Deceitful Vows by Brook Wilder
Chapter 50
Andrei
Fucking take it.
I will.
Paige challenges me with a steel gaze, her eyes filled with anger, hurt, and desire. Straddling her hips, I lean in and slip my tongue into her waiting mouth, exploring it. She responds eagerly, pushing her hips against the erection straining against my pants.
My frustration blinds me, and I’m rougher than I should be. I yank the top of her dress down to her waist and lust for her hard nipples, ready to be sucked. I tug the hem of her dress over her hips, revealing the panties between the V of her smooth thighs.
I struggle with my zipper, yanking my cock out and squeezing it in my hands. Paige’s gaze lowers, and she licks her lips with a slow sweep of the tongue, and then she looks into my eyes. Her steady gaze is wanting.
My hand rests between her legs, and I rub my fingers over her pussy. She’s soaked through her panties, and I feel her under the thin fabric. Moaning louder, Paige tosses her head back against the door to expose her neck. The length of bare, delicate skin produces a growl from deep down my throat.
My teeth nibble and bite as my fingers explore her. My thumb grazes her swollen clit, making her wetter. Her thighs shake as my bites go deeper, and my fingers tease her bud. A nibble, then a stroke, until she’s gasping desperately for air and grinding hard against my hand. Paige holds onto my hips as her body trembles from pleasure. I descend lower until my mouth is between her legs, sucking and licking her sweet juices away until a moan punches from her throat.
“Is this what you wanted, Andrei?” Her voice sounds bitter and resentful through clenched teeth.
My eyes narrow as I stand back up until I’m staring down into her eyes. But I don’t answer.
Paige takes hold of my shirt, tugging it off me. Her hands roam over my muscular chest and back, causing me to shudder from her gentle touch. She bites down on my shoulder, tentatively at first, until I moan from the sting. She bites harder. I grab her hips, squeezing her and daring her to do more.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?” Her dress is wrapped around her waist, exposing the curves of her lush body. The body I’ve desired since our first dance, a body I want to fill. Paige arches her back and parts her legs, showing off her sweet pussy, glistening in the sunlight.
Unrestrained, my hands seize the thin material of her dress and rip it open in one swift motion until she stands naked in front of me, trembling in anticipation. Paige looks surprised at first, but soon relaxes into her newly discovered power.
“Answer me, Andrei!” She glares at me. “Is this what you fucking wanted?”
“Yes,” I growl. “Every second since the moment I saw you.”
I grab her by the hips and position her. Breathing deeply, Paige lowers her eyelids, watching me through her lashes as she pretends to surrender.
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
She likes the power, though she won’t admit it. It’s the strongest aphrodisiac for her. I search for control within me, the thing I prize, but she wants to rip it away. I rub my tip between her thighs and let her pussy wet me.
Paige places her fingers between her legs, spreading herself open. I grab her hand out of the way and she moans as I press my throbbing cock against her. She hisses as my cock parts her slit. I lean in close, placing my lips against her ear.
“Do you think you can control me with this?” I thrust in a hard inch and make her gasp. “When you want it just as bad.”
Paige wraps her legs around my waist, forcing me down.
But I pull back. “You want to be fucked, but you didn’t deserve it before.”
She moves her hips, desperate for another inch. Her hips strain off the door.
I move slowly, though it’s driving me crazy. Another inch in, and she grabs my shoulders. Another. And Paige throws her head back again. Her mouth opens as a desperate whine comes out. I lift her from the door and carry her over to the desk. She gasps when her back touches the cool surface.
I start pushing in again. “Beg me, Paige.”
The defiant grin she shoots me sends a chill down my back. But her smugness disappears as I push in another hard inch. Defiance turns to surprise. Surprise turns into lust. And lust …
She struggles underneath me; her feet lock tight behind my ass.
Her eyelids part as she speaks those same infuriating words. “Is this what you fucking wanted?”
I answer by completely entering her. Paige pants heavily, and she lets out a long, wailing moan of pleasure. I loosen my grip as I start to move. Her moans are like music as I pump inside her. She pulls her hands off my shoulders, resting them on my sweaty chest.
With every thrust, I feel her tightness surround me as she braces against me. It’s as if she’s trying to push me away and take me deeper. But as much pleasure as I feel, I also feel guilt for pushing Paige so hard that she would challenge me this way. I want to stop and tell her this isn’t how I imagined it. I wanted her on our wedding night, but it would’ve been wrong. She needed to understand what I was first. A monster.
But something within keeps urging me onward, something that isn’t entirely of my own making. My ego keeps repeating Paige’s challenge in my ear.
I look down at her, her face flushed as she tries to speak but can’t. Her eyes fly open as I thrust deep into her again. Tears flash in them like jewels.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?” she grits through clenched teeth as her nails rake along my back.
“Yes,” I moan. “I want everything you have.”
She shuts her eyes and clings to me as I ride her. Her needy gasps brush against my neck. Tight, hot, and sweaty, I thrust deeper. I want more of Paige than I have now. The build starts as my control slips. I make it last, indulging in the feeling of being in her. I struggle to keep control, but it’s lost.
I look at her with a mix of anger and desire, not able to stop. Before I can react, Paige twists and pushes me off her into the chair that she sat in earlier. I topple into it, aching for release as she climbs on top of me. A wave of desire washes over me, and our connection deepens as she sinks down on my cock.
Her wild gaze never leaves mine as she grabs my wrists, pinning them to either side of my head. Paige brings her face close to mine, as I have done to her.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?” she whispers into my ear.
It is. I stiffen in anticipation as she lightly teases my shoulders with her teeth.
Paige wraps her fingers around my jaw, and her lips crash against mine in a hot kiss that sends electricity through my veins. I can feel her desire as she rides me, exploring my body with her fingertips as she bucks against my hips.
I moan with pleasure as her tongue grazes my own, and I grab her hips, guiding her motion and pulling her deeper. I could push her off and retake command, but I don’t. Instead, every touch sends me into oblivion with each willing press of her body against mine.
“Oh.” She throws her head back as her body moves against mine. “Oh fuck …”
I glare, unable to speak through the desire mounting inside me, stiffening my body as I feel the energy mount and take me over. Paige grabs my shoulders. Her breathing is heavy as she slams her pussy against my cock.
“Fucking take it,” she gasps with every mutual thrust of our hips. “Fucking take me.”
I grab her thighs, hold her still, and thrust in deep. She shrieks as pleasure overwhelms her, digging her nails into my shoulders. My eyes flutter shut from the intense mixture of pleasure and pain. I go deeper, and she whimpers. I grab her tight, squeezing her hard against me. I can’t hold myself back anymore.
With a roar, control slips from me completely as I cum in her, claiming her with my seed.
Paige pants as she collapses on top of me. “Is that what you fucking wanted?” she whispers.
I yank her off me and throw her down on her back, a surge of vicious satisfaction coursing through my body when I see my cum leaking from her red and swollen sex.
My hand finds her neck, relishing in the hot and needy pulse pounding at my fingers.
“I’m not fucking finished yet.”
