Deceitful Vows (Marital Privileges #2)

8. Zoya

8

ZOYA

M y life was just threatened by a man with his hand down the front of my panties. The same man who has no qualms announcing he keeps a tally of his bed companions and his kills, yet the only response my body elicits is devastation when he removes his fingers from my pussy and pops the glistening digits into his mouth.

I’ve always been a little wild, but this is batshit crazy.

He threatened my life. I shouldn’t be skimming over that fact. He’s handsome as sin and has desire pulsing through my body in a way it’s never experienced. Still, morals need to enter the equation somewhere. Lust can’t always take center stage.

“I… um. I forgot to remove my phone charger from the port in my car. It’ll drain the battery if I don’t?—”

Stupidly, my knees pull together when Andrik growls partway through my excuse to leave.

I wait for the spark it caused to diminish before correcting my error. “It will drain the battery, so I must remove it.”

After licking his fingers clean like they’re coated in cake batter, Andrik tugs down my skirt until it returns to its pre-whore length. Then he places his hand on the curve of my back and guides me out of the elevator.

“I’ll send someone down to do it. Though it won’t really matter. You won’t be driving that piece of shit for much longer.”

“Because?” I ask, too shocked to wade through my confusion alone.

He drops his eyes to mine. They’re still full of the lust that saw me toppling into ecstasy with only the lightest of stimulation, but something deeper and more tangible is darkening them. “Because that make and model isn’t safe. I’ll organize an SUV or a hybrid with a higher safety rating.”

I sound nowhere near as smart as my GPA indicates. “You’re going to buy me a car?”

“Yes,” he answers casually.

“Why?” I talk fast when I’m nervous. “And will that be before or after you track down the Долбоеб ”—my attempt to mimic his accent is horrendous—“who saved you from needing to have a quintuplesome to keep your reputation intact?”

Of course he veers for the part of my statement that has nothing to do with the threat of murder. “Quintuplesome?”

“I couldn’t think of a name for a threesome with two extra participants.”

He opens a door at the end of a long hall, dropping my jaw. This place is massive—well outside even my mother’s range. I don’t get the chance to enjoy the splendor.

“You could have said a gangbang, милая .”

“And you could have just shut up and made me come instead of worrying about men previously not up to the task. Alas, I’ve yet to meet a man who uses the brain above his shoulders when he’s?—”

I snap my mouth shut before I can dig my hole any deeper.

“When he’s…?” Andrik pushes, looking smug. “Fucking? Consuming? Rocking someone’s entire existence with only his fingers?”

His smug expression grows when I bark, “I was going to say, ‘when he’s too hard to think straight.’ But if you’re seeking a pat on the back you’ve been denied since birth, we can go with whatever you want.”

His husky laugh makes me hot, and I hate myself for it. I’m meant to be finding a way out of his clutch, not doubling my wish to stay. “I don’t know whether I should teach you some manners with my hand or my cane.”

Cane?

He said cane, right? I didn’t mishear him. My pulse is still thudding in my ears, so a mishap is easily excusable.

Our entrance into the living room of the penthouse apartment assures me I don’t need my hearing tested. A lady is kneeling on the floor in the middle of the opulent space. She’s naked, her head is bowed, and her hands are balanced on her trembling thighs, palm side up.

Even to a BDSM novice, her pose is obvious.

“Leave. Now.”

Andrik doesn’t need to ask me twice. I hightail it to the door, almost beating the brunette who moves like the wind—silent yet swift.

“Not you.”

Andrik tugs me back with the same cruel yank he used in the elevator, so naturally, my instincts respond with the same level of violence.

Again, my slap turns him on more than it annoys him. The front of his pants tightens as the most wickedly evil smirk makes his face even sexier.

“Shouldn’t that be the equivalent of eye-rolling to you?” I didn’t read as many romance novels as Nikita did during college, but I’m reasonably sure slapping is a no-go for a submissive to do to her dom. “Was she your sub?”

“She doesn’t matter.”

His curt reply announces his lifestyle status isn’t up for negotiation. I can’t help but push, though. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I hook my thumb to the door his submissive just raced through. “I’m going to go.”

“Sit, Лисичка .”

I continue walking as if I’m not the least bit curious about his changeup in nicknames.

“Now!”

I’m not given the option to keep walking this time. He tosses his suit jacket onto an armchair before he bands his arm around my waist and pulls me back until I land in a secondary chair with a clatter.

When I kick and punch, several of my blows make contact. He doesn’t react negatively until I drag my nails down his cheek. “Settle down before I take you on the very fucking floor she was most likely kneeling on for the past sixteen-plus hours, awaiting her master.” He grips my face firm enough for his nails to dig into my cheek but not enough to leave a mark before he forces my eyes back to his. “I didn’t order her. She was most likely a gift. A welcome home present, as such. Tonight is the first time I’ve laid eyes on her.”

There’s too much honesty in his narrowed gaze for me to dispute, and Andrik knows that.

He’s as smug now as he was when I failed to announce a single protest to him slipping his hand inside my panties.

“Not that you would have cared if she was mine.”

My heart thuds in my ears when he falls to his knees, forcing a gap between my thighs with his wide frame.

“You like that I picked you over her, that I didn’t even look in her direction.”

He drags the back of his hand down my panties that are so soaked they erotically display the lines of my pussy.

“Because you know as well as I do that no woman could ever compete with you.”

He tsks me again. Its rumble rolls through my throbbing clit when my desire to ease the ache between my legs sees me minimizing my thigh gap.

After pulling them back to his desired width, he says, “I worked for that scent, so I deserve to cherish it.”

His eye contact is too intimate when he watches me over the heavy rise and fall of my chest as he drags his nose down the seam of my panties.

It doubles the slickness between my legs in an instant and has me on the verge of begging.

I won’t, though.

If I talk, I’ll moan, and that will only be seen as a victory to a man as dominant as Andrik.

After hooking his index finger into the lacy hem of my panties, he slowly peels it away from my weeping sex. “Is that where you went wrong, милая ? Did they leave you unsatisfied because you were too afraid to tell them what you wanted?” His eyes are back on me, hooded and heavy. “What you craved.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “You don’t need to be afraid. I have no trouble following directions.”

His smirk—kill me now.

It has me so horny that I can’t think of a single thing that doesn’t include his mouth on my pussy in some way.

“When it comes to sex. I wouldn’t test my patience outside that realm, though.”

He bends his head low, bringing his mouth closer to my pussy. As you can imagine, that halts any anger I’m experiencing for being underhandedly threatened again.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should have stopped it the instant he slid his hand under my skirt, but the need is too perverse. Too dangerous.

Living without sex is a tormented existence no woman should be forced to endure, and although Andrik gives off the vibe of a man who chews through women as often as he makes money, this battle is bigger than any I’ve experienced.

I’ll never win.

I also want him—everywhere.

There’s no denying that when I jerk up my hips, mashing my panties-covered pussy with his mouth. I’m brimming with so much sexual energy I almost freefall into ecstasy from his nose ramming into my aching clit, so you can picture how hard it is for me to hold back when he goes to town on my pussy.

He sucks on my clit, scrapes it with his teeth, and then plunges his tongue deep inside me.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Andrik demands when my body goes so pliable under his touch that my head thrusts back.

The hungry, desperate look in his eyes when our gazes collide is almost my undoing. Sexual energy charges through me, leaving goose bumps in its wake. I shudder from its intensity and then gasp when the briefest brush of his hand along my thigh doubles my efforts to keep a rational head.

“Oh, my sweet милая . Those men were fools.”

One hand shoots to his hair while the other turns white from my grip on the armchair’s rolled wooden arm when he slides his thumb through the mess his tongue made. He wets it with my arousal before he uses it to toy my clit into a hardened bud.

“You smell so fucking delicious. Taste so fucking delicious. They were just too selfish to ever discover that, weren’t they?”

I don’t get in a single headshake before he backhands my clit, sending my mind as spiraling into the abyss as my lie. I’ve had men go down on me before. It was more of a lick-and-spit routine to make me wet enough for penetration. It was never about my pleasure.

I doubt it was even for theirs.

“Foolish, insolent men who won’t be missed when I wipe their existence from society.”

As quickly as a bid for clemency forms for men I’m unsure deserve his leniency, it disappears. Arrogant Jerks seems to have been my flavor of the month when I dated, but that isn’t the cause of my backflip. It is the way Andrik buries his head back between my legs before he tugs me off the seat until the only thing keeping me suspended is his face.

As I balance on his face like a cowgirl riding a mechanical bull, he eats me with a skill set I’ve never experienced. He drags his tongue the entire length of my pussy before he circles it around my clit and uses it as a guide to suck the nervy bud into his mouth.

I lose my battle when his teeth prove pain can have a place beside pleasure.

As my body convulses through its first non-solo expedition in over two years, I come with a breathy moan. The crest of pleasure tumbling through my womb is long and stimulating. It revitalizes a part of me I tried to tuck away over a decade ago and has me vying to never let her slip away again.

I’ve just got to survive this orgasm first.

It is intense, blistering—the best I’ve ever had.

The tingles refuse to stop when Andrik positions me back onto the armchair before he stalks to the other side of the room while undoing his button-up shirt. He has such an arrogant walk. Chest puffed, signature angry sneer every dark and dangerous man should have, and an aura of power.

He screams sex and intrigue, and I’m too trapped under his spell to consider an escape plan.

“What are you looking for?” I ask when he searches the coffee table drawer, a side drawer, and several boxes on an entryway table.

He mutters, “Finally,” a second after popping open the lid of a trinket box on top of the grand piano.

I reach my own conclusion when he heads back my way. The foil disk in his hand can’t be mistaken, not to mention how he rips it open with his teeth while his free hand works his belt through the loops of his pricy trousers.

A condom.

Pleasure still blazes through me, burning me from the inside out, but now I’m also worried. The girth plumping out the crotch of Andrik’s trousers can’t be missed. He’s hard and jutted, and I struggled to accept his fingers without pain, so questioning my ability to take his cock is understandable.

It is huge, fat, and does that boing every girl fantasizes about when they conjure up the man of their dreams as he yanks his boxers past his trimmed yet still mannish balls.

I am confident it will not fit inside me.

“Andr—”

“Page thirty-three will have to wait.”

After sliding the condom down his lengthy girth, he looks up at me and winks. I almost climax again. His confidence is as thrilling as the veins feeding his magnificent cock.

“As much as I want to watch you ride my cock as well as you did my face, I want to drink in your expression the first time you swallow my cock more.”

He shrugs off his button-up shirt and toes off his shoes before he grabs a handful of pillows from a three-seater couch. After tossing them onto an expensive-looking rug, he plucks me from the armchair like I don’t weigh a thing, and then he undresses me.

He takes his time, savoring every moment, until I’m standing before him in a pair of lacy panties and heels I’m confident were designed to pierce a man’s ass while he fucks you hard and fast.

Andrik smiles, convincing me that he heard my inner monologue, before he walks me toward the fort of pillows.

“Sweet… lord …” I push out between big breaths when a second after he lays me onto the rug, he returns his mouth to my pussy.

He doesn’t bother slipping my panties to the side this time. He sucks my clit through the drenched material before he uses their scantness as a tissue to mop up some of the mess inside.

For several long minutes, he feasts on me with a skill that suddenly bombards me with jealousy and until his name is added to the guttural moans ripping from my throat.

Then he does it again—minus interfering panties this time.

I’m so limp and pliant after the umpteenth orgasm courses through me that it takes several long seconds to realize he paid more attention to the brochure in Dr. Hemway’s office than he made out.

After pocketing my panties with no concern that they’re the only pair I am traveling with, he positions me as per the cartoon character instructions on page seventeen. Instead of stuffing pillows under my hips on a bed, he does it on the floor of his living room, and he kneels between my legs instead of standing at the foot of the mattress.

Doubt creeps through my veins, turning them icy.

If he’s following the recommendations of the brochure, does that mean he knows about my condition? Is he aware that I am broken?

He couldn’t. Otherwise he wouldn’t look at me like he does. No one has ever looked at me with so much desire. Don’t get me wrong, they liked what they saw and came quick enough for me to never doubt my attractiveness. They just had that disappointed, this-will-only-ever-be-a-one-night-affair expression seconds after finishing.

Andrik is making out like page seventeen is foreplay, and we will explore other positions later.

I shoot my eyes to Andrik’s face when he braces the crown of his thick cock against the opening of my pussy. He doesn’t wait for permission to enter me. He slowly notches in, his speed and eye contact as painful as the burn of his stretch.

I’m drenched front to back, but no amount of wetness could prepare any woman for a man of his size. He is bigger than any man I’ve been with and shockingly more gentle.

I didn’t think he had it in him. He portrays a man who likes to fuck. Hence my body tightening instead of loosening when he notches in the first couple of inches, so to say I’m shocked is an understatement—a big one.

“Christ,” he hisses like a snake. “You’re so fucking tight.”

With one hand under my hips, lifting them higher, he sinks in another couple of inches before flexing his cock.

Shockingly, I moan. He’s deeper than I’ve been taken, filling every inch of me. Other than the burn of being stretched beyond my limits, the pain is bearable. Pleasurable, even.

“It must be the position.”

It dawns on me that I said my thought out loud when Andrik replies to it. “Or perhaps because I didn’t come within two seconds of being strangled by your cunt, милая . A lesser man wouldn’t have been able to hold back.” Desire races through my veins when he mutters under his breath, “Doesn’t mean I will go any easier on them.” He rakes his eyes down my body, his trek starting at the area where we’re intimately joined before arriving at my eyes. “Just the thought of them seeing you like this?—”

A throaty groan cuts off his reply. I don’t know if it came from Andrik or me. His fast grip of my throat could have forced out the last of the air in my windpipe, or the swiftness of his moves when he raced to grip my throat could have mimicked the sound of someone gasping for their last breath.

His grasp on my throat is firm but not painful. It is an erotic hold that has me as desperate to be ravaged as I am for my next breath. It increases my wetness enough for Andrik to pull out to the tip without hindrance, and although his reentrance is faster than his earlier endeavor, it is still at a painstakingly slow pace that shows mammoth constraint.

His body shakes as he tries to hold back the urge to drive into me like a madman, and his fight is my undoing.

I want to be taken hard and fast, fucked so dangerously my cracked insides will have nothing to do with an infertility diagnosis.

I want him to claim me.

When I say that to Andrik, his fingers curled around my neck flex as a Russian cussword leaves his mouth. The primal urge to fuck is beaming out of him, his restraint at its last tether.

He wants this as much as I do. There’s just something holding him back.

I think I know what it is, and I can’t help but use it to push him over the edge.

“Unless you want to reserve the glory for Mikhail?”

My scream echoes around the penthouse apartment when he thrusts into me with one ardent pump. He takes me to the base of his cock, eliciting a combination of moans, pain, and tingles.

They’re all as frantic as the rest. I can’t get enough. I feel used and dirty, but I also feel like this is what my body was designed for. To be pleasured and to give pleasure. It isn’t just a vessel of parenthood. It is much more than that.

“Yes, Andrik,” I hiss through lips that are suddenly bone dry. “Fuck me.”

He drives in and out of me, pinning me to the mountain of cushions that are soon replaced with his arm when he loses control. They’re no match for the power of his grinds, flattened with every perfect pump.

“This…” I meet him grind for grind as he thrusts harder, faster. He uses every muscle in his body to command every nerve I own. “This cunt… this scent…” I almost vault out of his arms when he backhands my clit with his last word. “They’re going to ruin me.” Tremors of an orgasm surface faster than I can contain when he locks his eyes with mine and says, “You’re going to ruin me, Zoya Galdean. However, I’d still sign up like a schmuck time and time again anytime it is placed up on offer.”

An orgasm pulses through me, but he doesn’t stop. He continues plowing into me until the wetness slicking my skin matches the slippery mess between my legs.

Andrik is wearing a condom, so all the hot dampness coating my pussy, ass, and thighs is mine.

I’d be embarrassed if it didn’t drive him wild. The wetter I become, the harder he drives into me. He fucks me into oblivion until all I can do is surrender to the madness.

I shove my head back and scream through a blistering of stars, certain the only person about to be ruined is me.