Page 69 of Stolen Vows


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I started to scream.

That single release rendered me broken in my husband’s arms. White hot bliss spiraled with soul shattering pain, washing over me in one endlessly powerful wave of sensation after the next. My spine arched, and I writhed beneath him, coming so hard that I saw stars.

There was no stopping it after it started. My body soared higher and higher, and I flew up along with it as my eyes rolled back in my head. When that first orgasm finally crested, my breath was already ragged. I shivered once the most intense part of it was over and then a harrowing realization hit me.

He’d only just thrust into me. My bottom fucking hadn’t even remotely begun.

Then, he pulled out and slammed back inside me. My asshole pinched hard, the agony catching me by surprise once more. By grasping my hips harder, he yanked me back just enough to slide one hand beneath me. Two fingers pressed over my clit, and I whined quietly with fear.

If I’d been able to come that hard with just his cock inside me, what came next would be that much fiercer.

I didn’t know if I could handle it, but that’s what made it exciting. I was going to take it either way and my core swelled once more with boiling need. Every inch of my flesh quivered with that knowledge, and I found myself opening my lips with the sudden urge to beg for him to fuck me harder.

I didn’t have to ask.

His pelvis slammed into my scalded cheeks. The fresh contact made the faded sting ignite, and the image of me over his knee just a short time ago combined with his swirling fingers on my clit forced me to spiral once more towards a second orgasm that was far more vicious than the first.

This time, he didn’t remain still. He fucked me through that release, not caring that every hard thrust made my core twinge in pain.

He took me and he took me hard.

I wasn’t certain how many times I came that night. It could have been five or fifty, but it didn’t matter. I lost count after the second, surrendering to him so completely that I never looked back. He punished me thoroughly at the end of his cock, through one screaming orgasm after the next. By the time it was over, my cheeks were drenched with my tears and my voice had grown hoarse from my screams.

My body was trembling, overcome with intense sensation and vivid emotion. Love spiraled through my body when he finally gathered me in his arms and held me.

“That’s my good girl. You came so hard for me with my cock in that tight little ass,” he growled, and my heart exploded in my chest.

“I did,” I breathed, panting as I tried to fill my lungs with air. I threw my arms around him, sobbing as I quaked against him. His arms surrounded me, and he kissed my forehead gently.

“I’m so thankful I saw your picture so long ago,” he murmured, his own voice thick with emotion.

“Me too,” I whispered, and I meant it.

An outsider might call me weak for surrendering like this, but I knew I was anything but. I was strong for choosing this.

I gave him my everything and he did the same.

Weeks ago, I had spoken my marriage vows to this man, but those had only been words back then. We’d been perfect strangers, yet we’d chosen to tie our hands together in marriage.

Today, I’d made my commitment to my husband with my body.

Tonight, I’d chosen us.

EPILOGUE

Sergei

It was time.

In the light of day, Femme Fatale looked like nothing more than an eyesore. The neon lights were turned off, and every crack and speck of dirt was visible on the filthy plaster façade. At night, the bright pink and purple lights hid the much more sinister role that the female geared night club fronted for.

The Juarez cartel didn’t only deal in drugs, but they also dealt in young women. The security guards at the door didn’t really check identification because they had paid off several key figures in the city’s police force to make sure their place was overlooked should a raid of the area ever become a possibility.

My blood boiled as I thought about what happened here.

Sometimes, women walked in these doors and never came back out. At night, it was a hopping nightclub that drew in underage women as well women from all walks of life. The women they stole ended up shipped all over the country, and in some cases, all around the world. They never ran because they kept them drugged much of the time. Easy when you have control over one of the biggest drug avenues in the world.

I didn’t want to think about the vile, disgusting things forced on them after they were taken. I just knew if they ever looked at Natasha with the same intentions, I’d rip their heads off their shoulders with my bare hands.

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