Page 50 of Vance

Tears of frustration leak from the corners of her eyes as she writhes beneath me, completely at my mercy. I’ll let her come eventually, but not until I’m certain she’s learned her lesson.

Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I lap at her clit with slow, devastating strokes that have her sobbing around the panties. I lick and suck at the sweet pink flesh between her thighs, pulling back and denying her each time she gets close. She screams around the gag, the sound muffled and furious, and I smile against her inner thigh. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not until you talk.”

I lower my mouth again, my tongue finding her clit with merciless precision, as I position my fingers at her entrance. Thrusting them into her shallowly, I give her just enough to make her feel the stretch and the fullness—everything I know she’s dying for that I’m not giving her. My fingers and tongue work in tandem, providing too little satisfaction, not nearly enough to push her over the edge.

Tears of frustration and need stream down her face, her desperation almost unbearable. She needs to come. She’s dying to come, and she would do anything for me to give her what she needs.

When I pull away from her completely, leaving her empty and without the warmth of my mouth, she makes a sound around the panties that’s pure anguish. She sobs, her body jerking futilely against her restraints. I wait patiently until she stills, her beautiful blue eyes finding mine to let me see the defeat in them.

Hovering over her, I pull the panties from her mouth and leave them dangling from my fingers. “Are you ready to talk?” I ask softly. “Or do you need another hour of my tongue teasing your clit? Because I have all fucking day, Sophia. I’ll happily lick this pussy until you break.”

“You,” she blurts, her voice raw and broken. “You. You’re the problem.”

I blink, caught off guard. “And what did I do now, sweetheart?”

“Not what…” She turns away, her throat working on a swallow as her tears spill over, tracking down her temples into her hair. “Who. If you’re going to keep fucking half the city, just tell me. Don’t make me watch.” She draws a shaky breath. “If this is going to continue, maybe we need to make some adjustments.

“Adjustments?” I scoff, my voice rising with disbelief and anger. “There are no adjustments, Sophia. There is the arrangement. The one you agreed to.”

She laughs, the sound tear-filled and bitter. “The arrangement. Right. Where I pretend not to notice your assistant bending over with her pussy in the air for you. The one where I pretend to be your dutiful little wife, while you fuck your way around Chicago.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I shake my head, leaning down until my face inches from hers. My hands framing her jaw, I force her to look at me. “Is that what this is about? You think I’m fucking Melanie?”

“Yes,” she manages as her voice cracks with emotion.

I stare at her, letting out a heavy sigh. “Have I fucked her? Yes.” The admission costs me nothing because it’s the truth, and I’ve never been afraid of the truth. “Am I still fucking her? No.”

Sophia’s eyes widen, shock and hurt warring in their depths. She tries to turn away, but I hold her still. My fingers trace her jaw before wrapping firmly around her throat in a possessive collar of flesh and bone that says mine more clearly than any words could.

“Roman’s will negates everything for infidelity,” I share harshly. “I’m not going to risk my family’s entire fortune for a piece of pussy I don’t even want.”

She spits, her eyes narrowing with disbelief. “You’re lying. The way she⁠—”

“Even if a contract wasn’t keeping me from fucking every woman I meet or who I had in my bed before you,” I interrupt with a low, intimate rumble that vibrates between us, “I still have a real fucking problem.”

She stills beneath me, her breath catching as her chest heaves. “And what is that?” she asks on a choked whisper.

“I only want to fuck my wife,” I confess. My forehead drops to hers as my exhale mingles with her gasp for a second before my lips crash against hers. Our tongues tangling together, I pour every ounce of frustration, possessiveness, and vulnerability into the kiss. She melts for me, and for one suspended moment, there’s no argument, arrangement, or carefully constructed boundaries. There is just the two of us, clinging to something neither of us knows how to name.

With my lips still on hers, I reach down with my free hand and undo my belt. I release myself from the confines of my pants, my cock hard and aching from the hour of edging her and the sheer need to claim her. I position myself at her entrance and drive into her in one swift, brutal thrust. She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper as I fill her.

I drive into her again and again, my cock hard and hungry, desperate for the release I’ve been denying us both. Plundering her mouth, my tongue tangles with hers as I grip her hips, pulling her closer so I can fuck her deeper. For one dizzying moment, the boundaries between us disappear, until I can no longer tell where I end and she begins.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand against her lips.

“You,” she cries out, her head thrown back and body arching into mine with the force of every orgasm I denied crashing through her at once. “You, Daddy. Only you.”

Her words and the tight squeeze of her pussy send me over the edge, and I spill inside her, bonding us in the most primitive way. The aftershocks of her orgasm quiver around me in rhythmic pulses that milk every drop of cum from me.

“And I’m yours, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips, the words leaving me before I can stop them. “Never forget that.”

I slowly pull back, my gaze locking with hers. Her eyes are soft and dazed, and her lips are swollen from my kisses. There’s a mark just below the crook of her neck, a dark, purple bruise forming where I sucked on her skin. As I stare down at her, I tuck my cock into my pants and fasten my belt.

Reaching over her, I untie the knot binding her to the desk, easing the fabric away to find faint red marks around her wrists from where she fought against the restraints. My thumbs work gently over the tender skin, massaging away the pressure marks before placing a lingering kiss to each of them.

After helping her into her panties and smoothing her dress back down her legs, I draw her into my lap. She settles against me, nuzzling her warm body into mine.

“I’ll talk to her.” My voice is rough, unpracticed with this kind of softness. “Melanie. I can’t fire her, but… I can move her to one of my brothers.”