Fractured Vows, page 2
I catch her hand, helping her balance in her sky-high stilettos that match the dress as she untangles herself gracefully from the pooled scarlet galaxy. Her head tips up as she searches for him, but it only takes a second before he’s pressed against her back, his hands sliding around her stomach as he tastes her again.
Not a true kiss this time, more a twist of tongues sweeping together, flicking and sharing.
Blood fills my cock at the way she arches back, thrusting her tits out for me. I catch one stiff peak between my teeth, squeezing until she writhes between us, then flick the blood-starved tip with my tongue. Her startled cry ruins us both.
Perhaps it’s simply the beauty of a stunning woman between us, or maybe it’s the shock in her tone, like we can still surprise her.
My hands are on her as I break their interlude, forcing her face back to me and kiss her until she’s wrapped around my body, fighting to press against me. Each time she draws back, I bring her closer, denying her the air she desperately requires, but my blood rages and I need her now.
A tiny whimper escapes her as Dom drops to his knees behind her. Her squeal in my mouth gives me pause. Clasping the back of her head, I pull her into my chest, watching him part her ass cheeks and lick her clit to asshole. She pushes her perfectly round ass into his face, tiny cries tearing from her as he works her over, his tongue devouring her body as he did her mouth. I pull her close, tangling my fingers in her black mane as he works her over. His tongue flicks briefly over my balls, sending electric shocks along my spine.
My control spools out an inch at a time, but she’s already leaving me heady with unsatisfied need.
“Fucking perfect,” I rasp out, catching her mouth with mine again to swallow every cry she gives us. I cup her sex from the front, catching Dom’s chin and pushing them together a little more before I slide my fingers inside her.
She soaks my skin with her slick heat instantly, mewling against my mouth. I can taste her fantasy playing out as she comes fast and hard on my fingers and his lips. Her legs shake, and I wrap an arm tighter around her waist to hold her up.
Soft whimpers leave her as Dom rises, his face dark, eyes hooded. The way he looks at her is that of a predator’s relationship with its prey, something he will take, and ruin.
Tonight, we both will.
And I know she will fucking love it.
Holding her between us, I keep my fingers inside her, surprised when Dom slides one then two thick fingers between mine until we’re both fucking her with our hands.
Barely recovered from her orgasm, Willow whimpers, but Dom shushes her gently. “We need to stretch you, baby. Don’t want to damage you.” His lips curl as he coos at her, knowing he’s scaring her a little, and getting off on it.
Twisted fuck. He’s as sick as me.
“Rafe…” Her eyes widen as she rests her body back on Dom’s solid form again, watching me through flickering, dozy eyes that read sated and needy and frightened all at once.
And that mind-blowing combination sends her right over the edge, covering us all in the scent of her satisfaction.
Gathering her in my arms, I work my cock against her stomach, coating myself in her cum. “Do you want—” is all I got out before Dom presses against her back, still as dressed as me.
“Baby, show us what you can take, yeah?” He slaps one ass cheek, rearing back to check his handiwork as she gasps, panting.
“Want us to take it slow?” I catch her other ass cheek in my hand, squeezing gently. “This first time will be fast and rough, sweetheart. Feel what you do to both of us.”
“The first time…” she whispers faintly, and then that’s all she can say.
We sandwich her, kissing all over her body and throat. I lift her leg gently, holding beneath her thigh as I rub my cock at her entrance and slowly slip inside. Her searing, slick heat makes it easy to fill her until I groan, bottoming out far too fast.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” she whispers belatedly, once we’ve caught our breaths.
Dom’s hands curve around her breasts, playing with her nipples as he dry-humps her from behind. “Tell me when you need me to stop or back off, Willow,” he murmurs sweetly into her ear as he positions himself.
But when I thought he might take her asshole, he surprises us both by rubbing his mushroom head against the hole I already fill.
I wrap both arms around her, looking deep into her eyes. “You can handle us. Both of us,” I whisper as Dom works his way into her sopping cunt.
Her cum is obscene, coating her thighs and easing his entry as he stuffs her with his thick cock, massaging mine until he’s just inside. Then he pushes deeper while I hold her still, kissing her mouth and whispering promises I’ll remember tomorrow as she claws at my shoulders. A frenzied squeak leaves her, and we both freeze.
“I’ll go slow,” Dom mutters, a pained look crossing his face as he backs off, withdrawing until only the tip of him is left inside her.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Dominic Barese,” Willow growls. She reaches back to wrap her arms around his neck, looking at him upside down. “If you pull out I’ll find one of Chef Luca’s knives and start stabbing indiscriminately. Fuck. Me. Now. Please,” she adds, like an afterthought.
Knowing what she did with those same knives to the last man who betrayed her, that’s not an empty threat.
“My girl.” I smirk over her head where she still glares at him.
“My fucking pleasure, ma’am.” Dom grips her hips tight, his hands covering mine as he slams back in to fill her hilt-deep.
If her sounds before worked us up, her scream unleashes something hellish in my father’s room.
We pound her tiny body, lifting her between us as she screams her orgasm that runs in a never-ending stream. Our cocks rub together, increasing the friction until she pulses, bearing down hard. A hot gush covers us in her bliss, her body going limp, skin to skin to skin.
Those flutters along our lengths fuck us both up royally. My need rips from my throat as I bellow my orgasm to the black painted ceiling, Dom echoing my roar with his own a moment later.
Which is how we find ourselves tangled around each other on the floor some unspecified time later, our clothed bodies still joined, Willow naked and purring softly between us.
I find her mouth with mine as Dom kisses along the slope of her neck. “Sweetheart, come back to me for a second. Are you hurting?”
“I don’t think I could feel pain at this point.” She stretches languidly, wrapping an arm around each of us.
“Is that so?” Dom asks, checking a glance at me.
I nod, dipping to kiss her mouth. “We need to get rid of these clothes.”
“Why are you still wearing clothes?” Willow’s confused voice matches my sentiment.
“Exactly. They have to go.”
“Why?” She raises dozy, bedroom just fucked eyes to me, and frowns.
“Because, raven.” I kiss her sweetly, feeling my cock thicken alongside Dom’s inside her tight cunt. A deep moan leaves her kiss-bitten lips as she writhes, her pussy already pulsing at the double intrusion.
“We’re not done.”
Chapter Two
Bitter Betrayal
Willow
Why the hell do people wear black to funerals? I know it’s a sad occasion and that we’re mourning the loss of a life but Cyprus is much too hot to be wearing black on a day like today. The sun beats down on us as we stand in the familial graveyard to lay my father-in-law, Armand Gallo, to rest for the second time since his death. We had a service in the States but his body has been transported back to Cyprus to rest with his wife and family.
My black dress clings to my back where sweat trickles along my spine. I have no idea how Rafe and Dom can stand this heat in the three-piece suits they are wearing. Rafe’s sister, Regina, clings to me as her body wracks with sobs once more. Neither of his children may have been overly fond of their father, but both loved him deeply.
The casket is lowered into the dark earth. Rafe takes a handful of the moist dirt and sprinkles it across the lacquered wood before stepping aside. The men gathered follow suit while the women each throw a single white rose down the hole. Before I know it the funeral is over and we are in the back of a luxurious limousine, blasted by icy air-conditioning, being taken to the family compound here on the island.
I want nothing more than to grab Rafe’s hand and drag him back to the private jet so we can head home, but I know this needs to be done. Family members, blood, and business alike, will swarm the compound to pay their last respects and to figure out where they will end up in the line of succession now that Armand is gone.
Rafe is stoic and stiff as he stares out the window at the passing scenery. I had hoped last night and this morning would help alleviate some of the tightness in my husband but it doesn’t seem to have done the trick. Taking his hand in mine, I intertwine our fingers and give a gentle squeeze. His gaze finds mine and I smile softly, offering him comfort, hopefully. His nod is quick before he returns to the window but his fingers tighten around mine and I know he appreciates the small gesture.
The silence is deafening in the confined space, and although it is hotter than hell outside I breathe a sigh of relief the moment we finally reach our destination. Rafe takes his time allowing me out of the limo before pressing his hand to my lower back and escorting me into the palatial mansion Armand once called home. We haven’t been here since arriving in Cyprus, Rafe electing to stay at the villa he always uses, so this is my first look at the decadent opulence of the Gallo Estate.
Upon entering the place I’m instantly transposed into an old-school mafia movie. The tiles are marble with a dual staircase running up the center, the wallpaper is embossed and flaked with golden accents. Several statues line the foyer and—I shit you not—a fucking water fountain takes pride of place. It is insane and over the top and so much Armand that I feel my eyes tearing up. I may not have known the man well, but he made a massive impact in my life and I will miss him more than words can express.
We enter a sitting area which is decorated in the same gaudy way, where Rafe leads me to a burgundy velvet couch before taking a seat beside me. To my left, Regina joins us, along with Dominic. I have found my gaze often strays to the large man, knowing what is beneath his pressed suit, but never lingering too long. Last night was fun but today I need to focus.
Mere moments after we are seated a man hurries over to bring us each a tumbler of rich amber liquid before scurrying away once more. A sniff of the contents has a smile kicking up the side of my lips. Armand’s favorite cognac.
“To Armand Gallo,” Rafe says gruffly, holding his glass out in front of himself.
“Armand.” The three of us say together, raising our glasses and clinking them together.
“Let’s get this shit over with,” Rafe says. “I don’t want to be here any longer than absolutely necessary.”
His fingers twine with mine, resting on his lap. We wait patiently as people start to fill the room, milling about and eating the food set forth for this occasion. One by one, people approach us, paying their respects and kissing Rafe’s ass. His face remains a mask of indifference while he nods in the appropriate place. Every once in a while he will gesture to Dom and the person will be escorted out of the room before returning ten or fifteen minutes later. I’m not sure what that is about but I think they might be paying actual tributes to my husband.
It’s almost an hour when an older woman approaches. Rafe rises from his seat and kisses both the woman’s cheeks. They speak lowly in Greek before he turns to me.
“This is my wife, Willow. Willow, this is my father’s sister, Annalys.” Rafe introduces us but the woman barely glances at me.
“I want to know, Raphael,” she says in a sharp tone. “Why did he remain in America?”
Her English is harsh and it’s clear that it’s not a language she speaks often.
“You know my father followed his own mind.”
“I saw him the day he left. He said he wouldn’t be more than two or three days.” Her frown is aimed at Rafe before she turns it on me.
“Annalys,” Rafe says lowly.
“What do you know, girl?” she asks me and for a moment I am shocked.
I quickly regain my composure before stepping closer to the woman. I keep my tone soft.
“I know that Armand Gallo did what he wanted. Even in the short time I knew him, that much was clear. I know I am grateful for the time I got to spend with him. I am aware that you are grieving and that you are in pain but know this. If you cause a scene or speak to my husband with anything less than the respect he deserves, I will have you put out so fast your head will spin. Καταλαβαίνουν?”
She stares at me in shock before looking at Rafe. He doesn’t turn his attention back to her, keeping it focused on the side of my face.
“He liked this one, didn’t he?” Annalys asked after a tense moment of silence.
“He did,” Rafe says, pride infusing his tone.
“Then it is good he spent time with her before he left us. Don’t mess this up, Raphael. She’s a good wife.”
With those parting words she turns in a fluff of black lace before stepping to an older man and walking out, her arm hooked in his.
“Jesus wept,” Dom curses from his spot, watching us closely.
Regina bursts out giggling and for the first time I survey the people surrounding us. Everyone is blatantly staring and I have no idea why.
“Excuse me,” I say softly to Rafe before walking out of the gathering to look for a bathroom to hide in. I have no idea what the hell just came over me and I need a minute to pull myself together without all present scrutinizing my every move.
As the door swings closed an expensive dress shoe stops it before Rafe slips inside and locks it behind him. His hands thread through my hair as his lips crash down on mine in what is not simply a kiss but devouring.
“Fuck, wife,” he murmurs against my lips when he finally pulls away.
“I don’t know what I did, but if this is my reward I might do it again,” I say with a smile.
“Annalys hasn’t approved of any woman marrying into the Gallo family since the beginning of time, I think. You are basically a miracle.”
“Because I snapped at her?”
“Because you did what she believes all good wives should do. You supported your husband blindly. Without knowing the situation or the repercussions of your choice.”
“Your family is weird.”
For the first time since Armand died, Rafe laughs and I feel like weeping.
“That they are, love.” He prowls forward until he traps me against the wall, caging me in.
“What are you doing, Rafe?” I ask in a husky tone.
“I’m still trying to figure you out,” he replies, his gaze scanning my features. “You consume my every thought and just when I think I have you figured out, you switch it all around again.”
“There’s nothing to know, Rafe. I have been an open book with you since the beginning.”
“Liar.” He nips at my lip. I stare at him in confusion. “I would never would have fucked you that first night if I knew you were a virgin. You hid that from me.”
I giggle. “Perhaps. But you would have regretted it later.”
“I would have,” he agrees with a nod. “I am rather fond of this cunt.”
His fingers deftly find their way beneath the black knee-length dress, swiping my underwear aside before spearing into my heat. A sound escapes me and Rafe covers my mouth with his hand.
“Quiet now, wife. I need a hard and dirty fuck to take the edge off before I deal with rest of these people.” His fingers continue to thrust into me as I nod.
I hear his belt and zipper before he raises my left leg around his hip, replacing his fingers with a cock I have come to crave more each day. He stares at me intently as he rams his full length into me and it takes every ounce of self-control not to scream at the pleasure that assails me. His hips piston harshly into me and I mewl. He stops abruptly, gripping my face harshly.
“If any of these men hear you come on my cock there will be hell to pay, Willow.”
“Rafe,” I whisper brokenly.
He picks up the pace once more and I don’t know if I can hold back. I don’t know if I want to hold back, with his threat. I have come to enjoy his punishments, as strange as that seems. My clit starts to throb and I know I won’t be able to prevent my oncoming orgasm.
Rafe groans, his face in the crook of my neck, my pussy spasming violently around his length, milking him. I hold my breath, doing my best to remain quiet but it’s impossible. A long, low moan escapes me, his name on my lips.
It takes a moment for both of us to get our breathing under control. Rafe stares at me with a dark glint in his gaze before pulling his cock out of me. He slides my underwear back into place before righting my dress.
“I need to clean up,” I say.
“No.” He shakes his head. “If you want to moan like a wanton whore, you can have my cum trickling down your leg for the rest of the day.”
Chapter Three
Blood And Gold
Rafe
Willow bows to a cousin, thrice removed, her heels pressed demurely together, though I know better.
“How is your business?” I ask, not looking at the man. My gaze is limited to Willow alone, looking for the telltale glisten along her inner knee where her dress hangs a little more rumpled than before. “Hold it in,” I murmur mockingly, knowing she will tear me a new one the moment we’re alone.
I also know my father would find this entire scenario hilarious—if it wasn’t Willow I targeted, of course. But he isn’t here to reprimand me, and I need the dark humor, knowing I just filled her to overflowing to take the edge off today.
Hell, if I had it my way, I would never have left America. But then last night wouldn’t have happened, and I knew Dom and I wouldn’t have fulfilled her fantasy in quite the same way there. Because the club where she gave me her virginity holds special value to us both.
