Page 3 of Vicious Vows

“That’s not the point!” I turned away from her. “Why don’t you see that? Why can’t you understand how this could have turned out?”

“Because.” She came up behind me and pressed her lips to the back of my shoulder. “You saved me.”

“I shouldn’t have had to.” I closed my eyes when she wrapped her hands around my waist. “You should have done what I told you to do. You can’t put yourself in these situations.”

“I’ll do what you tell me.” She trailed her hands down my hips, tugging at my towel. “I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

She had already manipulated me once. That would never happen again.

“I’ll prove it.” She pushed the towel onto the floor and stepped in front of me. “Let me make it up to you.”

“How do you propose you do that?”

“I know how to start.” She gazed up at me with her wide, mesmerizing eyes. “And I know how to make you finish.”

When she tried to kneel in front of me, I caught her elbow and brought her back to face me. Her brow wrinkled in confusion when I stopped her impulsive seduction.

“What makes you think I should let you have my cock?” I gripped her arm. “Huh?”

“I…” She licked her lips, then slowly swiped her tongue across my mouth. “I want to beg for your forgiveness.”

“There will be plenty of time for you to beg. But don’t forget which one of us is in control.” I raised her tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor, then I circled my finger around her nipple. “I don’t even know if you can handle me right now.”

“Call the doctor and ask him if I can have your cock.” She took my hand and slipped it inside her panties. “I’m definitely ready for you.”

“You filthy girl.” I pushed my fingers inside her and coated them in her hot juices. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re in charge.” She bit my bottom lip. “You tell me.”

“Are you pretending to listen?” I spun her around, and she lifted her hair to offer me her neck. “Or are you finally learning your place?”

“I don’t know.” She wiggled her hips against my erection. “I did hit my head pretty hard.”

“Which is why I’m going to go easy on you today.” I skimmed my hand down her stomach and back inside her panties. “I’ve missed your pussy.”

“It misses you.” She rested her head on my chest. “I’ve missed us.”

I wanted to ignore her words. There should be nous. We didn’t make sense. We didn’t belong together. But here we were doing what we always did. Needing one another.

“Marchello.” She rocked against my fingers, sending them deeper inside her. “That feels good.”

She bent over the counter, switching her angle and allowing me to finger her harder.

I took in her beauty through her reflection. Lost in pleasure, she gave all of herself to me like she had from our first time. She placed her trust in me even when I took her hostage. Why couldn’t I reciprocate?

“Mmm…” She thrust her pelvis back. “I’m going to…”

“Let go.” I brought her back to my chest as I stroked her clit. “You’ve earned it.”

Her body shuddered with pleasure as she climaxed, breathing out my name. Before she could come down from her high, I turned her around and dropped to my knees. I couldn’t resist tasting her when she was aroused and shaking for more.

I shimmied her panties down her long, sexy legs, noting the fresh bruises on them. I pushed back my anger, trying not to taint this moment with what she had been through with Collins. She needed me to be attentive. And I could do that. I had to do that.

She held onto my shoulder as she stepped out of her panties, smiling. The look in her eyes taunted me. I could feel the emotion behind them—I could hear her saying the words that wanted to spill from her lips.

I pushed those thoughts from my mind, and I delved my tongue inside her sex, tasting her fresh arousal and giving her more of what she desired.

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