Bound (The Devil’s Vow #2)

15. The Rock

Chapter fifteen

The Rock

The stars twinkled brightly above.

We didn’t head right into the water.

First, we strolled along the shoreline, getting far away from the staff and guards.

The sound of the waves slipping in and out over the sand created a rhythmic melody. Every so often, a cool breeze would sweep across the beach.

And even though he’d avoided my questions I enjoyed the moment. I was not only tipsy off of so much champagne tonight, I was drunk off life.

Farther up, large rocks dotted a few feet from the shoreline, standing at least three feet tall and five feet wide.

I glanced up at Gianni, and his profile was illuminated by the moonlight.

He stopped us, turned my way, and the way he looked at me made my heart race. “Are you ready, princess?”

“To get into the water?”

“Yes.”

I gazed over my shoulder and could no longer see the guards or staff. “And you promise not to kill anyone that happens to see me naked?”

Silent, he spun me around.

I shrieked.

Now my back was to him. “Gianni? You didn’t answer the question.”

“No one can see you naked from here.” He began to unzip the back of my gown.

His touch was gentle, as his fingertips lightly brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Mmhmm.

Soon I began to feel a cool rush of air against my skin where the zipper had been.

“Gianni, that wasn’t an answer to my question.”

“Which is an answer in itself.”

“It is not.”

“You want a real answer?”

“Yes, Gianni.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Come on.”

“Okay.”

“Finally.”

“Princess, if someone happened to stroll by on a moonlit jog along the beach and saw your sexy, naked body in the water tonight, I would kill him with my hands, grabbing his skull and piercing his fucking eyeballs with my thumbs and then I would pound my fists into his throat, cracking his trachea. Splitting his spine. Spilling his blood right into this glowing ocean, and then I would smear that blood all over your body and fuck you next to the corpse.”

There was not one ounce of humor or even dishonesty in those statements.

He sounded very fucking serious, so serious that my body shook in fear.

And I had to use a lot of energy to not allow myself to see those visuals in my head.

He tilted his head to the side. “Queen?”

“Y-yes.”

“Did I answer the question now?”

I blinked. “Y-yes. . .you did.”

“Good.” Slowly, he slipped the gown down my body.

The black lace slid over my body, revealing my silky panties and bra underneath.

A dark groan left Gianni as he traced a path down my arm with his fingers.

“Gianni.” I turned to him, and his fingers left my arm. “I think that you may have an anger management problem.”

A dark chuckle left him. “What would give you that idea?”

“I don’t want you. . .killing people over me.”

He slipped his gaze down my body. “Sometimes we can’t always get what we want, princess.”

“Queen to princess?”

“My cock is very hard right now.” He groaned. “Touch it, princess. See how hard Daddy’s cock gets for you.”

Before I could process his words, he gently grabbed my hand and guided it to the front of his tuxedo trousers.

Through the fabric, I could feel the throbbing hardness beneath—long, thick, and so ready for me.

A surge of arousal swept over me.

“Do you see how much I want you princess? How much I crave the taste of your pussy?” He guided my hand over his cock, having my palm rub that fat length up and down. “You do things to me that no one else can. And for that, I would kill any man over you. Any.”

His voice grew thick with desire and possessiveness. “No one else will ever see you naked. Touch you. Never. You’re mine, now and forever.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he yanked me close to him and cut me off with a searing kiss. His lips were hot on mine as he devoured me.

And there was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was raw and wild and full of lusty violence.

He roamed his hands over my body as he ravished my mouth.

Soft moans left me.

All thoughts about violence and secrets vanished in the intense heat of our passion.

And then his hands reached behind my back, effortlessly unclasping my bra.

Seconds later, it joined my gown on the sand.

The cool night air kissed my skin.

The waves whispered gently against the shore.

Gianni continued to devour my mouth.

Before I could catch my breath, his hands gripped the waistband of my panties, and in one swift motion, he slid them down my legs.

I moaned, knowing how good I was going to feel very soon.

His touch was firm, possessive, but tender in a way that made my entire body tremble.

“Gianni,” I whispered, unsure whether it was a question, a plea, or a simple recognition of the overwhelming power he held over my body.

He didn’t respond with words.

Instead, he quickly took off his pants and boxer briefs.

Next, he scooped me into his arms, lifting me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing at all.

Oh fuck.

My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and I buried my face into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in the masculine scent of him—clean, with a hint of salt from the ocean.

His body was warm, solid, and in that moment, I felt utterly safe in his arms, despite the fact that he would easily wield death and violence in my name.

He carried me down to the edge of the water, his bare feet sinking into the black sand.

The first wave splashed lightly against his legs.

We waded further into the water, and it began to rise up his legs, waist, and then hit me.

Wow.

Warm water enveloped us as he continued to walk us further into the ocean.

I looked down.

Beneath the surface, the water glowed with a soft, ethereal light.

Those bioluminescent creatures swirled and danced around us, tiny organisms illuminating the night in a breathtaking display of natural beauty.

Oh my God.

Each step Gianni took disturbed the warm water, causing them to shimmer and sparkle.

I gasped in awe, watching as the glowing tendrils of brightness rippled out. “This is so beautiful.”

“Not even half as beautiful as you.”

My heart warmed.

The glow intensified as he moved us deeper and, the water was now lapping at his waist and my legs and ass.

The bioluminescent creatures continued their mesmerizing dance, swirling around us, lighting up the night with magic.

“Here it is.” Gianni reached one of the large rocks that dotted the shoreline.

The rock stood at least one foot above the surface of the water, its edges smooth from years of waves crashing against it.

I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean here it is?”

“This is the rock I knew I would fuck you on.” He lifted me up and gently set me down on the rock.

The cool stone smoothed against my bare ass sending a slight shiver through me.

Next, he climbed up and positioned himself on the rock.

The water swirled around us, glowing with that surreal blue light, while the moon bathed us both in its soft, silver glow.

I gazed at him. “You saw this rock and said, I am going to fuck Erica on this one night?”

“I did. I stood out on the beach one night with a bottle of whiskey pissed about something.”

“What were you mad about?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“I asked.”

“Regardless, I stared at the rock, and I said out loud to the night sky and even the ocean, I told them what I would do to you here.”

“When did you say that?”

“Nice try.”

I smirked. “I’m going to start keeping secrets from you.”

“At this point, princess, it would be impossible.”

“What does that mean?”

“I know everything about you. Everything.”

“So. . .you’ve been stalking me?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does.”

“But, I’ve already got my hooks in you. There’s no escape.”

My heart raced as he pulled me onto his lap. His hands guided me to turn around until I was straddling him, and our bodies were pressed intimately together.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the sound of the waves and the distant hum of the ocean the only thing between us.

Then, with a soft, possessive growl, Gianni cupped my face and brought his lips to mine.

The kiss was slower this time, more deliberate.

Fuck.

His mouth moved against mine with this smooth tenderness.

I melted into him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. Dear God, I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart matching the frantic pace of my own.

Secrets or not. This man had me constantly craving him.

My body responded instinctively to his touch, and the heat between us built with every subtle movement.

As we kissed, a wave crashed against the rock, splashing water over our bodies.

We stopped kissing and laughed.

The sound echoed over the waves.

Warm water soaked my hair and trickled down my back.

His own hair was wet now too. Droplets clung to those dark strands as they glistened in the moonlight.

And our bodies glowed, telling me that we had those bioluminescent creatures on us too. In fact, it looked like stardust covered us.

“You’re drenched,” I whispered, running my fingers through his wet hair, unable to stop myself from smiling at his now glowing glittery face.

In a low husky voice, he whispered, “And you’re all wet, just how I love you.”

We kissed again, and his hands slid up my body, tracing the curves of my waist and breasts, pinching my nipples, before slipping back down to my thighs.

His touch sent shivers of pleasure rippling through me, and I squirmed in his lap.

My body ached for more.

His lips parted from mine to trail down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.

Goosebumps raced over my brown skin and I tilted my head back, exposing more of my neck to him.

“My princess is so fucking perfect. How could you ever question if I would kill over you?” His hot breath tingled against my skin as he moved lower, trailing a path of fiery kisses down between my breasts. “Of course I would.”

His hands guided me to lean back slightly while his palms began to cradle the curve of my hips as he continued to feast on my body with his naughty mouth.

“Gianni. . .” My voice trailed off into a gasp as he took a nipple into his mouth, gently biting before soothing it with his wet tongue.

“Oh. . .” My body quaked against him.

With my head back, I looked up.

Damn.

Above us, the stars twinkled in their silent watch, oblivious to the passion unfolding beneath them. Yet, the moon seemed to shine brighter, as if feeding off our energy.

Groaning, he switched over to my other breast, delivering the same delicious torture that had me writhing on his lap.

I raised my hands and ran them through his wet hair.

A wave crashed against us.

But this time neither of us laughed.

The moment had shifted, becoming more intense.

More urgent.

He cupped my breasts with his hands and began kneading them firmly but tenderly. “Princess.”

I licked my lips and lowered my view to him.

“Always look at me when I touch you.” He watched me. “I want to see the desire in those pretty eyes.”

His thumbs brushed over my stiffening nipples, eliciting sharp gasps from me. “Do you understand, Princess?”

“Yes.”

He repeated the tantalizing motion, and then he had one of my nipples in his mouth. But this time, he sucked it between his teeth.

“Oh!”

Next, he lapped at it. Then, his breath was hot on the nipple’s peak.

Slowly, he rolled the nipple gently with his tongue.

My pussy was dripping wet, and it had nothing to do with the waves crashing against us.

He let go of my breasts and pushed his hands between my thighs. “You came at the table tonight, and it was fucking hard as hell to not kick my brothers off that balcony and fuck you there.”

His fingers began to slide over my slick folds. “But here we are, and I'm going to make you cum again. Right here for the ocean and moon to witness.”

His words washed over me just like the waves.

And those fingers danced along my folds before dipping between them and toying with my clit. “Are you ready for that, Princess?”

“Y-yes.” Every part of me was alive and deliriously aching for him.

Slowly, he slid one thick finger inside of me. “I love the way that pussy grips my finger.”

I gasped out loud at the sudden intrusion, arching my back and grinding down onto his hand.

He moaned low in his throat at my response, moving his finger in small circles inside of me. “That’s right.”

My muscles clenched around him, craving more.

The sound of the waves crashing against the rock became a rhythmic sonata accompanying our carnal dance.

“Gianni,” I breathed out his name like a prayer, pleading for sweet relief as he added another finger.

He pressed his thumb against my clit and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. “You like it when Daddy plays with your pussy. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Hungry moans left me.

It was insane how Gianni knew my body so well and knew exactly what to do to make me moan.

More waves crashed against the rock and us, splashing along our bodies.

He slowly pulled back from my mouth. “Are you ready for Daddy to teach you a very important lesson?”

I swallowed not sure where he was going with this, but more than ready to head there with him.

“Are you, Princess?”