“Yes, what?” His eyes hardened, and he watched with pleasure as his meaning registered.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned, and her voice alone almost made him spill in her hand.
“Good fucking girl.” He slid his fingers from her jaw to her beautifully styled hair. “Now show me how this pretty little mouth is mine and mine alone.”
Belladonna parted her pink lips with a gasp and leaned forward eagerly. Her tongue darted out, and she teasingly licked his shaft as his grip tightened on her hair.
“Don’t tease me, wife. Your parents are almost here. Do you want them to catch you on your knees for me?”
“No, sir,” she said seductively, and his knees felt weak. He loved that she let him take control when she was truly the one in power as her fingers gripped his aching length.
“Or maybe you want to be caught.” He smirked down at her. “Maybe you want people to know how badly you crave your husband.”
His words were all the challenge she needed, and Belladonna wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly at the intrusion, but instead of pulling back, she pushed deeper. She opened her throat as she swallowed him, and then she increased the pressure, sucking so hard, he worried she would pull the soul from his body.
“Fuck, little witch.” He captured her hair with his other hand, guiding her as she moved faster. “You look exquisite on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
She glanced up at him with pride and then grabbed hisballs, and he was certain he would have fallen if it weren’t for the table at his back.
“I want you to choke on me.” He thrust like a man possessed, and Belladonna encouraged his frenzy. She shoved her manicured hands up his shirt to his abs and then clawed her nails over his skin, drawing blood with the sharp tips. Vlad roared at the pain mixing with the pleasure, and he opened his mouth to speak those three words that would change everything. Those three dangerous words that were brewing in his soul, but he bit his tongue, afraid to say the truth out loud.
“You take me so well,” he said instead. “I want this to last all night, but we don’t have the time, so take me deeper, wife. Make me come.”
She nodded, increasing both her speed and the pressure on his abs. Her nails dug in deep, but what made this moment perfect was her expression. She held his gaze the entire time, refusing to break their eye contact as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him harder. Her tongue danced around his swollen head, tasting him like he was her greatest obsession. It was the most intense experience he’d had with a woman, and those three damn words threatened to escape his lips again. It was the first time in centuries he’d felt alive, and not because of her skill, but because she looked at him as if he was who she’d been waiting for.
“I’m going to come, little witch.” His grip tightened in her hair. “Make me proud and show me how much you love my cum down your throat. I want you to swallow every drop like a good girl. I know this perfect little mouth can handle it.”
Belladonna nodded, her eyes eager, and one of her hands dragged down his abs to grasp his shaft. She pumped him hard as she took him to the back of her throat, and Vlad lost all control. He shouted as he came, shooting his release inthick pulses as she swallowed, and the sight of her drinking him down made it last endlessly until he thought he would pass out.
“Holy shit, you are perfect.” He grabbed her by the arms and hoisted her to her feet, wrapping her in a powerful embrace as he kissed her deeply. He could smell her excitement, and his chest puffed up with pride knowing that pleasuring him turned her on.
“Do you feel more relaxed?” Belladonna asked as she deepened the kiss.
“Immensely, thank you. But now that I know how well you swallow me, I’ll want you on your knees all the time.”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned into his mouth, and Vlad was seconds away from throwing the food off the table and replacing it with her bare body when footsteps approached.
“Shit.” He tightened his hold on her. “We’ll have to revisit this later. Zip me up.”
Belladonna obliged him, kissing him slowly as she fixed his suit, and by the time Bartholomew entered the dining room, they looked innocent and presentable, simply a couple sharing a sweet embrace.
“Sir. Ma’am,” Bartholomew said. “Rowena is here.”
Belladonna blushed sweetly, and Vlad obsessed over how this woman was pure sin one minute and an angel the next. He loved how she could be absolutely filthy, literally pushing him against the table so she could have her way with him, yet she was also excited about dinner with her family, Halloween decorations, candy, and cats. She was sweet, intelligent, and ungodly sexy, and he longed to say those three words so badly that his chest hurt.
“Um…” Belladonna darted to where he kept the liquor. “You can let my parents in. Dinner is almost ready.” She smiled at Bartholomew as she poured herself a shot and knocked it back. Vlad had to agree with her need for liquid courage until she swished the alcohol around her mouth. Their gazes met, and she burst into laughter as she swallowed, pouring more whiskey into the glass before rejoining him.
“Can’t kiss my mother with that mouth,” she said with a shrug as she handed him the shot, and Vlad threw hishead back in a deep laugh. Lord, how he wanted to confess those three damned words now.
A masculine voice cleared his throat, and Vlad turned to find Bartholomew leading Rowena and her husband Magnus into the dining room. Belladonna’s parents gawked at him, clearly shocked to hear the angel of death laughing, and when their eyes dipped to where his tattooed hand rested on his wife’s back, their gawking increased. Belladonna was standing with her chest pressed against his, smiling at his laughter as she offered him the whiskey. The moment was honest, their happiness too genuine to be staged, and it was obviously not the scene Rowena had been expecting.
“Mom! Dad!” Belladonna shrieked, racing for her parents, and the sight of her throwing herself into Rowena’s arms reminded Vlad how young his wife was. She looked so sweet and youthful as the coven leader held her close, and he was sick of how often he felt like an asshole. He shouldn’t have imprisoned her in this home without outside contact.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Belladonna said, and Vlad downed the whiskey before joining them, thankful his wife had the foresight to both relax him and give him courage. He realized their interaction was more than just relaxation as he stepped beside her and met his enemy’s gaze. Even though she’d been on her knees and sexy as hell, it had been an incredibly intimate and profound moment for him, and those three words lingered ever-present in his subconscious. It made hating Rowena difficult when her daughter had wormed her way beneath his tattooed skin.
“Rowena. Magnus.” Vlad extended his inked hand to his in-laws, and the couple stiffly accepted his greeting. “I realize tomorrow is Halloween, so thank you for taking the time to join Belladonna and me for dinner.”
“Thanks for inviting us,” Rowena said uncomfortably. “Your home is lovely. The decorations are perfect. I didn’t expect you to celebrate so enthusiastically.”
