpack yet. Not sure if I ever will.

She smiles, and it feels like the sun breaking through a storm. “Perhaps is enough. For now.” She presses her lips to mine, smiling the entire time. “For now, all I need is you. You make my life feel like a fairytale.”

“A fairytale?” My brow raises. I’d say more like a twisted fantasy. “I’m not sure I make a very good Prince Charming.”

She chuckles. “That’s the thing, Nikos. I realized I don’t want a Prince Charming.

I want you. A big bad wolf who would die for me, kill for me, raze the world down for me…

” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but this time, there’s a seductive, sultry, provocative glint in her eyes. “And fuck me like you do.”

A devilish smirk I can’t help plays on my lips. I lean in, whispering into her ear. “That can be arranged.”

“Oh yes?” she says playfully.

I slide my hands down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze as I pull her against my body. Then my lips crash into hers, hard and demanding. The kiss turns more aggressive when she gives in to it, giving me total control.

I spin her around, pressing her front against the railing of the yacht, and hike her dress up around her waist. She gasps as my fingers tug at her thong, and with a sharp snap, they’re ripped away, leaving her exposed to the open air.

“You like it rough, don’t you, wicked one?” I growl, nibbling her earlobe.

Her head falls back onto my chest while I swiftly unzip my pants. She moans as the crown of my cock rubs against her slick folds, teasing her until she’s practically begging for it.

“Please,” she cries out.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl,” I suck on her neck, leaving a hickey on her skin.

She moans in response, and I thrust into her with enough force that makes her cry out again.

My hands grip her hips, pulling her back onto me as I slam into her again, each thrust deep and rough.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with her moans and the sea waves, has to be my favorite sound now.

“You’re mine,” I growl, one of my hands moving up to her throat, squeezing it just enough to heighten her pleasure as I fuck her harder. “Say it.”

“I’m yours. Only yours. All yours,” she barely mutters, losing herself in the building pleasure.

“Come for me, wicked one. I want to feel you shatter around my cock.”

And so she does. Her moans grow louder, more ragged, her pussy convulsing on my cock as she screams my name. I keep thrusting, riding out her orgasm. My teeth sink into her shoulder as I feel a brutal wave of pleasure as I drown in her.