Page 53 of Stolen Vows


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I hadn’t gone easy on her.

I’d given her a thrashing with that thick belt that she wouldn’t soon forget. I’d savored each and every moment, from her taking off her clothes to her climbing up on the bed. I’d enjoyed the way her bottom trembled when I’d done nothing more than place my hand at the center of her back to hold her down.

I’d seen the realization of what she’d gotten herself into dawn on her, and I had continued anyway. Obsessed with her delicious, fearful whimpers, I drew each moment out, taking my time as I laid the belt over her quivering cheeks, memorizing the pale expanse of every inch long before I picked that belt up and used it.

The marks it had left behind had been divine.

The belt had bit into her bare cheeks and left behind a white rectangle at first, which quickly turned pink and then bright red. I’d painted her ass in red welts as she whined and cried. Her feet drummed against the bed and in her efforts to escape the stinging lash, she’d opened her thighs and given me just a glimpse of the arousal stringing between them.

She’d been way more turned on than I could have ever anticipated.

I’d finished the belting, making sure to leave behind several marks that would last for a few days, and then I’d held her in my arms for as long as she needed and then a little bit longer after that. My heart swelled with emotion for her, wanting nothing more than to soothe her and to be there for her for whatever she needed because she was my wife.

But then, she’d begged for my cock, and I’d given it to her.

Now, she was lying in my arms, more than thoroughly sated. Her eyes had closed, her breathing had softened, and for the first time, I saw a look of true contentment written all over her face. She slept like that against me for hours and I dozed along with her, not wanting to move and wake her.

At some point, she’d started trembling, and I pulled up the covers, tucking her in against me. She snuggled closer, clutching at me like a lifeline, and I thanked the heavens for bringing her into my life for the millionth time.

She was more than I could have ever asked for.

Eventually, the time for dinner came around and she blinked awake beside me, her stomach growling angrily, and an adorable blush painted her cheeks.

“Are you hungry, babygirl?” I chuckled.

Her cheeks reddened even further, and I had trouble restraining myself from pinning her to the bed and taking her again just as hard as before. She would be sore enough already, though. I’d wait, at least until tomorrow.

“Yes,” she whined, hiding her face in my chest.

Christ’s sake, could this girl be any cuter?

“What would you like?”

“Pizza,” she admitted. “Deep dish with all the yummy meats.”

“That’s specific,” I laughed.

“Sometimes a girl gets cravings,” she admitted, her entire face aflame. Her eyes danced as she peered up at me, her mischievous look making my cock so hard that it ached.

“Keep that up, babygirl, and you’ll get fucked,” I growled.

Her lips curved up in a smile and I flipped her on her back, my cock just brushing against her warm, heavenly entrance. Her eyes opened as wide as saucers as I used enough pressure to warn her that I was fully prepared to take her once again. Her throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed. Her expression was unsure for a second, likely assessing the state of her body and whether or not she could take me again.

“I waited for you to ask me for my cock the first time,moya malyshka.I have no intention of waiting again. You belong to me, and I mean to remind you that you’re mine every day with my cock deep inside you.”

She shook hard, her lips opening a little. Her eyes had begun to dilate, showing me that she was aroused, but it was the slick heat between her legs that really exposed her.

“I’m sore,” she pouted.

Fuck. I was only a man. I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.

“Good,” I growled.

I forced my cock inside her, sinking inside her inch by slow inch until she took all of me. With one hand around her throat, I reached to grab my phone. Her eyes opened with surprise, and I smiled down at her as I dialed my right-hand man.

“Good evening, Victor,” I began.

Her pussy tightened like a vice around my cock. She gasped, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth to quiet herself. I pumped in and out of her leisurely, building her up slowly as I directed Victor.

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