Cunning Vows: Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance (Lethal Vows Book 3)

“Why are you stopping, Anya?” He says my name with a drawl, almost like he’s teasing me. I’m halfway to the bed, and I know he’s watching me. I can feel his stare all over my body. “You look so good, so wet for me,” he croons, and I feel him come up closer, and his hand caresses my ass. It’s been a while since I let a man control me like this. Actually, I think this is the only time I’ve let a man have this much control over me.

This is no different from when I let him bind me at his restaurant. I understand the psychology between dominant and submissive. I sell it. But I never thought I would find myself crawling on hands and knees because a man said so.

But River is different. I don’t know why, but with him, I don’t have to constantly fight. I can just relinquish control, even if just for a few minutes. And it makes me feel alive.

Deep down, I must trust River to a degree, and I don’t trust anyone except for my brother.

Ever so slowly, this man has carved his way into my space and maybe more…

I push that thought away.

I can’t focus on the more.

I only have now.

I’m not even sure why I’m giving him the power, but fuck, his cock tasted good.

I want another taste.

His hand moves to my other ass cheek before he leans over me from behind. I can feel his breath near my ear.

“How wet?” he asks me.

“Very wet.”

“Hmm,” he hums, his hand sliding down between my ass cheeks until it reaches my pussy and he slips a finger between my folds. I moan at his touch, and am aware of its disappearance the moment it leaves my pussy. When I look over my shoulder, I watch mesmerized as he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking them with eyes closed before opening them with a smile. “I think you should taste it.”

I nod my head, eager for whatever it is he wants to give me. But he grips my ass with both hands, and I feel him at my entrance. His cock teases me before it slides inside, and it’s like heaven, eliciting a moan from my lips. One I can’t contain. But the minute I feel full, he pulls away, leaving me empty and desperate.

My eyes spring open, and he lazily walks around me and sits at the end of the bed. He looks down at me and indicates with one finger—the same one he tasted me with—to continue crawling to him. I do as I’m told, my eyes on his very hard cock. It glistens from being coated in my wetness.

When I reach him, he puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head. “Now, up.”

My gaze doesn’t want to move from his cock. It’s beautiful. He’s perfectly manicured, veins in all the right places, and it’s large. And, fuck, does it feel good inside me.

“Taste,” he says as he reaches for my hair yet again and brings my head down to his cock. I wrap my mouth around him and take him as far down as I can go. I can taste myself on him.

He moans, but I can’t take all of him in; he’s too large for that. Lifting my head up and down, I go again. When I reach for the base of his cock, he stops me and pulls back. “No. My bad girl needs something a little more. You can stand now.”

I sit up on my heels, my dress still up around my waist, as I watch him pull something from a drawer. I see it’s something made of leather. “Undress.”

I’ve seen almost every sex contraption and toy imaginable, so I leave it as a surprise as I reach for my hem and follow his directive. I’m usually in charge in the bedroom. I don’t let a man lead, but here I am, listening to every command he gives.

Why?

Because it feels fucking good not to be in charge for once in my life.

“Anya.” I focus on him and not what he’s holding. Because it doesn’t matter what River uses on me or does to me. I understand now what he’s been training me for this entire time. The kisses. Intentionally forcing me to hold out on sex. It’s about trust and connection. Something I’ve never had in the bedroom unless I controlled it. Have I ever enjoyed sex like this? No. I thought I had, but it will never compare. I now realize it was always lacking, and perhaps that’s because I’ve never desired anyone like I have River.

“Don’t think, just feel,” he commands. I nod at his instruction. It’s nice to focus solely on his voice and, for a split second, not think, not second-guess. Just do.

Sliding my dress all the way off, I keep my heels on. He smiles, and when I reach him, he turns me around so my back is facing him. He then places the item over my head. A ball goes into my mouth, and it straps around to the back of my head. He reaches for both my hands and straps them in as well, locking them behind my back. When I try to move my restrained hands, my head yanks back. Everything is connected.

He tugs on the contraption, pulling me up and onto the bed, still on my knees.

He drops to his knees in front of me, my hands behind my back, unable to move.

“Maybe I should use a gag on you more often so there are no complaints,” he says with an arrogant smile.

I try to tell him to just fuck me, but it comes out muffled, and his smile grows.

He grabs a handful of my ass and twists, the painful awakening throbbing at my core. He lies down on his back and positions me over his face, the view of his perfect cock in front of me.

He raises his mouth to my pussy, and he wastes no time before his tongue darts out and slides straight between my folds. I moan but can’t say anything around the ball gag. My body trembles over him, wanting to so badly reach for him, but I’m unable to while my hands are bound. He slides his tongue up and down, teasing me and making me want to touch him. But I can’t. He dips a finger inside me while his tongue works absolute magic. Up and down and slow circles around my clit until I can feel myself tightening around his finger. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away. He repositions himself on his knees beside me, and when I begin to curse and complain, he pushes me so I fall directly onto his bed face-first.

Thank God his bed is soft. I don’t have my hands to break the fall.

He pulls me back before I feel him at my entrance again. I wiggle into him, begging for him to fill me. I’m due my release. I’ve never needed or wanted anything so desperately. If I didn’t have this gag on, I would more than likely beg.

And I have never begged a man in my life.

So I’m thankful for the gag. I would hate to inflate River Bently’s ego.

He chuckles and slides straight inside me. As he does, I feel the instant relief that I was searching for. He stays still for a few moments before he finally moves in and out of me as he winds my hair around his knuckles and tugs my head back.

He leans over and whispers into my ear, “Wear your fucking hair down more often.” I shake my head, but it’s hard to do with it being restricted. He pushes it away and keeps on thrusting. He doesn’t stop, pumping slowly and steadily into me. And it’s like reaching up for the clouds and then thinking you have a hold of something, but it gets pulled away.

I wish my hands were free. I would turn around and fucking climb him so I could have my way.

Instead, he tortures me with his slow and steady pace until I feel myself tighten, and everything in me feels like it’s about to burst.

“That’s it, baby, suck my fucking cock with your cunt.”

I can’t stop it. It just builds and builds until even around the ball gag I’m screaming as his thrusts get faster and faster until my body can’t take it anymore and shuts down. River slaps my ass, and I suck in a breath.

Holy shit. Holy fuck. What is happening?

Just when I think I can’t come again, he picks up the pace, and something else keeps building inside me, not slowing down. He fucks me until we both come. He’s jerking inside me as my pussy milks him, and I don’t want this high to ever end. I want this man to forever throw me around at his whim. Breaking me ever so slowly into a sensual bliss I’ve never known.

There’s fucking.

Then there’s this…

River Bently.

When he’s done, he pulls out of me and lies beside me. Smiling, I’m barely able to keep my eyes open as he brushes back the hair that fell in my face before he says, “I’ll be marrying you very soon, Red, because you were fucking made for me.”

My heart rate picks up, and if I wasn’t just fucked into submission, I might very well slit his throat.