Page 63 of Vices and Vows


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“What?”

He thrusts into me harder, making me moan. “That’s how many times I’ve come inside you already.” He presses his hand against my stomach. “You feel that? You’re so full of me, my cum and my cock. I bet it hurts so good,doesn’t it?”

He’s right. I do feel full, but the pressure only pushes me closer to the edge, like a shaken soda bottle ready to burst.

“I’m going to fuck our baby into you. I’m going to watch you swell with our child and feed them from your tits.”

“Vice,” I choke out. I hadn’t given much thought to kids, though I knew he would want heirs. I just thought he’d want to wait a while.

His hand lightly strokes over my bruises, his eyes clouding as he gets lost in his anger. Someone touched his woman, and worse, I made him promise not to retaliate.

I reach up and slide my fingers into his hair and yank, snapping his focus back to me. I’m learning fast that though Vice can be rough and extreme, thriving on my fear and submission, he doesn’t like to see me hurt.

There are times, though, when something in Vice switches off, almost like the lights are on but nobody’s home. Those are the moments when I feel like I’m not just with Vice but with the monster that lives inside him. A dark, angry, unstoppable force with little care for anyone or anything. Right now, with his dick shoved so deep inside me, I’d rather not test him.

Tugging harder, he growls as he takes my mouth in a searing kiss, liquid lava pouring through my veins, before he pulls back and flips me over. I wince, feeling tender, but I don’t let it show, knowing he needs this. I need this. I lick my lip and taste blood but it just adds fuel to the fire. He thrusts his cock back inside my pussy, gripping my hip with one hand and a fistful of my hair with the other. He feels so big, so deep like this that it’s almost too much for me to handle.

He starts to move, and I push back against him, meeting himthrust for thrust as he pushes me to the peak of pleasure without letting me fall over the edge.

“You have the sweetest fucking ass,bambola.”

He releases my hair so he can cup my ass with both hands before he slips a finger inside my pussy alongside his cock. Before I can tell him it’s too much, he removes it, only to tease the now-wet finger around my asshole.

“Oh, fuck.”

“One day soon, Nova, I’m going to take your ass. Imagine me sliding my cock in and out of your back hole while I shove three fingers in your greedy pussy.” He thrusts his finger into my ass, and I scream like a fucking banshee as I come so hard I almost pass out.

With a curse, Vice comes with me, slipping his cock free at the last second to coat my asshole in his cum.

I collapse face down, groaning in pain.

“Ah, fuck. You make me lose my fucking mind,bambola. You, okay?” He rolls me over gently, brushing the hair off my face.

“No, I’m not.”

He looks so guilty that I can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m dead. Here lies Nova Moretti, dicked to death in her prime.”

He snorts and buries his head in my hair, his fingers stroking my bruised stomach.

“I’m okay. I promise.”

“I’m a dick. I forgot you were hurting.”

“Would it have stopped you from fucking me if you’d remembered?”

“Like I said, I’m a dick.”

I crack up laughing, not helping the pain at all.

Despite Vice’s protests, I insist on heading downstairs to eat. “I’m fine, Vice. It looks worse than it is. If I can handle your brand of fucking, I think I can manage a flight of stairs.” Okay, it hurts like a motherfucker, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve had worse.

When we get to the dining room, Vice pulls the chair out for me just as Leah, the cook, brings out some pastries and a bowl of fruit. She doesn’t speak as she places the food down. But I thank her. She leaves the room and returns moments later with a carafe of coffee and a tray piled with pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

My mouth waters. “I could get used to this. I’ll need to work out more, but it will be worth it.”

Leah smiles before leaving. Another woman, this one much younger, comes in next carrying a tray with mugs, syrup, cutlery, and butter on it. She sets it on the table before hurrying away without making eye contact.

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