Deviant Vows by Anna Widzisz

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Davina

My eyes open, and I can almost feel the excitement of having one of those slow, quiet nights at home which hasn’t happened ever since I took over the Firm. It was always only business. However, after everything that went down in the last few weeks with Macsen, Theo, and trying to get everyone back on track, both Macsen and I thought that we deserve to take a step back and rest.

Settled on Macsen’s chest, I try to focus on the film, though he makes it difficult by stroking my nipples underneath my hoodie with his thumbs. I can feel them pebble beneath his fingers and the warmth spreads through my body like a wildfire.

“How are you feeling?” he asks and I look up at him with a frown as if he just asked something so incredibly stupid I can’t comprehend. And he might have as well. “I don’t mean that,” he adds, seeing my expression.

At first, I don’t say anything. I know what he’s really asking but every time I talk about my feelings, it still doesn’t make me even a little bit comfortable. It’s just how I am. My emotions were on lockdown for so long I made myself think I have none.

“Answer me, love.”

I swallow, taking a deep breath. “At peace,” I whisper. “I feel at peace. Almost as if everything was well in the world for the very first time. I don’t care about anything but here and now. Not even my sister.”

I realise he saw how what happened with Diana has affected me before. Even if I tried not to show it, she’s my family and it hurts that it’s just by blood. Because they say that blood is thicker than water, and what I learnt throughout the last few months can’t be further from the truth.

“She won’t disrespect you like this anymore. I’ll make sure of this,” Macsen tells me but I shake my head.

His fingers are still so damn distractive.

“I can deal with my sister, and the best way is to just leave her be. I don’t have time to worry about our relationship anymore. I’ve tried but some people just won’t budge.”

I hear him sigh heavily as if he has a different thing in mind, but gives up on the topic. We both have shitty family situations and perhaps it's best to just ignore it all. Maybe it’ll go away at some point, or we will realise that we are fine with how things are.

I pull my legs up and his hands sneak under my knees as he brings me even closer. I can feel his cock getting hard under my ass and it makes me even wetter with every passing second.

A moan escapes my lips when he kisses my neck, his nose brushing my cheek and jawline. The scent of his cologne is so enthralling that my head spins. I dig my nails in his thighs, shifting my weight. But he’s stronger so he doesn’t let me move too much.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re not going anywhere now,” he tells me.

“I would never dream of it.” Taking him by surprise, I use his own body to loosen his hold on me and turn around. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms fly to the backrest. The darkness in his eyes speaks volumes, mixing in with a pure desire for me.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

And my demons respond at once.

I nod, biting my bottom lip suddenly feeling too hot for words.

“I’m all yours.”

So I do. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tilt his head back slightly and close the only distance left between us, crashing my lips on his with no hesitation. I open my mouth for him, letting his tongue in. Because of the intensity, it takes a few seconds before we find our rhythm and try to keep our dominance at bay.

I whimper just when he groans. He puts his hands in my shorts, grabbing my ass. I start moving, rubbing my pussy against his cock, annoyed at the clothes still in our way. It feels like I can come at any moment just from this situation alone.

“Macsen,” I choke out the words against his mouth, pulling back to catch my breath.

He licks down my throat, “Yes, love?”

“Fuck me like you love me.”

I don’t have to tell him twice because as I’m moving my hips, practically riding his cock, he pulls up my hoodie over my head and throws it on the floor. My breasts are out and my nipples pucker up against his chest. I fist his T-shirt in my palm and rip it open.

Looking down, my mouth waters. His tattooed and ripped body is so fucking perfect I find no words to describe it. Each inked part, each scar… Everything is pure perfection. My eyes roam over every inch of his skin.

He smiles. “Oh love, I’ll make you scream.” He bites my lip. “All night long.”

“Good, I’m counting on it.”

My hands cover his and I help him slide my shorts and knickers down, and soon I’m completely naked. I arch my back so that my breasts brush his chest and get him more riled up.

“You trust me?” he asks, taking me aback. Not because I can’t answer, but because I suddenly wonder what requires trust in this situation. More than usual. But I nod my head anyway.

“Perfect. Go to the balcony.”

And I do.

Standing there in the dark, I feel the wind blowing lightly, giving me goosebumps but it’s summer so the temperature isn’t low. I take a few steps towards the glass railing, looking over at the city, and waiting for Macsen to show up.

A sense of calmness overtakes my body and hearing the footsteps behind me doesn't unnerve me anymore. I know that we’re here alone in the penthouse and he’s not going to hurt me. At least not in a way I won’t enjoy.

Just as I turn around to face him the lights flicker in the corner. Then the hot tub turns on and I already realise what Macsen wants. And it excites me. He’s standing there with his fingers in the water, checking whether it’s hot enough. His back is to me and he’s completely naked as well. The curves and dimples in his backside bring me in closer, and approaching softly and quietly, I wrap my arms around his stomach, hugging him from behind with my head tilted to the side so that I can watch what he’s doing.

“Someone could see us,” he says but it doesn’t seem as if he actually cares. It’s rather the protective side of him making him realise that I’m exposed to anyone's eyes. Not just his.

What he doesn’t know is that I find it all the more interesting. “Then they better look closely at what’s going to happen.”

He chuckles and faces me, his eyes narrow. My eyebrow arches.

“Get on the edge of the hot tub and on your knees,” he orders and I find it so powerful that he knows exactly what he wants that I have no problem giving up the control.

I jump up and bend down showing him my arse. My stomach flutters and the hairs on my arms stand on end as his hands spread my arse cheeks and without hesitation, he licks from my pussy up.

I shake, moaning loudly. My breathing is deep and fast with the way his tongue doesn’t miss a single spot. He feasts almost like a dying man in need of water. My legs tremble as I’m focusing on whether I’m still breathing because with Macsen’s touch, I’m not so sure.

Looking back, our eyes lock and I see him going down on me.

Then he adds two fingers to my pussy. I grip the edge of the hot tub so hard that my hands hurt. I’m watching him push into me while his tongue circles around my holes going back and forth.

“Fuck, Macsen,” I cry out.

My face flushes and I’m wondering if it’s from the heat of the water evaporating into the air or my feelings coming to life. I try to bite back my moans but it’s of no use. He toys with me so well that I can only watch and wait.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, and as he digs his hands in my hips, he brings me back to him. My arse is planted on the surface of the hot tub. He cups my face. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” He traces the scar on my throat, his eyes holding so much adoration that I’m starting to think that they’ve switched up my husband.

But we both became suckers for one another.

“I love you,” I tell him.

No holding back anymore.

Never again.

“And I love you. You’re mine till death do us part.”

I shrug. “Maybe a little longer than that.”

He walks up the stairs and gets into the hot tub. I whirl to face him and put my legs in the water as well. As he looks up at me, his face is perfectly illuminated making him even more handsome.

Damn, Davina. When have you become so cheesy?

He crouches, getting himself wet, and then sits on the opposite side of me. His cock is big and throbbing already, and he grips it, slowly going up and down while I’m watching. I know he’s inviting me to ride him, but I take my sweet time just to tease him a little bit.

“Did nobody teach you it’s not polite to keep a man like me waiting?”

I shrug again.

He sounds serious, but he smirks and I know it’s just a game between us.

“Come here,” he says and I push myself off the ledge and walk to him. The hot water hugs my body, but along the wind blowing into my hair, it’s rather a weird sensation. On top of whatever Macsen is going to do to me.

Instead of sitting on him again, I lower down my head and cover his hand on his cock with mine, following his strokes. I keep my eyes on him.

“Suck my cock, Davina.”

I shake my head, my lips curving into a wide smile. Instead, I rest my foot on his thigh and guide the tip to my pussy. I’m soaking wet so the juices coat his cock.

Slowly, I lower myself, taking his hand away and placing it on my ass yet again. He moves to sweep me off my feet and holds me up, impaling me. A loud cry rushes through my lips. The pain mixes with the pleasure of this sudden movement, and I can feel him inside me, filling me up.

I dig my nails in his back, scratching it from the overload of emotions. And he stares at me while moving me up and down his cock, my feet wrapped around his waist.

I can smell his heady scent, and all I can think about is having him all to myself all day every goddamn day. I start to shake again.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans. “Say something, love. I want to hear that voice of yours.”

He brushes his nose on my throat before kissing me quickly.

“Macsen, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I tell him.

I tip my chin up, feeling his teeth against my skin, and I hold my breath.

He pushes all the way in, fast and strong without a second of rest. It burns and I clench my thighs just to release with a bigger shudder.

My eyes flutter open without me even realising that I closed them and I look up at the starless night. It’s all so beautiful that I don’t care about anything but right here and now.

Each of his moves is hard, rough and fucking wonderful as his eyes stay on me. It’s as if he’s studying me to adjust what he’s doing and make my head spin faster. He slams back in and gently pulls out. It’s so glorious.

I whimper at the same time as he says “fuck” under his breath and my nails drag down his back harder. Tears fill my eyes as pain is a constant with pleasure. My feelings are so overwhelming that it’s not possible to hold it all in.

He thrusts into me again, his hand flying up to my throat as he’s squeezing it a little bit, limiting my breathing. He fucks me hard, brutally, but the feelings, intensity and power are all there. Love is there.

My head falls back and my back arches. I hold on close to him. Macsen dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth, biting it lightly before moving to the second one. He’s going back and forth without stopping his thrusts. I feel light. Almost as if I had taken ecstasy or some other shit.

“Fucking mine to do whatever I want with.”

He grabs me and lays me down on the edge, hovering over me. He’s holding me tight so I cannot move without breaking that connection that we have. I am flat against a wooden bench, watching him slam inside me. His muscles tighten, his arms on both sides of my head.

His breath comes out in pants and I love how affected he is. Not just me. And so our voices of pleasure mix creating one smooth melody for my ears.

“I’m going to come inside you, love,” he warns me but I don’t care. “So come with me.”

I’m on the edge. Each second makes it hard to breathe and I know I’m close. Especially when I feel how violent he is. It’s like this between us. Not gentle, subtle love-making. It’s rough and real and still… it’s love.

Macsen groans again and he comes inside me, filling me up. I shudder, sweat all over my body. And I join him, letting go. I’m choking on the warmth from the hot tub and enjoying watching his beautiful face as we try to catch a breath at last. His fingers tangle in my hair and he kisses me passionately.

For a moment we just stay like this, and I am sore. Tomorrow it’s probably going to be worse but I couldn’t care less. I’d do it all over again, and who knows, maybe we will go for a second round soon.

I smile up at him.

“I have one request, Davina,” he says after a few minutes.

I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue.

“Let’s start over. As if the meeting has just happened, and we are yet to get married. Before you signed that stupid document.”

I nod. “Alright.” And I pull him in by his neck, kissing him again as if to confirm my words.

I want that.

I want all of that.

A fresh start.