Page 51 of Bound in Debt
And since when have I ever done shit the right way? I fucked a married woman for over a year without knowing it, and even when I found out about her husband, I still wanted her cunt like it was the air I breathed.
“This information is essential. I need to know whether we need to change gears. Come on, princess.” I gently lift her chin, bringing her face closer to mine. I can feel her breath stutter across her pink lips. “This doesn’t have to be hard. I’m only trying to keep you safe.”
Victoria’s sparkling blue eyes stare into mine. “I don’t trust you.”
“You’d be stupid if you did,” I state honestly. “I’ve done nothing to earn it.”
“Then what makes you think I should bet my entire life on you? You’re a murderer.”
“You never asked why I killed?—”
“I don’t care,” she forces out, her jaw clenching underneath my touch. “I think I might have a better chance with Liam than I do you.”
That’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard. We both know Liam will fuck her over before they even finish exchanging rings. But Victoria needs to unleash her fury on someone, make them bleed, and I’m a ready target. It’s not like she has a chance in hell of getting through to her mother and talking to Liam will only earn her more lies. She’s furious and trapped with no way to claim the freedom she’s desperate for.
Unable to help myself, I drag my thumb across her bottom lip. She’s too tempting and I am greedy for every touch I can steal before she makes the biggest decision of her life.
If she runs from me and does the unthinkable—if she marries my nephew—I can guarantee Victoria will live to regret it.
If she marries me, she’ll have to get pregnant. The sooner the better.
But only if I’m unable to take Angelo off the board entirely.
“Why don’t you try me first, princess, before you decide to exchange me for the lesser model?”
“What does that mean—” I drop my hand, giving my mouth full access to her lips before I softly wrap my fingers around her throat.
Victoria does exactly what I want, what I demand. Her body relaxes as I lick across her lips, coaxing them wider to receive me.
She tastes candy sweet but with the underlying bitterness of tea and, while I hate the shit, I’m instantly addicted when she brushes her tongue against mine. A groan rumbles from my chest as I squeeze her closer, wanting more of her intoxicating taste. I plan to show Victoria every single thing I can do to drive her fucking wild for me.
And only me.
But what we’re already planning is complicated enough without adding sex. Without me knowing exactly what her cunt feels like as she comes around my cock.
Still, I need to know whether Liam’s name has been added to anything legal and this is the best way I know to get the answers I need. I have to know what the hell we’re doing if I’m going to make sure we both survive.
“I guess it doesn’t matter,” I mutter into the corner of her mouth before I begin peppering soft kisses across her jaw and down the column of her neck. “If his name is on the paperwork, you won’t have a choice.”
“He’s not,” she breathes in a sexy little whimper that shoots right to my cock. I have no problem using every weapon in my arsenal to make this woman see eye to eye with me, but I’d like the woman’s respect first. Without it, we’re not a team. I have to be able to count on her cooperation, hopefully with less bratty bullshit going forward.
I stroke her hips, gently kneading the swell of her ass as a reward for her answer. Gradually, I lighten my kisses and lift my head away.
I got the information I wanted.
I don’t need anything else, even if it’s right there for the taking.
“Are you sticking with me, princess?” I ask, towering over her again to look into those haunting crystal eyes. “I’m going to try to do this as easily as possible.”
“I don’t know how,” she whispers, a frown forming on lips I’ve just devoured. “We’re still short two million dollars.”
“I’ll figure it out,” I assure her. “I just need you to marry me. We’ll find a way past the pregnancy requirement, I promise.”
Victoria stares at me for another long second before giving me a curt nod.
“That’s a good girl.” I kiss her forehead for the hell of it before I give her hip a little tap. “Go home. You have class in the morning, and I know your professor expects punctuality.” I smirk at the sound of her disbelieving snort. “I have a meeting with Lombardi tomorrow evening. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
Victoria slips out of my arms and, without a backwards glance, she walks to her car and drives away.
