Deceitful Vows by Brook Wilder

 

Chapter 31

Paige

 

What have I done?

 

He lifts his head from in between my legs, with victory dripping from his lips. Strong hands glide down my thighs and spread them farther apart. I tremble at the touch, though not from fear. Panic rises up. The word escaped my lips before I could stop myself.

 

I begged.

 

He won.

 

But that can’t happen! Once Andrei wins, I will lose everything. It’s more than a teasing game. Once we have sex, I will belong to him. With a single whispered word, I will have consented to more than sex. I will have consented to stay. To be his real wife in every way.

 

I slide off the desk and put it between us. Andrei smirks, relishing in his victory. He stalks toward me, and I hurry around to the other side.

 

“Did I hear you ask for something?” he asks.

 

“I asked,” I reply. “I didn’t beg.”

 

His mouth flattens into a line, and he gives me a look that makes my pussy tremble. And then my traitorous brain whispers: why not let him have his way?

 

“We are married,” He moves toward me.

 

I continue darting in the opposite direction. “Because you wanted it.”

 

“Then you should know I get what I want.”

 

Andrei does get what he wants. And when his name is mentioned, I also get what I want. His power puts me in a bubble. There’s no disputing that. I’ve seen this power at the restaurant, and then later at the boutique. His power is absolute, even the little bit that extends to me. It’s hard to resist. It radiates off him and intoxicates me.

 

It’s everything that I could ever want, except for the most important thing. My freedom.

 

“Why keep fighting?” he asks.

 

I don’t know, but I have to.

 

He moves toward me quickly, rounding the desk from the other direction. I barely slip away. His eyes narrow as he realizes that maybe I’m not playing. He could overpower me, but he won’t. My gaze trails over his hard chest and defined abs—the body of a Greek god. I wonder again why I’m even resisting.

 

One quick move and suddenly I find myself in his arms. My hands are pinned between us and resting on the bulge in his pants.

 

“I bet I can make you beg,” I whisper as I give him a tantalizing squeeze.

 

His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip. I mimic the move as my hand traces the huge outline in his pants. His grip on my body hardens, and I struggle to get away.

 

“I’m not ready yet,” I whisper.

 

He looks down his nose at me and I feel a moment of regret. What if rejecting him gets me nothing? I must be crazy. He won’t ignore me. I’m his wife, but that doesn’t mean he won’t treat me badly.

 

He’s still a criminal, after all.

 

Andrei lets me go and puts his hands on his hips. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants off his legs.

 

Then his boxers come off, and I stare shamelessly at what’s between his legs.

 

In bed, there’s nothing that holds me back when I tease and taste him. But here? As I stare at the massive cock jutting from his muscular body, I recall the night the velvety head pushed past my lips. Andrei stands naked before me, a relaxed grin hovering on his mouth as he gives his cock a slow and tantalizing stroke. I writhe involuntarily, and the grin on his face widens.

 

“Do you plan to fuck me with your eyes?” he asks.

 

Asshole!

 

I keep my eyes focused on his as I walk slowly forward, tossing my hair as I approach. My hand rests lightly on his solid chest and slowly drifts down. Slowly, I scoot closer until my lips brush the hard contours of his body while my hands keep me balanced as I poke my ass out with each inch I descend.

 

A soft moan tumbles from his lips when my tongue traces down past his abs to the deep bands of muscle guiding me to his cock like a road map. I lower myself to my knees, determined to draw out his torture. Another moan rumbles from above, and I let the tip of his cock trace a thin wet line up from the crook of my chin until it rests on my lips.

 

I look up at him, and his eyes are dark and hungry. His musk hangs heavy in my nose, and my mouth slowly parts to let my tongue tease his head with a quick dart.

 

I keep my eyes locked on his as I open my mouth wider to wrap my lips around his hot, throbbing head. His cheeks flush, and his breath turns more uneven as my tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh. The salty taste makes me moan, and his lips part. My gentleness is making him impatient.

 

Victory blooms in my heart. He’s about to beg.

 

But instead, all I hear is, “Don’t tease me with your mouth.”

 

He grabs my chin and pushes his cock further into my throat. I try to relax, but I gag from the fullness that fills my mouth. His eyes remain locked on me, but I refuse to blink even as my eyes start watering. I can do this. I can make him beg. I run my fingernails over his ass, drawing another appreciative moan from him as I continue swallowing every inch.

 

“Oh,” he moans. “You dirty bitch.”

 

He pushes in again, deeper with each thrust. I will myself to relax. He scrunches up his face, moaning with desire as he places both hands on my head. The strokes go deeper. I try to take a breath through my nose, but all it does is make me gag again.

 

My body heats up, and I feel my watering eyes leaking at their corners. Andrei pauses; maybe he’s unsure that I can even do this, so I place my hand in between my legs. I moan against his thick cock to let him know that I’m not so easily broken, and he slides in a little more.

 

“You are my bride,” he moans. “Only you can make me feel this good. Only you.”

 

My pussy tingles at hearing his praise. My brain tells me he’s saying it because he wants sex. But my heart hushes my unkind thoughts. He took a bullet for me.

 

Tears prick my eyes as he slips in a little more but still not all the way down. I grip his taut thighs and imagine him doing the same to my pussy. Andrei doesn’t know how much this makes me want to fuck him. Or maybe he does. But in this moment, I’m secretly glad his cock fills my mouth.

 

Because as long as he’s in my mouth, I can’t beg.

 

I taste the salt on his skin and smell his scent as he buries himself to the hilt in my throat. I start to waver and wonder if I’m about to pass out. His hands tighten in my hair as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest. I start shaking, but he holds me still. His cock swells in my throat and just as I think I have to pull away, he lets out a roar of triumph.

 

Cum floods my mouth and down my throat, salty and warm, and I swallow every last drop. Only when the edges of my vision start trembling do I pull back, gasping, as the last few drops splash my chest.

 

Andrei looks down and smiles at the wreck he has made of me. Hundreds of dollars wasted on hair and makeup, but he doesn’t care at all. And I don’t either.

 

I know I won that round, and he knows it too.

 

He holds his cock in his hand and then kneels on the floor next to me. He kisses my face even though I look a mess. But the expression on his face tells me that he wants me.

 

“Krasivaya,” he whispers as he curls a finger under my chin. “Now get dressed. We’re going out to dinner.”