Deceitful Vows by Brook Wilder
Chapter 51
Paige
Andrei stares at me with those dark eyes, his fingers wrapped around my throat. There’s no reason in his gaze, and I continue to taunt him. He looks down at me as if the entire world is awaiting his orders. That world includes me, and in that moment, I know there’s nothing I can do that will let me take back control.
Without warning, he thrusts forcefully into me once again. My mind floats away, and whatever hint of resistance there was is replaced instantly with lust. Another hard thrust and I float toward the ceiling, charged with pleasure I have never felt before. A tingle races over my feverish skin, leaving tiny jolts in its wake. My neck writhes under his hand as I try to center myself, but cannot.
I do the only thing left to me. I lock my legs around his waist, holding him captive.
His cum runs down my pussy, flooding the surface of his desk. I want to say something about the mess we’re making, but I don’t.
“Look at me, Paige,” his harsh voice demands as he begins thrusting again.
I can’t … I can’t look at Andrei, my husband. My beautiful monster. I know that if I do, I won’t be able to hate him. His cock plows through me, and I feel my hips gyrating on their own accord. It’s not fair. He shouldn’t be able to make me feel like this—to make me want him as badly as I do.
But it’s the truth, isn’t it? This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for, that I’ve been dreaming about, ever since he offered to take me away from the doomed, bloody wedding.
I take my hands off his shoulders, and I’m determined to push him off me, but I falter. Instead, my fingertips trace the smooth skin on his muscular chest. I hear myself moan loudly as I squeeze around him. His hot breath lands on my chest as he builds a rhythm. His lips claim me, and I greedily kiss him back as the pressure builds in my body.
Then, in a long, delicious moment, I fall apart as he plunges deep inside of me. I gasp again, arching my back, wrapped in a sensation that leaves me speechless. It’s wrong to do this. How can I justify any of it? This man is freaking dangerous. A monster in the form of a sexy god who keeps me in a cage. A cage I refuse to leave. My feet kick, tangling in the remnants of my ruined dress as another orgasm threatens to overwhelm me.
“Look at me!” he demands again.
I open my eyes and Andrei watches me, gasping, as he dives inside me again and again. His gorgeous face twists with effort, and his biceps flex as he moves back and forth. Tears rise from my eyes. Tears of hate, but also desire. I thought I could do this without losing myself.
“Is this what you wanted, my stubborn wife?” he grunts with every thrust.
I whimper through the haze of tears and my head traitorously nods. Yes …Yes, this is everything I wanted. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!
“Say it.” The harshness demands an answer. “Say it!”
“Yes …” The word falls from my lips, softly at first. Then louder and louder with each repetition. “Yes! YES! I want it all. I want you!”
I have nothing left except my soul, and now it’s filthy.
I close my eyes but can’t think straight as he moves deeper into my body. The mastery of a man who knows about pleasure, and he shows me how good it can feel if I let go. It’s not right, but I can’t stop myself from being bad.
Andrei’s rhythm becomes choppy as his breathing shortens to fast bursts. I shove into his chest, and he loses balance, falling off me. Gasping, he stumbles before he regains his footing. His thick cock glistens and points in the air. The bulbous head glows red, and raised veins snake up his thick rod. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen—him completely exposed.
My ass tingles, sending a twitch into my pussy. I do fucking want it. Before Andrei can respond, I open my legs again, inviting him back. He obliges, and I clamp my dripping cunt around his cock like a bitch in heat, holding him inside me as I fuck him back. His fingers grip my chin and his thumb presses into my mouth. He lets me take control, but he still reminds me of who has all the power.
Keeping my eyes on him, I suck his thumb as he fucks me. I can handle him. I haven’t lost control yet.
My hand reaches up to rake his shoulder, catching his skin in my teeth as my tongue licks the ball of his thumb. His shout turns into a growl as his fingers tighten around my throat and I feel as if I can steal his strength. Take some power back.
Suddenly, his hand moves away. But before I can breathe, his lips crush against mine and he drains the air from my lungs. With a single hand, he pins my arms above my head on the desk as his free hand roughly seizes one of my breasts. Control slips from me again.
I let out a scream—part frustration and part bliss—and he swallows it like the monster he is. I pretend I still have a say. But it’s his life, and I only have a small part.
Andrei holds my thighs tight. His fingertips indent my soft flesh. He groans as his cock swells in me again. I feel the heat pass between us. He cums in me a second time, and the heat punches deep into my core as his seed fills me again, flooding me in a place that no man has ever reached.
When he finally pulls away, I stare up at him as I weakly touch the floor with my foot. Warm stickiness trails down my thigh, but I don’t take my eyes off him.
For a brief moment, I wonder if he might tell me he’s still not done. And in that moment, I don’t know how I might react.
“Get out,” I pant.
His dark expression shifts to confusion as he stares at me, motionless.
“Get,” I grit through clenched teeth, “out.”
He looks at me as if I’m crazy. But the confusion passes, and he grabs his clothes off the floor. Maybe I am insane, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend we’re okay when we’re not.
He doesn’t bother to dress, holding his clothes in his hands. Andrei is unashamed to be seen naked in his house while I pull myself up onto his desk, vaguely aware of the slickness left by our coupling. Cold hate replaces the passion in his eyes as he slams the door shut.
I want Andrei to tell me no and stay, but I’m thankful he doesn’t. I’m not ready to be devoured. He’ll leave nothing of me behind. If he touches me again, I’ll never fight back. He will own me completely.
I am crazy. I toss myself flat on the desk, bury my face in my ruined sundress, and feel the frustration turn into tears under the destroyed material. I pushed Andrei, so I can claim no responsibility for what we just did. I went after him until he couldn’t say no. I bullied him until I got what I wanted, then told him to get out.
Regret makes me ache. But if I beg Andrei to come back, then it just proves his point. But I want him. I want him to take everything from me and remold me into something different. Something powerful, dark, and vicious, just like him.
A storm of emotions swirls inside of me at the thought. Shame and desire stab at me from all sides. Shame makes me cry, knowing that this man will destroy my family and me, but I still want him. Desire makes me scream into the ball of fabric in my face, knowing that this isn’t enough.
Not for him. Not for me.
This isn’t love, and it can never be, I tell myself. Then why did I give in?
Because you’re a fool, Paige Reyes, my brain scolds me. You’re a fool who thinks she can tame a monster like him. Because deep down, you like what he makes you. You like the idea that he can protect you. Even when it flies against all reality.
I press my hands to my pussy, and his cum coats my fingers. It’s too late to worry about a condom now, Paige.
If I get pregnant, there’s no escaping this life. Not anymore. Not after this. I fall back on the desk, and insane laughter fills the room as I cover my face with my hands.
Like Persephone, I can never leave.
