Corrupt Vows (Vicious Mafia Kings #1)

Chapter 10

Nico Russo

She submits so sweetly I lose myself in the wet warmth of her mouth, taking everything she gives me and demanding more. After watching her—the woman I’ve craved for years—fight a battle I can’t win for her, my control slips.

I stroke my tongue over hers and circle her throat with my fingers. Her whimper frays the thin thread of my control. I twist my hand in her hair, lick her teeth, and dive deeper again. She opens wider and matches my fervor, pulling another hungry sound from me. I flex my digits around her throat and enjoy the leap of her pulse before skimming my hand down to her breast. She’s not wearing a bra.

Her moan is too much.

I tilt my hips and grind my hard cock against the pillowy softness of her ass. When she grinds right back, rubbing her thighs together on my lap, liquid fire escapes my balls and shoots down my shaft. I snarl and pinch her nipple through her dress.

She gasps and arches her back.

On the verge of embarrassing myself, I lift my face away from hers and enjoy the sight of her heavy-lidded eyes, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

“Are you wet for me, principessa ?”

She clings to my sleeve and the front of my suit and nods. I want her hands on me, but I won’t last another millisecond if she touches me, so I torture us both by playing with her breast for another moment before trailing my hand down her body. Her grip tightens on my suit as I slip my fingers under the hem of her skirt.

She jerks as I reach her panties.

“Part your legs for me,” I demand.

She hesitates.

I jerk her head back with a growl and push her knee off my lap before covering her sex with my hand.

“Fucking hell, you’re soaked. Goddammit, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Her glazed eyes and mindless whimper as I grind my palm over her pussy solidify her fate. I slip my fingertips into her panties and find her hard clit. She cries out and arches her back. I seal my mouth over hers and circle her clit as she tries to avoid my touch. She bucks and twists, dislodging my hand, so I sink lower and slip my fingertips through her drenched folds. I growl into her mouth and tease her entrance with the pad of my middle finger. She whimpers and trembles.

I push my finger into her and almost cum as her tight, wet heat wraps around me. She grabs my wrist with both hands, but I’m too far gone to stop.

I invade and retreat in time with my kiss, needing her to be as desperate for me as I am for her. Her responsiveness triples my desire and urges me to move faster. Honey flows over my hand and joins the wetness already soaking her panties.

I need a taste. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and pull back until it slips free.

She gasps as I curl my finger deep inside her.

“You’re gonna cum on my hand, aren’t you, mia piccola principessa ?”

She shakes her head. I thrust in and out until her thighs tremble. The hickey on her neck catches my eye.

I drop my mouth to her throat and add another, needing to mark her where everyone can see, as I pull out and press two fingers to her entrance. Her throaty plea as she says my name only enhances my need. I angle my wrist and rub her clit with my thumb as I work my digits into her.

“Say my name again, Serenity,” I say before licking over my mark and trailing lower to begin another on her collarbone.

She gives me what I want. I reward her with several ruthless thrusts of my fingers before burying myself knuckle deep and curling my fingers over and over again in time with my thumb rubbing over her clit.

She detonates.

I lick the bruise forming on her collarbone and lift my head to watch her face as she flies apart in my arms.

She’s gorgeous. Perfect.

Mine.

I grind my teeth and gentle my touch as she slowly recuperates. She squeaks when I pull my digits free.

My mouth waters. I stick my fingers in my mouth and moan as her tangy sweetness hits my taste buds.

Her wide, innocent eyes gleam with interest. I lick my knuckle before offering it to her. She scrunches her nose and shakes her head.

“You taste so sweet, amore mio . Don’t miss out,” I tease my fingers over her lips, but she pushes my hand away.

Her ass shifts on my hard cock.

I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down her legs. She squeaks and reaches for them, but I give her hair a gentle shake as I yank them over her sandaled feet and ball them in my fist.

Unable to resist, I bring them to my face and fill my nostrils with her musk.

Fuck, I need more.

I slip her panties into my vest pocket, push her off my lap, and settle her onto her knees between my thighs.

“Take out my cock,” I command.

She swallows and studies my face before sliding her palms up my legs. I tremble from head to toe, desperately clinging to what little control I have left as she reaches for my fly.

She fumbles through unbuckling my belt and unfastening my buttons before working my zipper down. Her knuckles brush against my hard cock through the fabric of my underpants.

An embarrassing amount of wetness leaks from my tip. I grind my teeth as she hesitates.

The vulnerability in her eyes when she glances up as she dips her fingertips underneath my waistband spears through the haze of lust. I use my fist in her hair to angle her head back and cup the side of her face.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Serenity?”

She shakes her head and gives an unsteady breath.

I smirk as dark delight curls through me. Her bottom lip trembles as I ghost my thumb over it.

“Good. This pretty little mouth is mine. Take me out and run your tongue over my tip. I want to see your eyes as you taste me for the first time.”

Her shoulders shake with her stilted breathing as she pulls my trousers and underwear down in one motion. I lift my hips and growl as my cock springs free.

The widening of her eyes strokes my male ego and fills me with pride, but magma boils in my balls. I need to cum. Now.

Holding onto my control by the skin of my teeth, I curl my toes in my shoes and drop my fist to the sheets as I urge her toward my tip with my grip on her hair.

She sneaks her tongue out and gives the underside of my mushroom tip a tentative lick. I snarl and pull her closer. Her lips brush over my sensitive flesh.

She whimpers.

“Lick me, principessa . Taste how much I need you.”

Her lashes lift to reveal her worried, overwhelmed eyes.

“Don’t worry, amore mio . I’ll return the favor later. Lick me. Taste me. Suck me. Take me deep into your mouth.”

She flicks her tongue over the slit at the top of my dick. Lightning streaks throughout my entire body and lava pools in my balls.

With a surprised hum, she licks me again.

It’s too much. I pull her head down and invade her mouth with my cock until I hit the back of her throat. She gags. I pull out until her teeth press against the ring of my tip.

“I’m sorry, principessa , but I can’t hold back. Open wide. Don’t bite me. Breathe when you can,” I growl.

Tears run from the corners of her eyes. I twist my fingers in the sheets and lean back as I guide her head up and down on my shaft, careful not to go too deep and trigger her gag reflex again. The tight, wet heat of her mouth grips me. After a few strokes, she tests my control by tightening her lips around me and flicking her tongue over my tip before I flatten it with my length again. She’s mesmerizing. Her saliva coats my balls. I drop my head back and blink at the ceiling as pressure builds at the base of my spine, trying to hold off for one more second, but the erotic sounds are too tantalizing, and I train my eyes on her again.

I push into her throat and lose control as she gags and squeezes my tip to the edge of pain. Liquid fire sears the inside of my shaft. I release the first wave of cum down her throat before pulling back and spurting into her mouth.

She coughs and sputters. I jerk my hand in her hair, commanding her eyes to mine, and snarl as more cum rushes from my tip.

“Swallow. Every. Drop,” I manage between each epic wave of release.

Like the good girl she is, she obeys. My head spins as she swallows. I heave and hold her with her lips wrapped around my shaft and my hand in her hair for long, harrowing moments as I drain my balls.

She’s perfection.

When she tries to lift her head, I growl and keep her right where I want her.

“Don’t move.”

The breaths from her nose ghost over me as she struggles to keep her teeth away from my cock.

I wait until the sensitivity fades from my tip before pulling her off me. She moves as though to sit back, but I lift her face to mine and ravage her mouth, thanking her for trusting me with something so precious, moaning at my taste lingering on her tongue, and finalizing my mark on her soul.

She’s mine.

When I pull back, she shudders and digs her nails into my thighs.

I trace my fingers over her features before wiping away her tears with my thumb.

“Thank you, principessa . I can’t wait to bury my face between your thighs and return the favor.”

Her pupils dilate and her swollen lips part over a sharp inhale. I chuckle and drop a quick kiss to her forehead before lifting her to her feet. She wobbles, so I hold on to her hips until she finds her balance.

“Go fix your hair. We have a wedding to announce,” I say.

She blinks down at me.

“Hurry, before I give in to temptation and fuck you into oblivion while everyone celebrates without us.”

Her shoulders stiffen and she rushes across the room to her vanity. I strut to the bathroom and wipe up before tucking myself away and wetting a washcloth with warm water.

She meets my eyes in the mirror as I stride back into the room. With her hands busy in her hair, I smirk and pin her hips to the edge of the counter with a hand on the small of her back.

“Nico! What are you—”

“Spread your legs, principessa .”

She shakes her head, almost destroying the hard work of fixing her hair.

I shake my head and tsk in mock disapproval before running the washcloth up her inner thigh. She squeaks and tries to wriggle away, but I chuckle and wipe her other leg before palming her pussy through the cloth.

“Just relax and let me take care of you,” I whisper in her ear.

She shivers. I tease her clit to hardness before pulling away. Her sound of dismay wakes the evil beast lurking within my soul. I nip her ear and toss the washcloth into the hamper before using my reflection in the floor-length mirror to adjust my jacket.

With mesmerizing grace, she fixes her hair and wipes her face before reapplying her makeup.

I lean my upper back on the wall beside the door, waiting for the moment she notices the marks I left on her flesh.

Her reaction nearly sends me to my knees with the desire to worship her. After a double-take, she studies her reflection before tracing her fingertips over the hickeys. A beautiful mix of reverence and interest enters the gleam in her eyes.

She blinks and shakes her head before reaching for her concealer.

“No,” I growl.

She freezes with her arm outstretched before swinging her gaze to mine.

“Why?” she asks.

I shrug, giving her the silent version of it just is .

“You’re crazy,” she says.

“For you? Yes. You’re mine. Wear my marks and show everyone who you belong to.”

Her cheeks and chest flush, but she drops her arm, twists her face into an unimpressed mask, and turns around.

“Fine. Let’s go,” she says.

I smirk and offer her my arm. When she hesitates, I tap my pocket. Her flush deepens at the reminder of her stolen panties.

She slips her arm into mine and follows me into the hall and down the stairs without a fuss.

With the party in full swing, we barely make it to the ballroom’s double doors before guests intercept us.

I dismiss them after curt greetings and usher my soon-to-be fiancée to the refreshment table. At first, she refuses a plate, but when I threaten to fill one and make her eat everything, she sighs and takes one. She doesn’t put nearly enough on it, so I grab a second and mirror her selections, with a few extras.

I tuck her against my side and lead her to our table before settling her into her seat.

Even with her emotions tucked away, signs of her exhaustion sneak through her facade. I drop my arm across the back of her chair and slide her water glass toward her. She gives me an evil side glare before taking a sip.

Unable to resist, I lean down and whisper in her ear.

“Every. Drop.”

She chokes and spits water onto the table before covering her mouth with her hand and launching into a coughing fit.

I sit back and rub her shoulder until she finishes and turns to glare at me. A thrill runs down my spine.

I can’t wait to see how she retaliates. She’ll keep me on my toes, for sure.

When she pushes her food around on her plate instead of eating, I pick up my fork, spear a piece of fruit off my plate, and hold it to her lips. Her swollen lips. My cock twitches in my trousers.

After a moment of hesitation, she accepts the bite.

“Good girl,” I murmur in her ear.

She flushes and chews a lot longer than necessary before swallowing.

I pour her a second glass of water. She ignores it. Needing her well hydrated for what I plan to do to her tonight, I pick up the glass and hold it to her lips. She startles and quirks a brow at me.

I quirk right back and shift my hand lower on her arm so my thumb nudges the swell of her breast, daring her to challenge me.

She drinks the entire glass. I pour another but let her drink it at her own pace as I feed her off my plate.

The tactic works. She eats almost triple what she originally selected.

My victory rings hollow when Serenity glances at her parents. They’ve dictated her every move from across the room ever since we entered through the double doors. Fed up with the tension in my bride-to-be’s body, I gesture to Matteo Vivaldi, letting him know we’re ready to make the announcement.

He stands and gets everyone’s attention. After an annoyingly flamboyant greeting and thanks to the masses, he strides over and reaches for the back of Serenity’s chair.

I rise and tug her onto her feet.

The wooden smile on her face infuriates me, even though I understand why she feels the need to wear it. I tap the pocket with her panties. Her eyes sharpen and the far-off expression on her face slips away. She all but vibrates with nervous energy as I reach into the pocket beside the one with her panties and extract the small velvet box.

I drop onto one knee, pop the box open, and offer her the ring inside.

“Serenity Vivaldi, will you marry me?”

I register the shock on her parents’ faces. A proposal wasn’t part of the plan. Announcing our engagement in no way required me to get down on one knee, but Serenity means more to me than I can express.

I’ll do anything for her.

Her breath hitches. She darts her attention between my eyes, not even glancing at the ring.

Alfonso Bonnetti shifts from foot to foot at the edge of my periphery. The urge to fling her over my shoulder and carry her away caveman style grips me.

Serenity’s pupils shrink and disappointment flashes in her eyes, but she lifts her lips in a tremulous smile and says yes.

I slip the ring onto her delicate finger and kiss the back of her hand before rising and enveloping her in my arms. She settles her hands on my waist and tilts her head back as I lean down.

My cock hardens the instant our lips meet, but instead of scandalizing her in front of everyone, I end the kiss before we get lost in one another.

To the sound of applause, I tuck her against my side and head toward the door.

Serenity’s happiness falters when she meets Camilla’s fake smile, but Natalie hoots and steals her attention. Affection softens her expression, and she reaches out to pat my sister’s shoulder on the way past.

Unease creeps down my spine as I meet Narciso Vivaldi’s eyes, but he turns and congratulates my father before I can dissect the reason.

Alfonso Bonnetti tries to hide his glare behind his glass. I don’t spare him a second glance as I usher Serenity through the double doors.

We’ve fulfilled our duty to our families. Now it’s time to fulfill the ache between my legs.

Because heaven knows one quick session of heavy petting won’t be enough. I need more.

I need my fiancée tangled in the sheets underneath me, gasping my name between countless orgasms.

I need Serenity Vivaldi in my bed.

Now.