Broken Vow (7 page)

She blushed. “Yes.”

“And you're bisexual, aren't you?”

“How dare you!”

He laughed and slapped her cunt. “Another dead giveaway.”

“How did you know?”

“I saw you shopping with a little Asian woman before and I could tell by the way you looked at each other that you'd seen a little lesbian action with one another.”

“That was my roommate, Tansy. And yes, I've been with women before.”

“But you prefer men?”

She nodded, gaping at the cold, gradual entry of the icy cockhead.

“Always answer my questions, woman. Don't ever just nod at me.”

“Or what?” She yelped when his hand came down hard on her labia and she squealed at the frigid hug of the ice inside her vagina.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Yes.”

“What's the highest number of men you've fucked in one night?”

Her cheeks burned. “For crying out loud, Dante! What kind of – oh no!”

The frozen phallus advanced slowly in her quim, chilling every nerve in its wake.

“I want an answer, Sonya. How many men have you had in one night?”

She sighed, waiting for his disgust. “Twenty.”

His face blazed with savage need. “Fuck, that's hot. I can see that in my head. You taking it up every hole and making all those cocks hard. What was the most you took inside of you at once?”

Her body felt feverish with embarrassment and lust over the X-rated memory. “Six.”

His eyes flashed with depraved longing. “Fuck. I wish I'd been there.”

She smiled. “It was very intense and really hot. You would've enjoyed the show.”

“I know I would. It'd be pretty difficult trying to decide between joining in the tryst and sitting back to watch you getting touched and fucked by all those men. I've got to see that, babe. I need to see that real bad. It's got me hard just thinking about it.” His face was tense with primal urges gnawing from within. “Would you submit to me no matter what I asked you to do?”

Sonya squirmed, knowing she was probably playing with fire by being with a man like Dante. “I don't know. The last time I truly gave a man everything, it cost me my soul. Oh god, Dante. That's so cold. It's really too much.”

“Shh.” Dante smoothed his palm over her swollen labia as he slowly eased the icy toy deeper into her channel. “You can do this. I want you to.”

She moaned, trying desperately not to permit the resurrection of ancient history in her mind. Dante left nothing to be desired. He was the epitome of a woman's wet dream. But with the dynamic chemistry they had and the subtle way he started to dominate her, she couldn't help but think of Nimbus. Perhaps that was what drew her to Dante in the first place. He reminded her of her mate in many ways, though they looked nothing alike, except for the muscular bodies they each had.

Sonya cried out when Dante delivered a hot, stinging slap to her cunt and she wailed at the frozen hell flaring in her twat whenever she squeezed her vaginal muscles in reflex. His licentious smile made her womb tremble and clench with passionate urges.

“You like that, don't you, you dirty girl?” He brought the flat of his hand down hard on her
V
again, expression wild and determined. “You like being chained up like a prisoner and spanked like a bad girl until your body aches for release.”

She mewled at his decadent taunting, trying to shove Nimbus from her mind. It wasn't fair to Dante to fantasize about another man while she was in bed with him. But the way he bound and taunted her while having his way with her reflected past liaisons she shared with the incubus.

“Yes. It's a bit much with the ice, though. It hurts so good.” She sobbed with pleasure when the chilly dildo filled her to capacity.

“If you're a good girl I just might let you come.” Dante spanked her pussy repeatedly, seeming turned on by her tormented mews. “Are you a good girl, Sonya?”

“Oh god, Nimbus! It hurts so much. Please let me come.” Sonya was so close, so absorbed in the feral immersion of pain and pleasure she almost didn't know what she said.

“Excuse me?” Dante growled.

Her eyes flew open.

“What the hell did you just call me?”

Oh, crap. She called him Nimbus. “Uh...”

She let out a tiny scream over the next series of slaps on her genitals. These strikes were much more severe.

Dante looked furious as he spanked her. “You don't have feelings for him anymore, huh?”

Sonya writhed and groaned her suffering as she tried in vain to escape his overbearing hand, but he and the handcuffs refused to relent from their mission. “I'm sorry. It was a mistake.”

“Oh, you're damned right it was a mistake. You don't ever say another man's name while you're in bed with me again. Do I make myself clear, woman?”

Tears pricked her eyes like tiny needles. “Yes. I'll go home now if you want me to. I'm sorry I killed the mood.”

“You're not going anywhere.” Dante pistoned the dildo in and out of her core, eyes flaring with jealous rage. Were they lightening? It almost looked like the irises wanted to change color, though he seemed to prevent it from happening.

The frigid thrusts into her center were erotic and torturous. “Please let me up. I'm so sorry and embarrassed.”

“
You're
embarrassed? How the fuck do you think I feel? Am I not good enough for you? You really prefer a demon to me?” Dante stood and shucked his boxers.

Her mouth watered when she saw his engorged erection riding up to his belly. The veins were prominent and the blushing head made her pussy ache, though the ice was partially responsible for that. She didn't care where he filled her, just so that he buried himself completely in one of her orifices.

“I want you, Dante. You just remind me of him. I can't help it. How did you know Nimbus was a demon?”

“You have that name tattooed on your ass and you yelled it out when I was spanking you. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he's the demon you were mated to.”

Her eyes squeezed shut. “I'm so sorry. I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore.”

Disappointment crashed through her at the thought. She liked the werewolf a lot. The idea of him not wanting her in his life anymore was upsetting.

Dante pulled the ice from her vagina and set it on a towel before moving onto the bed. He detached the cuffs from the headboard and then locked them shut again around her wrists. He sat with his legs splayed in front of him and his back up against the headboard with a pillow supporting him from behind.

Sonya rested on her knees in front of him, arousal warring with guilt.

His furious eyes rebuked and commanded her as he gripped the root of his appendage and pointed the crown toward her. “How bad do you feel?”

She tried to suppress a smile as she crawled toward his groin with her cuffed hands in front of her. “Very bad.”

“Then show me.” His hand fisted in her hair and forced her head down to his bulging cock. He hissed when her mouth sank down on his meat and began to suck him. “Take me deeper, you stingy Jezebel. Yes, just like that. Mm, fuck yes.”

Sonya moaned on his pulsating organ, relishing the taste of hard, hot male that exploded on her taste buds. He cursed at and insulted her while commanding her to pleasure him, which made the ache inside of her almost unbearable. He was mad enough that he probably wouldn't let her come, which she found exasperating even as her body became inflamed with hedonism.

“Grope my balls, woman. I want your hands all over my nuts.” His voice sounded hoarse with debauchery.

She moaned and whimpered at his rough treatment of her as her palm moved to cup his testes and play with them like he wanted her to. She choked on a startled scream that his dick drowned out as he yanked her up by the hair and glared at her.

“What's my name?”

Her cheeks grew hot. “Dante.”

“That's right. And whose cock are you sucking?”

“Yours, Dante.”

“Don't ever forget that again.” He shoved her head down and crammed his dick into her mouth, pumping upward with his hips to meet the dedicated suction of her mouth.

She'd missed this – being stripped, bound and forced to please a man, even if he insulted her while she serviced him. The way his cock swelled in her mouth and started to change shape told her he was about to come.

“Shit, woman, you suck cock like a little slut.” Dante rasped and panted as he pumped into her mouth faster. He yanked her off his penis again and bore into her. “Are you my slut, Sonya?”

Sonya moaned in ecstasy before choking on a tiny sob. Nimbus once asked her while she was sucking him off if she was his whore. Now Dante asked her if she was his slut. The parallel between the two dominant paranormal entities was too much. Was she being unfair to Dante or Nimbus by being with the werewolf?

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I'm your slut, Dante.” Thank god she got his name right this time.

Dante's face reeked of wantonness over her answer. He coerced her head down again and force fed her his erection. The sight of it throbbing with his imminent climax sent a firestorm of lust through her. She sucked him hard and thorough until she felt him pulse his release against her tongue. His cum splashed down her throat hot and salty. His feral outcry and the savage way his hands closed in around her head as if about to crush her skull in the heat of nirvana added a spike of danger to the rapturous high.

“Hold my semen in your mouth until I tell you to swallow.”

She obeyed, unsure of how she felt about the way it quickly thickened.

Dante left his penis in her mouth until he was good and ready to take it out. He didn't do so until he caught his breath and then stroked her hair for a bit while his cock slowly deflated. “Sit up.”

She sat up on her knees once he pulled his prick out of her mouth.

His eyes were shaped more like a beast, but they swiftly returned to their normal shape and color. His expression was savage with obsession. “I want you to open your mouth and let my cum roll down your face and flow over your breasts like the filthy cock slut you are.”

Sonya blushed. It had been a very long time since she'd been spoken to in such an obscene manner, but the lurid order excited her. She let her mouth fall open as his seed spilled over her lips and soaked the skin in its path on its bawdy descent.

“Rub it all over your breasts.”

Jude had ordered her to do that once. The soul vampire pissed her off endlessly, but the instructions were amorous coming from Dante.

She smeared the thick cream all over her tits, enjoying the way his countenance scorched her with perverted approval, even as it made her blush to be demeaned by him. Her breath caught and her lips trembled when he cupped her damp crotch.

“You’re absolutely soaked. It's running all down your thighs.” His lips quirked into an indulgent little grin. “You get off on being treated like crap, don't you?”

Her face flushed with heat. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

His fingers teased her cleft open, making her moan. “That's good to hear, because I enjoy treating you like shit.”

They had a good laugh over that one.

“Thanks, Dante.”

“Any time, babe.” He gently kissed her forehead and brushed her cheek with a soft whisper. “I like spoiling you too. You're my angel and I'm crazy about you.”

His words touched every place inside of her just as their passion had. “I'm crazy about you too and I do love it when you pamper me.”

They shared a deep, meaningful kiss and his palms weighed her full breasts, seeming quite pleased with them.

“Can you touch me now? The ache is really bad.”

Dante's smile turned wicked. “Then you should have thought about that before you screamed another man's name in bed. You don't get to come tonight, babe.”

The news was unthinkable. “What?”

“Not until you're a good girl.”

“But I sucked your cock.” She tensed and whimpered as his fingers continued to tease her folds into a state of madness.

“And I appreciate that immensely, but you were still a bad girl tonight, so you're not coming. Now go get in the shower. I'll be in there in a minute. I have to change the sheets.”

Sonya felt his eyes burning into her backside as she strutted toward the bathroom, intending to get herself off before he came in there.

“Oh, and, Sonya, don't even think about masturbating in there or I'll give you a sound spanking all over your body.” His face said he wasn't kidding.

Her bottom and pussy contracted suddenly at the delicious threat. “Fine.”

“Hey.” He smiled tenderly at her when she turned to face him again. “Tattoos look good on you, though I'd prefer it if it was
my
name on your ass.”

The compliment made her giddy. “Thank you.”

She turned toward the bathroom, rolling her eyes with a snicker when he called her back once more. “Do you want me to shower or not?”

He grinned before his countenance changed to display his ardor. “I know you're still stuck in the past. Just give me a chance to prove to you that I'm the one.”

Sonya hesitated a moment, weighing her decision carefully. The idea of him somehow healing her wounded soul was as uplifting as it was heart-wrenching. Either way she needed him. She was just too hurt and damaged to do this alone anymore. He was the first man since Nimbus who actually made her believe again and gave her a reason to smile.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Chapter Four:

Fantasy

Jude crouched low in the bushes, watching and waiting. There she was – the insufferable bitch. Scarlett was a mission angel. She wasn't a leader like the archangels, nor was she a warrior, guardian, or messenger angel. She simply took assignments from the Almighty as they came and filled in wherever needed. Despite her low rank, the broad had become his nemesis.

He interfered with an exorcism a couple of years back and possessed the priest who was trying to cast another demon out of a child. Then along came Scarlett and foiled Jude's plans by exorcising him out of the priest, resulting in the child's eventual exorcism.

Jude hated her ever since. It irked him endlessly that Scarlett was as beautiful as she was vexing. He wanted to kill her, but he'd probably be thrown into the abyss before his time for doing so. It wasn't worth it, though he'd considered beating the shit out of her as much as he could before one of the archangels showed up and defended her. Someday he would have his vengeance on her one way or another.