Unholy Vows

by Ciar Cullen

  “That is not quite what a lady craves to hear, sir.”

  Simon did not speak but moved to the bed. Gwyneth moved slowly towards him and he pulled her down next to him, then rolled her onto her back and fell onto her with a force that took her breath away. His kiss erased all thought, the taste of wine and the smell of leather and the feel of his skin and hands sending her into oblivion.

  Simon pinned her arms over her head and whispered into her ear. “Gwyneth, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me, alone. I have been waiting to hear you say it for these eight years. In my dreams, in my waking dreams.”

  Gwyneth arched her body towards his, every inch of her screaming for his warm skin, the pressure of his manhood, his hot wet kisses.

  “No, my dear, I will not touch you until you tell me.”

  “Simon, I have wanted you these eight years, since you were but a youth. You are perfection.”

  He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled as he ran his hand along one breast and tweaked a nipple teasingly. Gwyneth squirmed, looking from his incredible face to his incredible manhood.

  He again pinched one nipple and then the other playfully, and then pulled away. She arched again towards his hand and reached to touch his huge member, now swollen fully and glistening with moisture.

  “Tell me more, Gwyneth, beg me.” He narrowed his eyes to deep emerald slits and bit on his lip. Pushing his sex against her leg, he leaned in and suckled on her breasts slowly and thoroughly.

  Gwyneth cried out and reached for him. “Tell me,” he mumbled as he went back to her hard, dark nipples. Waves of heat pounded through her body and she thought she might come undone from his mouth alone.

  “I used to pretend it was you, Simon. That is how I survived my marriage. I would watch you train and ride and…oooh…” She broke off in a moan as he brought his hand down on her wet mound. He pushed his fingers into her folds and she cried his name. He began a constant rhythm of fingers in and out, his thumb circling her sensitive peak. Gwyneth was gone, lost floating in a sea of sensations more intense than any she had ever known.

  Because it was Simon.

  She opened her eyes suddenly and pushed his hand away and held his face with both hands.

  “This cannot be happening. I am dreaming. You will take me one night and then toss me out like the remnants of an old meal for the swine to devour. And I will die.”

  “Aye, Raven, it is a dream for me as well. When we wake, you will once again be the mistress of Carnoor. But this time,” he bit at her neck more harshly than she would have thought she could endure, “you will marry the right brother.” He grinned again and Gwyneth cried openly.

  As he kissed her neck where he had before bitten, she heard his low voice. It sounded as if it came from miles away.

  “I have loved you, woman, since the day you rode to Carnoor, since I was sixteen. I have never loved another. And I never will.”

  Gwyneth’s heart broke with overwhelming joy. Simon kissed her tears away and fell onto her mouth. When she forgot her tears, lost in his hot lips and tongue, he spoke again.

  “I need to hear it again, Raven.” He moved down the bed and flicked his tongue on her velvet folds. Electricity circled her body and flowed to her core and a wave of pleasure threatened to drown her at that one lick. “Tell me again that you want me. Do not lie to me.” He licked again and again and she grabbed his silken hair and pulled his head in closer.

  “Simon, I am your slave. And by God, you will be mine.”

  She pulled away and pushed him back on the bed.

  Simon cried out as Gwyneth captured his painfully swollen member in her mouth, pressing hard on the smooth, soaked head with her lips and rubbing the length with both hands.

  “My Lord, you are endowed beyond my wildest dreams. Indeed, you are matched only by one other in my experience…one of the Grey Cloaks.”

  She glanced at his face and he moaned and touched his hand to himself, rubbing his thumb over the tip and arching with need.

  “Oh, do not stop, I am begging you, Raven. Give me what you gave the good brother.”

  And she did. And he fell apart as she rubbed the length of his huge dark shaft while she sucked and glided her tongue into the wet crease at the tip. Simon shook and clutched at Gwyneth’s long hair. When he shuddered, close to his release, she moved her hand to the crease between his muscled buttocks and pressed a finger into the edge of his sensitive opening, twisting gently while she massaged his sack and continued sucking.

  Simon called out to God as his seed pulsed into her mouth. She sucked and drank while he shook in pleasure. Simon pulled her onto his chest and rocked back and forth, squeezing her tightly. He finally opened his eyes and looked into hers. “I am sorry, woman. It seems I have the fortitude of a boy in your company.” She grinned and kissed him, pinching his nipples playfully. He shuddered and laughed and kissed her gently.

  “I can taste my seed in your mouth.” He reached down the length of her body and pressed his fingers against her folds, covering his hand with her juices. “Aye, I think I would like a good taste myself now.”

  “No, Simon, there is something more urgent. I am empty without you.”

  “We have all the time in creation, woman.”

  “I do not. I need you now!”

  And when she pushed him back this time, she straddled his body and rubbed her mound on his growing erection, until he was swollen again and groaning in pleasure. Gwyneth lowered herself onto him and cried out as he filled her.

  “Lord, you are so large, I fear too large a beast for me to ride.” She grinned and he reached up to pinch her nipples and pull them down to his mouth.

  “Ah, woman, let up. We will have this my way.” He pulled out of her, leaving her empty, frantic to feel him inside again. Simon lifted her from the bed and carried her to the fur rug spread before the fire, where he pushed her to the floor and onto all fours.

  “Hold on to that chair, my love.” Gwyneth looked back over her shoulder as she clutched at the legs of his heavy chair and saw near madness etched across his face.

  Simon pushed into her so hard, so completely, that she screamed out.

  “Now, woman, touch yourself with one hand.”

  “Yes, sirrah.” She circled her fingers on her nub and he pounded into her with fierce thrusts. He squeezed her nipples from behind and moaned as she repeated his name. He pushed and pushed, slowly, then quickly, against one side and against the other. He pulled the tip slowly out and Gwyneth tried to capture it by squeezing tightly, only to be rewarded by another teasing thrust.

  “Simon, I cannot take more. I will die.” He laughed and squeezed harder on her nipples, continuing to tease and work his magic inside of her.

  “Eight years I’ve waited. What torture…” He moaned loudly as his world fell away and the seed poured from him. Clutching her tightly to his chest, he whispered in her ear, “Tell me now, Raven. Will you be my wife?”

  “Aye, master. In my heart, I always have been.”

  Simon carried her to bed and held her tightly, whispering endearments and rubbing her back and touching her face. She returned his caresses in wonder.

  They spoke through the night of eight years of unfulfilled desire. And when their kisses and secret desires aroused them again, they satisfied one another as a betrothed couple in love. Nothing would tear them apart.

  They watched the morning light slice through an opening in the heavy curtains and Simon sighed. “Raven, tell me who killed my brother.”

  Gwyneth squeezed her eyes shut and pain flooded her soul. He would reject her if she kept this secret.

  Chapter Seven

  Shawn ran his hand through his hair and tried not to stare at Jennifer’s breasts as she leaned over to pick up her napkin. Don’t let her know you want her so badly you could scream. Drag this torture out as long as possible. Don’t screw up. Say something intelligent, for crissake.

  Jennifer took a final sip of wine. “How about some dessert? Sha
re a slice of cheesecake?” She smiled and Shawn brushed his hair back again.

  “Sure.” He signaled to the waiter and gave the order. How can I make this night go on forever? What could I possibly do to stop time?

  “You know, Shawn, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. I don’t date much anymore.”

  Shawn nearly choked on his wine. He coughed and held his napkin over his mouth.

  “Are you okay?” Jennifer looked concerned.

  “Went down the wrong way.” Very suave, asshole.

  “Hey, and I’m two-hundred dollars richer! I told you that machine was a winner. Great dinner.” She looked down at the cheesecake as the waiter put in on the table. “Good company. Best date in a long time.”

  “Uh-huh. Um…” Oh no, here you go again. Reduced to a teenager. What the hell is wrong with you?

  “How far did you get in the book? Not your thing, I’m sure.”

  “Actually, I’m pretty far into it. Enjoying it. Immensely.” He laughed and shook his head.

  Jennifer looked at him quizzically. “What are you enjoying about it, Shawn?”

  “I got as far as the part where she…what’s her name…finds out he’s the guy she fucked. Sorry, that slipped out.”

  “I’ve never heard you talk like that.”

  “Hey, you wrote it.”

  They locked gazes and he put down his fork with a clank.

  “I give up. You have to help me here, Jen.”

  “What’s wrong? I thought we were having fun?”

  “I’m having too much fun.” He looked away, examining a nondescript painting on a far wall, taking in nothing.

  “Shawn.”

  He turned back to her and pushed on his hair. “I’m not a kid anymore, Jen. Don’t try to screw with my head. The book, that come hither bit with the towel…what’s going on here? If you were anyone else, it wouldn’t be an issue.”

  “But it’s an issue because…?”

  “You’re my sister-in-law!”

  “Ex. Does that bother you? I mean, Frank? Maybe the age difference between us?”

  “I don’t care about that! I don’t know how to hit on you. Or if you want me to. Jesus, this is torture.”

  “Shawn. Stop.” Jennifer put her hand on his and he forced himself not to jump. When she didn’t move, he grabbed her hand, and rubbed her fingers, lacing them in his. He closed his eyes, savoring their first real touch. How could holding her hand make him feel this way?

  Because you’ve been in love with her your whole adult life.

  “Shawn, look at me. Please.” He opened his eyes. She was smiling.

  “Is this a date, Jen?” He looked away again, hoping the casino restaurant, all of Atlantic City, would swallow him whole for sounding like a dork.

  “If you want it to be. I want it to be. I’ve wanted it to be for a long time.”

  Shawn looked at her carefully. Her smile extended to her exquisite deep brown eyes. She positively beamed.

  “Oh my God, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “You are very slow, Shawn. And I love that about you.” Jennifer put her napkin on the table and folded her hands. “Now, tell me what you don’t like about the book so far.”

  “Not enough sex.”

  “Not enough sex is a bad thing. I’ll have to fix that.”

  “Need any help?” He sighed and finally let himself look at her amazing body, let his eyes fall on her full breasts, her hard nipples showing through the thin bra and top, her lips curving up. “Jesus, you’re beautiful. Fucking amazing.”

  “What kind of sex would you recommend I add? Anything in particular? Something you’d especially like reading about? I’m all ears.” She ran her tongue along her teeth slowly and recrossed her legs in a way that should have been illegal. Shawn was hard in an instant.

  This can’t be happening. “Let me think. Another wall scene.”

  “Wall scene?”

  “Yeah, where she bends over the wall at the monastery and shows him her wet pussy and acts like a complete whore and he’s huge and fucks the living daylights out of her. I liked that part. A lot. As a matter of fact, I liked it so much…” Jen’s eyes grew wide. “God, was that out loud?”

  “Uh-huh. You liked it so much…continue…”

  “I liked it so much I jerked off, okay? Satisfied?”

  “Not yet. Any other part catch your fancy?” Jennifer ran her hand up his arm and played with his bicep with her fingertips.

  “I liked it when he had her hang onto a chair while he pounded her from behind.” He laughed nervously. “I guess that’s two from behind scenes, huh?”

  “Is that your favorite position, Shawn? Any others?” She shifted her weight and Shawn wondered if she was getting hot and wet. He was in agony.

  “All of them.” He laughed. “I like sex, what guy doesn’t? I just don’t get enough of it.”

  “How the hell can a guy who looks like you have trouble getting women to sleep with him? That’s not possible. You’re fishing for compliments.”

  Shawn’s heart raced. “What do I look like, Jen? Yeah, I’m fishing, I know.”

  “You’re a male centerfold, and you know it. There isn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t want to get her hands on you.”

  “I do okay, but there’s a problem.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not interested in every woman alive. I’m interested in one.”

  Jennifer smiled and pulled her chair close to his. And in the middle of a crowded restaurant, full of middle-aged low-rollers, she brushed his lips with hers, and leaned back in for a harder kiss, pushing her tongue between his lips as if she were tasting dessert. Shawn was ready to kiss back when she broke off the kiss. When he was finally able to open his eyes, Jen was standing, pulling her purse onto her shoulder.

  “Take me home, big boy.”

  Shawn knew he wore a goofy grin that wouldn’t disappear, no matter how hard he tried.

  Shawn shook his head in self-loathing and peeked up at Dana.

  “You did what!” Dana flopped onto the couch and rubbed her temples. “You shook her hand?”

  “For crissake, keep your voice down. It’s bad enough as it is.”

  “Let’s back up here, bro. The woman of your dreams tells you that you’re on a date, that she’s having a great time. Right so far? She talks about sex, tells you that you’re hot, kisses you, and tells you to bring her home. And so, instead of going to her room, you shake her hand and part ways. Have I basically got it right?”

  “Shoot me now, okay? I’m tempted to drive back to the University tonight so I don’t have to face her. Look, you don’t understand, and you’re my sister, it’s a little hard to explain.”

  “Try me anyway.”

  Shawn sighed and pushed his hand through his hair impatiently. “I’ve been reading that stupid book of hers…”

  “You’re an idiot. That stuff is fantasy, Shawn. She doesn’t expect a porn star. She wants you. She’s practically written it out for you, don’t you get it? The younger brother-in-law she’s wanted for years? God, what a moron.”

  “But, I’m not him. I’m not the Master of wherever, Mr. Lord of the Manor, whoring my way through the world, throwing gorgeous women over my shoulder, with a cock the size of a telephone pole.”

  “Thank God.”

  Shawn groaned at Jennifer’s voice and covered his face with his hands.

  Dana shook her head and looked at her friend. “Shit, Jen, cut him a break. It wasn’t right to eavesdrop.”

  “I was getting some herbal tea. And it’s my house!” She ran her fingers through her long, dark hair and glanced at Shawn.

  Their eyes met and she smiled briefly. Shawn’s heart raced. It’s over. You’ll never know if you had a shot. Deal with it.

  “You know, Shawn, it was a good handshake. As a matter of fact, I haven’t felt a handshake quite like that before. If you ever want to go out again, let me know. Anytime.” She winked and walked towards the kitchen.


  “Now.”

  Dana jumped at his harsh tone and Jennifer turned around quickly.

  “Excuse me?” She arched a brow and looked at Dana for help.

  “Now. You said anytime.” Shawn pointed at her. His heart beat wildly in anger and fear.

  “Where are we going to go this time of night?” Jennifer laughed nervously. “LBI shuts down…”

  “Goodnight, Dana. See you in the morning.” Shawn nodded to his sister and she scurried up the stairs with a snicker. “We’re not going anywhere, and you know it. Time to put up or shut up. Jen, which is it going to be?”

  “Go to hell, Shawn, this isn’t prom night.”

  “You go to hell. You’re a tease, and not the good kind. I’m not some guy you just met in a bar, for crissake. You’re enjoying watching me squirm, aren’t you? Some way to treat a friend. What’s up with you, anyway? If you wanted me, you could have said something, without writing a whole damned book about it. What’s it going to be? Because I’ll be damned if I’ll let you play me like this. I’ve loved you for too long…” He froze. How was it possible that the tongue-tied dork had finally managed to speak? And when he finally did… Oh no. Oh, God help me, no.

  “You’ve what?” she whispered. She closed her eyes and held onto the table for support. “Say that again.”

  “Shut up. I’m not feeding your ego anymore—is that what this is about? Got to prove you still have it, so you flirt with someone you know has had it bad for you half his life? No way, find another sucker.” Shawn drained his beer and walked by her without a glance, taking the stairs two at a time to his room. Jennifer was behind him in a flash and followed him into his room, shutting the door behind her.

  “I’m sorry, Shawn. I didn’t know how else to try to get your interest, to…let you know that I…”

  Shawn stared at her, fury still etched across his face. His eyes flashed and he pushed away the thick dark hair as it fell into his eyes.

  He sat on the bed and watched as Jen reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pack of matches. She lit every candle in the room, at least a dozen, and threw open the window so that the salty night breeze blew the curtains and made the candles flicker. She turned the light off and turned to Shawn.