Page 20 of Bound in Promise
The only begging that he’ll hear from me is me begging Dante to fuck me harder.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” I say, wrapping my arm around Dante’s waist. “All I want is for my husband to make me come so you finally realize that I’m not yours. I never will be.”
“Oh, you’ll definitely get to come,” Dante assures me, pausing in his efforts to pull my shirt lower to expose my breasts before covering my chest in kisses. “And then we’re getting out of here.”
Being in his arms, having him here, is more than I can describe with mere words. The hours I’ve spent with Liam have been harrowing and hopeless. Not knowing what might happen to me or just how far Liam might go was beyond awful, making this one day feel like the longest week of my life.
But now, with Dante surrounding me, filling me, everything is back to how it should be.
It’s safety and a strange, bone-deep comfort.
It’s home.
8
DANTE
I’m still debating what to do with my asshole nephew on the floor.
But Victoria’s tight little cunt is squeezing me, driving me into a delirious state of chaotic greed, and I shove that little problem to the side.
This is what I need right now.
Her face is marked with ugly bruises that I’ll take care of later. I can barely stand to look at her, not without losing my shit. I failed her, failed to keep her safe. The urge to pummel the motherfucker otherwise known as my nephew into dust for what he’s done is nearly overwhelming. I will find out what he did—exactly what he did—before I’m through with him.
I fucking hope my imagination is worse than the reality of what he put her through. I can imagine a hell of a lot of truly terrible scenarios, but I doubt Liam is capable of dreaming up, much less following through, on most of them. Yet her skin is marked by his hands.
And my girl, my wife, should’ve never had to endure what she’s been through in the last twenty-eight-odd hours.
I’m going to make things right.
As soon as I’m done giving her pleasure and reassuring myself that she still wants me. Can still take me like she did before. That she’s real and here and okay.
Okay.
I’m not okay.
The drive here was legit misery. I dipped and dodged through traffic, in a near panic that Victoria wouldn’t be here when I arrived. That Liam might have spotted the tail Enzo put on him and lost it before moving her, leaving me at loose ends trying to figure out his next move.
I wouldn’t have stopped until I found her. And now that I have, there are three dead bodies in the backyard that I don’t plan on cleaning up. I’ll do a sweep for doorbell cameras and security systems, but after that, we’re out of here. I’m just debating whether killing my brother’s only kid so that I don’t have to deal with him anymore is something I can live with.
Victoria moans as I stroke deeper inside her, and the sheer heaven of her pussy makes my balls clench. I can’t slow down. My pace quickens as my brain puzzles through everything that’s led to this moment. Processes the fact that she is here, I’m actually holding her, and I can smell the sweet scent of lavender rising from her warm skin.
“Fuck, nephew,” I taunt, giving into a petty desire to gloat. “You shouldn’t have fucked up. Just think, you could’ve had this.”
Victoria’s fingers lace through my hair and I’m not sure whether she wants me to stop taunting him or keep going. Either way, Liam deserves the humiliation.
“She won’t stick around,” Liam sneers. “Especially not with some old fuck like you.”
Maybe.
But this woman craves my cock nearly as much as I crave her cunt. It’s a maddening addiction. And fucking her in front of him is one way to stake my claim. If he didn’t get it the first fucking time—when I put a goddamn ring on it—he will now.
I made her my wife. She’s mine.
Clear as day and legal as all hell. The shit I have planned for my brother’s kid… I can’t do all that in front of Victoria. She has been traumatized enough by everything that’s gone down so far. I won’t add to it.
“But I’m the one in her pussy, Liam,” I bark back. “Not you.”
