Corrupt Vows (Vicious Mafia Kings #1)

Chapter 12

Nico Russo

My head spins as another wave of cum bursts from my balls. Her wet heat clamps around me. I hiss and bite her again, needing her flesh in my mouth as she accepts my seed.

Sheathed deep within her body, I find euphoria, but I want more. I need to see her writhe in ecstasy again, and even though I just had the most intense orgasm of my life and drained my balls more completely than ever before, I want to fuck her again.

She closes her eyes and sighs.

Pride fills my chest. I pepper her face with kisses, praising and worshipping her for taking me so well.

Her legs loosen around me, but she tightens her grip, burying her nails deeper into my back. I drop my forehead to hers and shudder through our combined aftershocks.

When my knees finally feel sturdy enough to accept my full weight, I lift onto my elbow and grab her hip to start the extraction process, but she huffs and claws my back. I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose before whispering in her ear.

“I’m not going anywhere, amore mio . Let go.”

She shakes her head.

“Fine, have it your way.”

I slip my arms under her and lift her off the bed. She gasps as I stand and stalk across the room with my cock still lodged within her.

My cock shifts around inside her with every step. She clamps down around me. I catch myself on the bathroom doorframe and lean my shoulder against the wall as I work through the sensations.

Her nails gouge my shoulders.

I take several deep breaths before continuing into the bathroom and turning on the shower. As the water warms, my legs turn to jelly, so I set her on the counter and lean her back against the mirror, but she whines and grabs my arm.

I cup the side of her face and rub her swollen lips with my thumb.

“Serenity, look at me.”

She blinks her eyes open.

“No more tonight. You need to walk tomorrow. Let me clean us up, then you can sleep, okay, principessa ?”

Her bleary eyes search my face.

“You’ll stay with me?”

Her question slices through me. I swallow and lie to appease her.

“Of course.”

She sighs and nods before absently petting my arm and eyeing my shoulders.

I chuckle. She’s cute when she’s blitzed out of her mind from pleasure. I want to see her like this every second of every day for the rest of our lives.

We both hiss as I pull halfway out. I stop to catch my breath and notice the hint of red streaking down my thigh.

She follows my gaze and stiffens before flinging her arm over her face. My guts twist as her shoulders shake. I pull her arm away and wipe her tears.

“Why are you crying?” I ask, still halfway inside her, knowing I should pull out but already addicted to being inside her.

“I thought… It didn’t hurt, so I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me,” she says with an adorable little hiccup. The misery in her eyes wipes out my mirth.

I frame her face with my hands and ensure I have her full attention.

“I believed you, otherwise I would have fucked you in the elevator.”

Her brows scrunch.

“But I didn’t tell you until we were on the bed.”

“You’d never sucked cock until this afternoon, so it wasn’t a leap to assume you were a virgin, too. I don’t know how you stayed pure for so long with this perfect little body, but you’re mine now, Serenity, and I’m never letting you go.”

Her breath hitches.

“Promise?”

“Yes, principessa . I promise.”

Silent tears drip from her lashes, but she takes a deep, ragged breath and smiles.

She doesn’t believe me. She wants to, but she doesn’t.

My heart cracks as I realize she carries more baggage than I can take from her. Her pain reaches deeper than one traumatizing moment. I don’t know how else to help her beyond proving my devotion over time, so I kiss the back of her hand and finish pulling my cock out of her pussy. I groan and curse the frigid air even as steam builds on the mirror.

“Don’t move,” I command.

She doesn’t. I step away and check the water temperature before gathering her into my arms and carrying her into the shower. Her soft, curvy body tempts me as I slide her down onto her feet, but when her eyes pinch in pain, I gather every ounce of my control and focus on cleaning her instead of pressing her against the wall and having my way with her.

She wraps her arms around me and leans her head on my chest. I angle her into the strongest shower head and ensure she’s soaked from head to toe before shuffling her toward the built-in bench. She winces even though I guide her into a sitting position as gently as possible.

I pamper every inch of her, shampooing her hair and slathering in conditioner before sudsing a loofa and covering her in white froth. By the time she’s ready for her final rinse, my cock bobs in front of me, fully hard and ready to go again.

I grit my teeth and pull a detachable showerhead off the wall and join her on the bench before leaning her against me and rinsing her from head to toe. She hums in delight, so I continue long after the last of the soap swirls down the drain, memorizing her curves and basking in her trust as she slips into a doze.

Even though the hot water will never run out, I turn it off after I notice her fingertips pruning.

My engagement ring looks amazing on her delicate finger. I can’t wait to add a wedding band.

She tucks her face against me when I roll her into my arms and stand. Her palm settles over my chest, and the gold of her ring shines in stark contrast to my tattoos.

I wrap her in a towel and drape two more over my shoulder before laying her out at the foot of the bed, avoiding the wet spot we left behind.

After I dry every inch of her, I wrap her hair in a towel as best I can and snatch a bottle of lotion from the bathroom counter. She offers a token complaint when I smear cold lotion onto her skin, but she’s so exhausted she slips back into a doze on her next breath.

The bruise on her inner forearm darkens my mood. Whoever gave it to her will pay.

It also proves I don’t know nearly enough about her. I have all the info on her phone and laptop, plus detailed reports from every guard I placed on her for a week, but I still don’t know who hurt her.

That’ll change.

I finish rubbing lotion all over her body, deciding I must be a masochist, and scoop her into my arms. She clings to me when I set her in the chair by the window, but I assure her I’m not going anywhere and pry her fingers off my arm. After changing the sheets, I lie her on the bed.

She curls up onto her side as I tuck the covers over her, but when I turn to leave, she grabs my arm again.

She mumbles under her breath and nuzzles the back of my hand. I try to pull away, but she whimpers and clings tighter, so I slip under the covers with her.

It’s pure torture. Her warm, soft, pliant body fits perfectly against mine. With her legs tangled in mine and the top of her head tucked under my chin, I stroke her back and usher her into a deeper sleep.

More satiated than ever before, I slip into a doze only to jolt awake with the sound of screeching tires ringing in my ears.

I can’t risk having a nightmare with Serenity in my arms. The number of things I’ve broken in my sleep are too great, so I slowly extract myself from her grasp and stumble into the closet for a pair of sweats.

Her tiny frame barely makes a bump in the bed, but her slow and steady breathing assures me she’s sleeping soundly. I leave the room and walk down the hall in the dark until I reach the living room. The city skyline filtering in through the windows illuminates the space enough for me to pour a glass of whiskey, pull on my pants, and plop onto the couch without turning on a light.

After a few sips, my eyes get heavy, but a chill runs over my flesh.

I’d much rather be curled up with my curvy piccola principessa , but the thought of her big, vulnerable eyes looking up at me with so much trust keeps me firmly on the couch. I drain my glass, decide getting up for another isn’t worth it, and slip into a light sleep.

The glass slips from my fingers and lands on the thick rug with a muted thump. I jerk awake and wipe the fear sweat from my brow as I attune my senses to the bedroom down the hall. Serenity’s light snores ease the band around my chest.

I stand, pour another glass, and bring the bottle of whiskey to the coffee table on my way back to the couch. Two refills later, I set down my empty glass, stand, and stride to the window. The glow of the city and the smog hide the stars, but the sun won’t rise for several more hours. I stretch and decide to drink some water, but curse as my feet carry me down the hall. I turn and stomp to the kitchen. The fridge light blinds me. I snatch two water bottles, place one on the coffee table, and stalk into the bedroom, telling myself to look but not touch.

Her brows scrunch as she rolls toward me, but she doesn’t open her eyes. I place the water on the bedside table and retrieve the ibuprofen from the bathroom in case she needs some when she wakes.

When the urge to brush her hair away from her face becomes too great, I leave the room and pour another whiskey before draining it and the water. I lean back on the couch and watch the city until my exhaustion catches up with me.

My nightmares begin the moment I close my eyes. Tires screech. Metal crunches. The smell of gasoline fills my nostrils. My mother’s desperate last words as she pleads for me to rescue Nat. The seatbelt cutting into my chest. Pain. Natalie’s tiny little infant arms dangling from her upturned seat. The snap of bone as I unbuckle her and she falls on top of me. Smoke. Glass.

We won’t make it. I crawl faster and harder, but safety is too far away.

I snap awake and meet Serenity’s rich chocolate eyes. The first rays of sunlight streak along the wall behind her. I stay frozen, deceptively lounging on the couch as I push my nightmare to the back of my mind and regulate my breathing.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

I close my eyes, inhale through my nose, and savor her clean, feminine scent.

“That’s my line, principessa ,” I say before smirking and opening my eyes.

The sight of her wearing my shirt steals my breath. I hook an arm around the back of her leg and pull her to me. She squeaks and falls into my lap.

I wrap my arms around her and fill my fist with her hair. She wriggles her arms free and brings her hands to my chest. At first, I think she’s following the designs of my tattoos, but then I realize she’s tracing the scars hidden underneath.

“Why are you out here and not in the bed?” she asks.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

She stills, and for a long moment, an awkward silence descends.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Her question catches me off guard. I pull her head back and tighten my arm around her.

“No, you didn’t.”

She takes a shuddering breath and studies my expression with worried eyes. I slide my hand down her back and cup her ass through my shirt.

“You wouldn’t have gotten a wink of sleep if I’d stayed in that bed with you,” I growl.

She stiffens and huffs a throaty oh.

I can’t resist.

Her gasp as I shift her on top of me and tilt my hips to grind my hard cock against her curves wakes the beast lurking in my soul. I smirk and nip her bottom lip.

“Are you too sore?” I ask.

Her breath washes over my lips.

“I’m okay.”

I lick the corners of her mouth and tease my fingers under the hem of my oversized shirt on her beautiful body.

“Good, because nothing will stop me from filling that tight little pussy this morning.”

She pulls back.

“You’d take me even if I said I was too sore?”

I dip my fingers between her legs and groan as I find her already wet.

“A bit of soreness just means I get to have more fun before I sink my cock into you, and I’d happily tease you All. Day. Long.” I punctuate my words with nips and licks of her lips and little teasing circles of my fingers.

She steals pieces of my soul with her open response.

“Yes, please.”

Keeping her out of my heart was never an option. I need her closer. Deeper. Harder.

She’s mine.

I’ll do anything to keep her safe.

Even if it means protecting her from me.