Page 82 of Bound in Promise
“I was doing just fine.”
“You lived a boring life.”
“Does this mean…” She pauses, hesitating to ask the question I know she wants an answer to.
Am I staying?
“A week,” I reply, a true asshole through and through. “You might find some hot baguette boy that tickles your fancy.”
Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “A baguette boy?”
“I’m sure there are plenty of pretty French bastards willing to flirt and show you around.”
Victoria scoffs. “That’s like trading a Ferrari in for a Honda Civic. I’d rather have a tall, dark, and handsome man willing to rip my panties off and slam me up against a wall to have his way with me.”
The idea of anyone but me treating her so roughly sends visions of violence dancing through my mind. Even though she’s describing me.
“Make sure you wait until I’m gone, princess. I might kill him if I see him do anything like that.”
“So jealous considering you’re the one who wants to leave.”
I drive into her, punishing her for her taunting tone. “I never said that, princess. Keep up. I’d hold onto you forever if I thought that’s what you really wanted.”
“I’ve already told you,” she groans, lacing her fingers through my hair and taking every bit of my rough treatment without complaint. If anything, it’s making her even wetter. “I want you. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Then let’s live together for real. See how you like how anal and bossy I am.”
She quirks a brow. “We’re doing anal now?”
Fuck. Me.
I inhale harshly. She’s going to kill me.
An array of lascivious thoughts fills my brain, the images flashing in and out like lightning. My balls tighten, and I’m on the edge of spilling deep inside her, on the edge of claiming her forever.
“Do you want kids?” The question escapes my lips before my brain can freeze my tongue and Victoria chuckles. I’ve never really imagined having my own kids. The responsibility never appealed to me. But I’d never deny Victoria the honor of becoming a mother. And, let’s face it, I’d never allow someone else the privilege of being the father of her children.
“With you? Or the baguette boy?”
Smart ass.
“Me.”
“I’ll tell you after a week.”
“I’m not keeping my come back for a week while you decide,” I retort. “I know you’re on the pill, but I plan on fucking you every second I have you, princess. No barriers.”
“Then you better pull out. Because until you tell me you’re fully committed to me, that you’re in this a hundred percent, I’m not giving you a damn thing, Dante Moretti.”
“You’d really deny me, Mrs. Mor?—”
Fuck.
“You didn’t take my last name.”
How the hell am I just noticing this now?
Victoria rolls her hips and I clench my teeth. She’s working me into a stupor and has nearly secured the win in this back-and-forth game.
