Deviant Vows by Anna Widzisz
CHAPTER SEVEN
Macsen
Looking at my reflection, I adjust my tie, getting ready for the annual masquerade ball way outside of Liverpool in Lancaster Castle that we have for ourselves at the beginning of May every year. It’s the start of summer for us, and this year is also the start of the union between our two families. Everyone is going to be there. Hopefully behaving themselves.
I take my mask from the bedside table and walk towards the bathroom where Davina is getting ready. It’s been a week since the territorial fight at the auction, and so far things have been running smoothly. Surprisingly.
Though, I can’t help but think about what tonight will bring. I knock on the door gently. “The car is ready, we should head out,” I mutter, running my fingertips along the smooth lines of the black mask that will just be covering the area around my eyes.“Just a minute,” her muffled answer comes through the closed doors, and I take a seat on the bed while scrolling through some emails, planning the next day of work. Few minutes pass by when I hear the bathroom door opening, urging me to look up, and the sight that greets me takes my breath away.
Davina emerges out in a black, spaghetti gown. The deep V neckline gives a teasing peek of her cleavage, and the slit at the side shows off her smooth, long legs. Black high heels are tied around her ankles. Two long diamond earrings dangle from her earlobes and a diamond belt wraps her waist. She doesn’t put on heavy makeup, but she doesn’t need it considering she looks like a fucking gorgeous, alluring goddess.
Absolutely stunning.
Taking her small, black purse, she comes to stand in front of me and combs her fingers through her soft, wavy hair. With her roses and crowned skull tattoo covering her left arm, somehow it makes her look even more beautiful.
“I’m ready,” she murmurs.
Standing up, I pass a golden and black mask to her, my eyes never leaving the sight of her flawless face. Just looking at her makes my blood roar with a sudden desire. The urge to hitch up her dress and fuck her against the mirror as we watch each other is very strong. She smirks with a mischievous look appearing on her face as if she could read my mind. Taking the mask, she leans closer, running her fingertips along my tie before moving up and tracing my jawline.
“I know that look very well,” she whispers, her lips almost touching mine.
I smile darkly, leaning closer but she moves back slightly. “What look?”
“The look that says you want to fuck me hard, filling my pussy with so much cum that it won’t stop dripping down my legs when I spread my thighs.”
I let out a groan at the back of my throat, grasping her waist tightly and pulling her closer to me. From her words alone I am about to make her wish come true. She has no filter which is a refreshing change from all those society girls. But when I want to answer her with equally dirty words, she steps back and goes out of the room.
“We need to go. I hate being late for anything and we have an hour-long trip to get there,” she mutters almost as if she hasn’t just made me think of hundreds of different positions I’d take her in.
I swallow, getting my act together.
On the drive there, I try to focus on the road so as not to mess up the directions, but it seems like the toughest job when my mind keeps thinking about the gorgeous little minx beside me. And as if she could sense it, she places her hand on my thigh, running her fingers up and down. Her nails are digging into my skin.
She lets out a low chuckle before leaning back, her fingertips touching her plump lips that I want to kiss so badly.
“I must say I enjoy reading you like an open book,” she murmurs. I remain silent, focusing on my driving. “Aren’t you curious to know what I’m thinking right now?” she whispers.
I swallow, licking my dry lips and shaking my head gently. I usually do want to know that, though I have a feeling this time it’s going to complicate my feelings rather than help.
“Not even a little bit curious.” Her voice fades away. I glance at her. Davina moves her hand lower, caressing her neck and breasts. Her breathing turns raspy while she continues exploring her own body. “You don’t want to know how my skin starts to burn with yearning when you look at me with those lust-filled eyes? How I want your lips kissing mine while your fingers trace my wet cunt before fucking me with those fingers.”
I start to breathe heavily, unable to decide if I should keep looking at the road or at her. Or perhaps drive off the beaten track and have my way with her. Fuck the ball.
Luckily, as we’re driving through the centre of the city, there’s traffic. I stop the car and turn my focus to Davina.
Who the fuck would have thought that this would be the kind of relationship we’d have. The hatred is still heavily present but the physical attraction can’t be hidden.
“I’m wet already just thinking about your hands on my body,” she rasps, moving the end of her dress aside as I get the view of her black, lace knickers. Fuck, I want to rip them into shreds. She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns towards me with her back resting against the door. Then she pulls her legs up, heels digging in the seat and she spreads her legs. Smiling mischievously, she pulls her knickers aside showing me her wet, glistening cunt.
Fucking hell.
I lean forward to bury my face between her thighs, but she stops me by placing her heel against my chest and shakes her head. “No touching,” she says slowly, and it has my heart beating faster against my chest. Several cars are around us, but nobody can see what is happening inside the car behind the black tinted glass. Pushing me back with her feet, she spreads her legs further. Her fingers are glistening from her juices as she traces her slit with her head tilted back.
She moans.
“Fuck,” I rasp, watching her make circular motions on her clit before putting two fingers inside herself. I feel my throat tightening, and it’s hard to breathe. My hands itching to touch her.Biting her lip, she fucks herself deeper and faster, then adds one more finger. “Watch how wet I am. Soaking fucking wet just from thinking about your cock buried inside me to the hilt,” she breathes out, moaning. Her chest is heaving. My cock is so fucking hard that it is begging for relief. Moving my hand down, I cup it over my slacks and let out a breathy groan. “And when we both come together, I want to see your cum dripping out like my juices will be right now, coating your seat.”
Her fingers start to move faster, and from the sight of her legs shaking, it’s clear she’s going to come anytime now. I’ve seen several women in my life masturbating, but seeing Davina touch herself is the most alluring sight I’ve ever witnessed.
But then I hear the honking of several cars right behind us and get distracted from the hypnotising view of Nyx. Damn it!
I shift gear and start driving again. I’m so high on desire that I can barely think of anything else other than Davina sitting next to me. The worst thing is that it takes forty more minutes to get to the castle. Even when I break all the goddamn rules and speed.
Irritation and frustration are through the roof when we finally turn the car into the driveway. Hearing Davina chuckling makes me turn to her with a glare.
“This look suits you so well. All flustered and irritated with desire. A rare but perfect combination,” she teases. But then she moves her hands underneath her gown and pulls down her soaked knickers before placing them on the gear shift. With a wink at me, she takes her mask and puts it on before straightening her dress as she is leaving the car. My eyes go down to what she left behind. Shaking my head, I put on my own mask and take her knickers before putting them inside my suit pocket. I pass my keys to the valet and stand beside Davina as we head inside the venue, but I still can’t stop thinking about Davina’s bare pussy underneath her dress.
The masquerade ball is hosted by Mayor Wright and his family. They make it their priority to always be involved with our family. Just in case they want to ask for more help than they’re already getting. Thankfully, I’m the only one who is interested in politics, so before bringing the Firm back together, I was the only one doing business in this exact direction.
Putting my arm around Davina, we walk on a black carpet that leads us alongside the castle and towards the main ballroom. I glance over my shoulder with our guards following us. One of the waiters approaches us with a tray of champagne and I hand a glass to Nyx. I glance around, looking at the decorations. I must say the Mayor’s wife went all out for everything. Black and white lanterns, a pavilion, tables with elegant flower decorations, a band playing music underneath the two-way stairs and a huge dance floor. Everything is lit up.
Just then the mayor saunters towards us with his wife, both wearing masks.
“It’s an honour to have you here, Mr and Mrs Addison,” he greets us, shaking my hand and offering Davina a nod. I feel Nyx tensing for a moment beside me, enjoying that every time she is called by this surname she feels irritated.
“Pleased to be here. Everything looks great,” I comment casually.
His wife, Sylvia, blushes with a gentle wave of her hand. “It’s no big deal. I’m impressed that the company I hired did such great work.”
For the next hour or so we mingle with the rest of the guests. When our sixth guest leaves to talk with someone else, I glance at Davina to find her looking inquisitively at someone. Frowning, I see a woman dressed in a full-sleeved, shimmering black gown heading in our direction with a smirk on her lips. Her hair is styled in a bun with a few loose strands touching the side of her face. She’s wearing a mask similar to Davina’s, but I can easily tell, they know each other.
“Arya,” Davina greets her in a gentle yet serious tone.
Arya nods at her, keeping her distance before shifting her gaze towards me. “Ah. Nyx’s husband, Macsen.”
This time I feel my body tensing from a sudden stab from the insult. Throughout my life, I’ve been recognised and called either the son of Victor Addison or Macsen, but this was the first time I was acknowledged as Davina's husband. Suppressing my anger, I shake her hand with a timid smile.
“And you are?” I ask.
She chuckles lightly as if I told her a joke or something.
“I didn’t know your husband is so unfamiliar with your business. I expected more from you, Nyx.”
Davina rolls her eyes and looks at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. “Well, my choices were minimal. You know the saying – something is better than nothing.”
If there weren’t so many guests, I wouldn’t have hesitated to shoot Davina to shut her up.
“This is Arya. She is the manager of one of my gentleman’s clubs and helps me run some of my sex industry ventures as well.”
I arch an eyebrow, surprised. “So you are a whore.”
Arya doesn’t seem the least bit affected by my crude words. As if she has heard it many times before. Which she probably has. “You weren’t wrong to say your husband is an arrogant arsehole.” That makes Davina chuckle darkly and annoys me to no end. But then I notice a familiar face. It’s Olivia, the mayor’s daughter, and also the woman I fucked casually before getting married. She bites her lip, her gaze darkening. It’s clear she has something else in mind.
And that’s when a wicked idea crosses my head. I smirk gesturing for her to come. She instantly excuses herself from whomever she was talking to and walks towards me.
“Macsen,” she draws out my name with a hint of seductiveness hidden in her tone. Leaning forward, she gets on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. Her dress is revealing for sure, with two side slits showing off her thighs and the keyhole neckline with a deep V revealing even the sides of her body.
“It’s been so long since I last saw you,” she murmurs but not for one second does she spare a glance at Nyx. But it’s evident that Davina isn’t pleased at all with meeting Olivia based on her tense body and a scowling expression that I try so hard to ignore.
“Very long indeed. How have you been?” I ask her, acting as if I’m oblivious about not being alone.
“Not so good, but now that I’m seeing you again I’m sure I will feel much better. Want to dance?” she asks, offering me her hand. Without a second thought, I unwrap my arm from Davina and take Olivia’s hand before guiding her to the dance floor. Deep down I have zero interest in Olivia.
I can’t deny that there was a time when I fucked her mostly because the woman was up for any sort of dark fantasy I had, and she fulfilled it all. But after my wedding night, every woman seems plain in comparison to Davina. And the mere thought makes me enraged. As more days pass by, I feel a sudden, unsettling emotion gripping me, but I suppress it every time I remind myself how different we’re from each other. Our territories may have been united, but our tainted hearts never will be.