Cruel Vows

EPILOGUE

PAISLEY

One year later…

I watch as my husband emerges from the infinity pool, the rivulets of water cascading down his muscled chest and capturing the light in the most exquisite way. At times, I can’t believe that I’m married to a man so utterly divine.

His eyes meet mine, and he smirks, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. We’re taking a very delayed honeymoon in California, where Massimo rented this beach villa. After all the chaos of the war and his father’s illness, it’s the first time we’ve had a chance to get away. Thankfully, his father is a fighter and is still alive, but Massimo is in charge indefinitely.

The war has calmed down, even though tensions are still high in the city. They’ll never be any different. Our day-to-day life is dangerous and chaotic, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I like California more than I expected. It’s the first time I’ve ever been this far south of Chicago.

Massimo strolls toward me and perches on the end of my sunlounger, shaking his wet hair so it gets me wet.

“If you are expecting me to complain, don’t. It was rather cooling being splashed.”

He raises a brow. “Perhaps I should throw you in, then.”

I pull my sunglasses off and put them down on the little sidetable, shaking my head. “That wouldn’t be very nice.”

“And when have you ever known me to be nice, princess?” He twists and grabs hold of my hips. “You need to get wet,” he murmurs, the connotation in his words as clear as day.

“Wet in what way?” I ask.

He smirks and then kisses me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth with desperate passion. His hand wraps around mine and he places my fingers over the hard bulge in his swim shorts. “I want to feel those pretty lips around my cock,” he murmurs.

I squirm. The thought of sucking his dick out here turns me on.

“Would you like to suck my cock, princess?” he asks, searching my eyes.

I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes flicker shut, and he stands. “Stand up.”

I do as I’m told, loving how demanding he is when it comes to sex. It’s crazy considering how much I hated being told what to do by him at the start. He kicks off his swim shorts, the hard length of his cock bobbing between us. My mouth waters at the sight of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Massimo grabs me by the throat with forceful strength, pushing me down to the floor in front of him so his hard cock is barely an inch from my lips. “Open wide.”

I still can’t believe how good it feels when he handles me so roughly.

I open my lips, eager to taste him. The moment he enters my mouth, the taste of him is overwhelming.

“Such a good girl, princess,” he purrs, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “You always look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

I moan around him, knowing that it doesn’t matter how many times I have this man, it’s never enough. We’re insatiable for each other. Desperate to devour each other in everyway possible every single time we’re intimate.

He hits the back of my throat and I gag all over him, loving the way he tastes as pre-cum spills onto my tongue as he withdraws almost all the way out of my mouth. I tease my tongue and my teeth over his shaft, knowing it will drive him mad.

“Careful with those teeth, princess. Or I’ll have to find my spider gag and keep that mouth open nice and wide permanently.”

I moan more at the prospect of him forcing my mouth open against my will.

“Or is that exactly what you’re after?” he asks, pulling his cock from my mouth and leaning down to grab my throat again, looming over me. “Are you desperate for the gag, princess?”

I nod in response, eager to be used and abused by him.

He smirks a devilish smirk that makes me so wet I feel like I’m going to combust, and then he releases my throat in search of the spider gag. After a minute, he returns with it. “Open wide.”

I do as he says, opening my mouth.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He holds the gag up, teasing me.

I nod in response.

He shakes his head. “Tell me.”

“Yes, sir. I want it so bad.”

He groans and grabs my cheeks, spitting in my mouth. “Such an eager little whore, desperate to please, aren’t you?”

My nipples harden as the need for friction between my thighs becomes almost impossible to bear.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, sliding the gag into my mouth and fixing it at the back of my head.

And then his cock hits the back of my throat as he thrusts into it without mercy, chasing his release frantically. I stare into those dark eyes, knowing I want it all. His cum in every single one of my holes.

“Your throat is so damn good to fuck,” he grunts, desire overwhelming them. “And I’m going to cum down your throat, and then in your tight little cunt before finishing myself off in that beautiful asshole.” His words force me to slide my fingers between my thighs, rubbing my clit in desperation. I moan around his shaft and take the rough thrusts into my throat, knowing any moment he’ll come apart.

His growl vibrates through me, sounding more beast than man, as he explodes down my throat. “Swallow every drop for me.”

I do as he says, swallowing every drop of his cum and loving every second.

Massimo’s eyes dip to between my thighs and he groans, continuing to thrust into my throat and draining every drop. “You are so damn sexy, swallowing my cum and touching yourself like that.” He pulls his cock out of my mouth. “Let me see.”

I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out, proving to him it’s all gone.