Scorned Vows: An Arranged Marriage Romance (Scorned Fate)

“Every one of your orgasms is mine, capisce?”

I’d been hard all night. But I had masochistic tendencies when it came to Natalya. It had been a torturous week and I couldn’t count the times I used my hand to get relief. But no more. I was going to sink into her tight, wet pussy and pound into her until I had my fill.

She exhaled a ragged breath with a shiver.

“You cold?” Frowning, I pulled out of the parking space, mindful of people, and then turned on the heat in the SUV.

“I don’t know whether I’m cold or hot,” she responded. “I did like the heat of your body, though. You’re steaming.”

“You’re not helping, tesoro.” I finally got the SUV back on the road. Thank fuck, the house wasn’t too far away. The windshield wipers were going at top speed as the crowd scattered and vehicles honked.

The traffic was slow going, and I managed a glance at her. “You have no idea how much I want to taste that sweet pussy. You were hot all over my thigh tonight.”

She gave a secretive smile. “I was.”

“If only the people around us knew how much I wanted to toss up those skirts and push my tongue inside your wet cunt.”

“Not helping, Luca,” she whined, her hand going back between her thighs. “I love your crude mouth.”

“You’re going to love it some more.” I grabbed her wrist. “Stop that.”

“I’m about to explode,” she breathed.

“You,” I gritted. “Will explode on my mouth.” I let go of her wrist and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. The urge to thrust my fingers into her was so strong, that was the only restraint I could think of. Fortunately, the cars started moving. The rain lessened to a steady drum around us.

“What a perfect ending with the rain,” Natalya said when we got clear of the clusterfuck after the festival. Most of the vehicles were heading the opposite direction. Thank fuck.

It was dark on our way back and I couldn’t see her expression, but I could imagine a happy gleam in her eyes from her voice.

“It’s only going to get more perfect.”

“How so, sir?”

My dick twitched at the sass. I was hard as a rock and I couldn’t wait to lay her bare to my eyes. It was a need two years in the making. When I saw the gravel driveway, I almost wept with relief. My foot rode the gas and the back tires kicked up pebbles. We bounced on the uneven road and that didn’t help the images of bouncing in my mind.

“The last time I fucked you was when you were pregnant.” My voice was strained.

“God, that would mean that was also the last time I had a cock inside me,” she whispered, her tone bemused.

“And my cock is all you’re going to have,” I told her. If the thought of Bailey’s mouth on her made me want to kill the man, I couldn’t imagine if they had fucked.

The Audi screeched in front of the garage.

“You’re not parking it inside?”

I switched off the engine and glanced at her. “No one is around for miles, and I’ve had this fantasy of you all night.”

Her throat bobbed. “What fantasy?”

I flashed her a grin and exited the vehicle. I looked down at my shoes. I flicked a finger on my nose and cast Natalya a quick glance. I could feel her eyes on me, apprehensive. Meanwhile, every molecule in my body was roaring for release.

Soon, cocksuckers.

I would be balls deep inside my wife.

Fuck, the thought almost made me come. I should have beat one out earlier tonight.

I stared at Natalya through the windshield.

Her eyes were so wary, it almost made me laugh. But that would defeat the whole purpose and destroy the mood.

I opened the door, but before she could get down. I stopped her.

“What…?”

“Brace, baby.”

My fingers grabbed her outside thighs and quickly spun her in her seat so both legs were facing me.

“Luca…” she whimpered.

“My tongue aches to lick that pretty pussy, baby.” My fingers went beneath her skirt and sought the heat that had been driving me crazy all night. When I touched her molten center, she made a sound at the back of her throat, almost like a suppressed sob.

I leaned my head closer as my fingers circled her clit. It felt swollen, and I could almost feel its throbbing. But was it the blood pounding in my ears? “Are you aching here?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

My control snapped. I yanked her ass forward, and she fell against the seat. Spreading her thighs apart, I dove in and the smell of her drove me feral. I pushed the thin scrap of fabric aside and thrust my tongue into her hole, scooping all her wetness before dragging my tongue up her pink flesh, fastening around her swollen clit, and sucked.

She screamed and clawed at my hair.

I poured two years of need in the way I attacked her pussy with my mouth. Lick, flick, suck. I added my fingers, feeling those muscles inside her clench around me. Checking on her, I saw she was panting hard, but when she noticed I had stopped, she looked at me.

“Why did you stop?”

While my fingers continued to finger-fuck her, I leaned over her to give her a taste of herself in a deep, searing kiss, then I resumed eating her out.

Fuck, I needed this. She squirmed in the seat, and I had only noticed how those fucking pointy heels were digging into my sides, probably making me bleed. But did I care? No. It wasn’t the first time I fucked her and bled all over her.

My mouth was exactly where it wanted to be. On her pussy with my tongue inside it. After the initial attack, I licked her more slowly, up and down her wet slit, and then nibbled at the tender flesh between the juncture of her thigh.

My cock pulsed behind my pants.

I dragged her to a sitting position like she was a rag doll.

“Luca…I want more.”

“I know, baby. Wrap your arms around my neck.” She did as she was told. I bumped the car door closed. I marched with her wrapped around me and went to the garage keypad and entered the code.

The gates opened.

The second we entered the house, Natalya gripped my face and kissed me. Her need shouted for mine. I spun us around so she was against the wall. But we kissed and kissed. We kissed away the years and the heartache, the sorrow and the grief. We kissed away the time we would never get back, but as my tongue devoured hers, I could only taste hope.

When we broke apart, I went for her panties while she went for my buckle.

“Tesoro,” I gritted, flicking her hands away. “Let me do this.”

I stripped away her panties and got them off one foot, but I was already surging up and lifting her against the wall. “Inside. I need inside you. Right now.”

Once my cock was out, I wasted no time thrusting inside her. We both yelled at the same time, from the emotion, from the intensity, from the significance of the moment. We kept still, joined, and stared at each other.

“Are you going to move?” she gasped.

“I’m afraid it’s going to be over too fast.” My voice was ragged with the mix of yearning and lust. I dropped my forehead to hers. “I’m afraid this isn’t real and you’re still gone. I don’t want it to be over too fast because I’ve waited so long for this moment.”

I withdrew slightly, and the pleasure almost blinded me. “My God. I haven’t tasted this pussy in years, haven’t been inside you for two fucking years.” Madness rampaged inside me with those thoughts. She must have felt it too, because she stiffened.

“I’m here now, Luca.” She cupped my jaw as if to tame a wild beast. “I’m real and here to stay.”

I thrust back inside her and ground against her clit, making her cry out again. “You promise?” I growled against her lips.

“Yes, yes,” she chanted. “That feels so good, ahhhh.”

Unleashing all, I pounded into her in brutal upthrusts. With one hand, I ripped the dress’s neckline off and exposed her tits right at my mouth level. I sucked and bit and grazed her nipple. Her inner muscles continued to clench around me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought about consequences, but at that moment, I didn’t care.

I needed more inside her and snatched her from the wall. With my hands supporting her ass and still connected, I walked to the bedroom and crashed on the mattress. My cock went deeper and Natalya moaned loudly. Her pussy had my dick in a death grip, my balls were drawn up. One more…I had to…

“Natalya.” Her name was three syllables of choked emotions. “I love you so much, tesoro. Please say you still love me.” I felt every word of my tortured whisper. I had never begged anyone to love me. But I would beg her until the end of time and I had my wife’s love again. One I hoped to deserve with this second chance.

Her eyes glazed with tears. “Caro, I still love you…so so much.”

Relief and exhilaration merged into one joy-filled exhale. Since Natalya returned, I’d been living my life with a death sentence, waiting for my heart to be ripped out in punishment for my sins during our marriage. My mouth crashed on hers for one last kiss.

I pounded deep this time and didn’t stop. Tingles shot up my spine, heat gripped my balls and I emptied inside her in one final thrust. I continued moving and shuddering at the same time. The edges of my vision dimmed with the intense pleasure ratcheting inside me. One explosive moment and I was putty in her hands. I collapsed on top of her. At her distressed sound, I rolled over, trying to catch my breath.

Natalya rolled into me and put her hand over my heart.

“We need to get out of these wet clothes.” I managed a rough chuckle.

“You feel so warm,” she protested.

“I don’t want you to get sick, baby.” The top of the blankets was damp. I removed the dress I’d torn and put her under the comforter. “I promised you a foot massage.”

“I’m going to fall asleep,” she mumbled.

“Be right back.”

Natalya

When Luca returned, I didn’t want to get out from under the blankets.

“Come on, baby, time to get you into the bath.”

“Do I have to?” I whined.

“You don’t have to do anything.” His voice came to me in the darkness. Strong arms scooped and lifted my body. If there was one thing I couldn’t fault with Luca, he took care of me toward the end of my pregnancy. I’d been a cynic too, thinking that it was all because he wanted me to have a healthy baby, and didn’t equate it as caring toward a wife. In retrospect, his actions made sense. I didn’t hallucinate the love in his eyes during those unguarded moments. He’d just been fighting it. He felt safe to show his caring behind the walls of his expectations. Did that erase what he had done? No. But I loved him enough to give him a second chance.

And after seeing what he had in store for me in the bathroom, tears of happiness pricked my eyes.

“Oh, Luca.” My voice warbled as emotions fought against the words.

In the dim light and against the white marble and gold accents, candles of different sizes were lit. Bouquets of peonies scattered around the bathroom, with petals scattered around the tiles and on the water.

“I was lucky that besides rose petals, peonies worked too,” he said, voice soft, but its effect was loud and clear where it mattered. My heart was bursting with love for this man who considered himself a villain, but he had journeyed to become my hero. He walked us to the bathtub and lowered me into the warm water. I sighed when my feet touched the therapeutic bath.

“I can’t believe you did all this.” My voice came out gushy and I didn’t care.

He smiled wryly, getting into the opposite end of the tub and immediately picked up my foot and massaged its sole. My eyes rolled back at the pleasure and I moaned. “Oh my God, that’s almost like an orgasm.”

The massage stopped. “I’m offended, tesoro.”

A languid smile of surrender curved my mouth. “Don’t be. This has been one of the best nights of my life.”

He looked thoughtful. “I have to confess I had help from my sister and niece. These were delivered when you were taking a nap.”

“I enjoy subterfuge in case you forgot.”

He continued massaging my foot, sliding those powerful hands along my calf muscles. If I were Mrs. B, I would be purring right now.

“About that. No more secrets, capisce?”

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“We have more to discuss, but let’s enjoy tonight.”

He picked up my other foot.

“I’m all yours, caro,” I murmured happily.

I must have fallen asleep in the bathtub because when I woke up it was to the shrill ring of Luca’s phone.

He was wrapped around me, and my back was sweaty when he moved away. The mattress shifted under his weight.

“Moretti. This better—” He cut off.

My spine stiffened.

“When?” His growl was grittier, having just woken up.

I was wide awake now.

I sat up and looked at him. “What is it?” My thoughts went to Elias. My heart pounded erratically. Even though my son was protected by what could be deemed as Fort Knox, I felt antsy that we were not there. There was no guilt though because Luca and I needed this trip to sort out our relationship so we could become better parents.

“Okay, talk to you in a few hours.”

Luca ended the call and switched on the night lamp, turning to me.

“That was Dario,” he said, his voice grim. “Orlov knows about the money.”

I bit my lower lip. “The money I took?”

“Yeah. And he wants it back.”