Page 21 of Bound in Promise
“She’s not yours!” he hollers, allowing that foolhardy temper to show. “She’ll come back to me in the end.” Victoria scoffs, and that only sets him off more. “You think you’re gonna want to stay with him? Even when his dick shrivels up and falls off?”
“I’d still fuck myself with it,” Victoria needles back. My glorious little brat. “It’d still fuck better than you.” Liam roars in response and I feel Victoria tense. “You move again and I’ll shoot you.”
She will.
I know my girl.
“You won’t do shit, Vee,” Liam returns with a grunt, and I hear the unmistakable sounds of fabric sliding across the floor. He’s on the move. “Let me show you what a real man can do—” A shot rings out, and I can’t help my own slight start at the volume of the gun and Liam’s bitchy little scream.
Fuck, she hit him?
“You’re gonna die!” he shrieks, although whether in fear or pain, I’m not sure. “I’m going to kill you, Victoria.”
I glimpse back to gauge the damage for myself, and spot Liam clutching a hand over his bicep. I raise a brow. “Damn…that looks like it hurts.”
Liam glowers at me. “You think I’m done with you? You’re dead.”
I look down at the blood soaking through his jeans. “I don’t know…but if we leave you a little longer, you might be. That’s what I’m leaning toward.”
Victoria cups the side of my face and brings me back to face her. Her pupils are blown, nearly swallowing the sparkling blue of her irises, and her eyes are glossed with tears. “I shot him.”
I reach up for her hand and squeeze it proudly. “I know, princess. I’m impressed.”
She lets out a broken chuckle. “I…no, I…I shot him before.”
My cock hardens at the realization that she fought back. That she didn’t just surrender to whatever was going to happen. That my wife is a fucking warrior, trying to get herself back home and not waiting to be rescued.
“You shot him?” I repeat, needing to hear it again, wanting every detail.
“He tried…” her voice trails off in a soft whimper as she ducks her face into my shoulder, hiding from me.
Yep, he’s fucking dead.
Liam put his hands on her, and now I’m doing more than that, but she’s still here. Letting me claim her in the most primal, brutal way I can. And she wants it.
She wants me.
Without thinking, I lay a soft kiss on the side of her head and she lifts her face to look at me again. “Did he?—”
Victoria immediately shakes her head, and the relief that floods through my veins weakens my knees. “He’s never going to touch you again, princess. I promise you. I promise with everything?—”
She shakes her head again. “He’s never going to hurt me when I’m with you.”
My body drives forward on its own, pounding impossibly harder to assure her of that fact. “That’s right, princess. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
“I won’t?—”
My mouth crashes into hers for one brief and swift second, even though I’ve been dying to kiss her properly. But I need to focus.
“I need you to come, princess. I need to get you somewhere warm and safe so I can take care of you. Then I need you back in my fucking bed so we can do this all over again. You’re going to come so many times on my cock, wife, you’ll lose count. I’ve been a wreck without you.”
She gives me a weak smile and nods before my hand splays over her pussy and I tap her clit with my finger.
“Eyes on him,” I order. I don’t want any surprises. “And just be thankful that you’re done with his ass.”
Liam spits out more shit, but I’m too busy studying Victoria’s face and memorizing every expression she makes while I fuck her deep and fast.
“You’re so strong, princess,” I praise, rubbing the pad of my thumb in firm circles over her sensitive nub. “I’m so proud to call you my wife.”
