Chapter 189 190

Chapter 189 190
Her back bends as she cries out. I curl my fingers forward, seeking that spot inside her that makes her crumble. When I find it, her entire body convulses.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her flesh. “Come for me. Let everyone hear who’s making you scream.”

Her thighs clamp around my head as she comes undone. I work her through it, relentless, until she’s pulling at my hair, oversensitive and gasping.

Then I rise and replace my mouth with my hand. I continue to stroke her as I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss. She tastes herself on my tongue, moaning into me as I press a third finger inside her.

“Now, you,” she demands, reaching for my cock.

I swat her hand away. “Not yet. I’m not done playing.”

I lift her from the rail and turn her to face the view. The drop beneath us is dizzying, the resort lights twinkling like earthbound stars. I press her forward until she’s bent over the rail, ass in the air, completely exposed.

“Look at you,” I growl, running my hand down her spine to the curve of her ass. “The mighty Rowan Akopov, bent over like a slut. What would our board of directors think if they could see you now?”

She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “They’d think I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

I smack her ass hard enough to leave an immediate red handprint. “Lucky? To be fucked by a monster?”

“By my monster,” she corrects. “The only one who knows what I really need.”

I reach around to stroke her clit again. My other hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly, teasingly, letting her feel it brush against her entrance without pushing in.

“You want this?” I ask. “You want to be split open on my cock while the whole fucking world could be watching?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “Please, Vince.”

I withdraw my hand from her clit, bringing my fingers to her mouth. “Suck,” I order. “Get them nice and wet.”

She takes my fingers eagerly, tongue swirling around them, coating them with saliva. When I pull them out, they’re glistening. I trace a path down her spine, between her cheeks, until I find her puckered back entrance.

“Here, too?”

Her breath hitches. “Yes. Everywhere. All of me belongs to you.”

I press one finger inside her ass, slowly, carefully, even as my other hand guides my cock to her core. The double penetration makes her gasp, body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the intrusion.

“That’s it,” I praise, working my finger deeper as I inch my cock inside her. “Take all of me.”

When I’m fully seated, buried to the hilt in her pussy with my finger firmly inside her ass, I pause. The feeling is exquisite—her tight heat around my cock, the clutch of her body around my finger. I lean forward, my chest against her back, and wrap one hand around her throat again.

I feel her pussy tightening around me, her lust spiking with the controlled lack of oxygen. I know exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly how long to hold—we’ve done this dance many times before.

It never, ever gets old.

I release her throat. She desperately gulps in air as I pick up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with her moans and my grunts. I add a second finger alongside the first in her ass, stretching her, preparing her.

“You take me so well,” I praise, kissing her shoulder. “My perfect fucking whore. My beautiful queen. My everything.”

Her head drops forward as she pushes back against me. “More,” she whimpers. “Harder.”

I withdraw completely so I can spin her around to face me. In one smooth motion, I lift her, impaling her on my cock again as I press her back against the wall next to the balcony door.

“Look at me,” I command, one hand returning to her throat. “I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock.”

She meets my gaze, her eyes hazy with pleasure and the beginnings of oxygen deprivation. My grip tightens again as I thrust upward, changing the angle to hit that spot inside her that makes her see God.

“That’s it,” I growl as her walls begin to pulse around me. “Come for me, Rowan. Show me what only I can give you.”

The pressure on her throat increases for a moment before I release completely, allowing blood to rush back just as her orgasm crashes through her. The combination sends her into a frenzy, nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Vince!” she screams. “Oh, God, Vince!”

Her pussy grips me like a vise, pulsating around my length, pulling me deeper. I lose myself in her, in the sensation, in the knowledge that this woman is mine.

I carry her to the bed inside, still buried inside her, unwilling to break our connection. Then I drop her to the mattress.

“On your knees,” I order hoarsely. “Ass up.”

She complies immediately, positioning herself with her face pressed into the mattress and her ass raised high. I kneel behind her and run my cock through her soaked folds before positioning it at her back entrance.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” she moans, pushing back against me. “Please, Vince. I need you everywhere.”

I press forward slowly, watching as her body accepts my intrusion. The tight heat of her ass around my cock is almost unbearable, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. When I’m fully seated, I pause, allowing her to adjust.

“Fuck,” I groan, leaning over to kiss her spine. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I begin to move, shallow thrusts at first, one hand continuing to work her clit while the other grips her hip for leverage. As her moans increase in volume, I pick up the pace, fucking her ass with the same intensity I’d shown her pussy minutes before.

“Touch yourself,” I command again. “I want to feel you come while I’m in your ass.”

She reaches between her legs as I continue pounding into her. She’s making sounds I’ve never heard before, but fuck if they aren’t as perfect as all the ones I’ve spent years memorizing already.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Come for me again. Show me how much you love taking my cock in your ass.”

Her third orgasm of the night hits hard, her entire body convulsing as she screams into the mattress. The spasming around my cock pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion, emptying myself inside her with a roar.

It feels like I give her my soul as I come.

When there’s nothing left to give, I collapse beside her. Her body is slick with sweat, her hair a tangled mess, her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “That was…”

“I know.” I kiss to her temple, gentler now that the storm has passed. My hand drifts to her stomach, a gesture that’s become a habit over the years. “I love you, Rowan. More than I ever thought possible.”

She turns in my arms to face me. “I love you, too, Vincent. All of you. I always have.”

We lie in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow, in the miracle of us—two broken people who somehow fit together perfectly.

When we get our wind back, we fuck again, slower and softer this time. We lose ourselves in each other, happily, gratefully.

Eventually, dawn comes to spoil the party. It breaks through the windows, painting Rowan’s naked body in gold and crimson.

Blood and sunlight. The perfect metaphor for the life we’ve built.

I trace the scar on her abdomen from Arkasha’s birth—a permanent reminder of how close I came to losing everything. My hand drifts higher, feeling her heartbeat beneath my palm. Strong. Unbreakable. Just like her.

“Remember when all we had were filthy lies?” I murmur against her hair. “That you were just my assistant. I was just your boss. We were just fucking. That it all meant nothing.”

She turns in my arms. “And now?”

“Now, we have filthy truths.” My voice breaks slightly, a crack in the foundation I’d never allow anyone else but her to see. “I would do terrible things if it meant keeping you and our children safe. I still want to consume you, even after five years. You make me want to be better.”

Her fingers trace the silver in my beard, nails lightly scraping my skin. “I wouldn’t change a single lie that brought us here.”

Outside, our empire glitters in the morning light—legitimate on paper, baptized in blood beneath. Inside, our children sleep peacefully, innocent and oblivious to the violence in their DNA.

This is our legacy. Not the money. Not the power. But this brutal, beautiful truth between us.

Some monsters deserve love.

Some lies become gospel.

Some promises, even the filthiest ones, are meant to be kept forever.

Ours is one of those.