Page 81 of Filthy Promises

His smile is all predator. “Good girl.”

Then he’s pushing my underwear aside, sliding a finger into me, and I’m not prepared for the shocking intimacy of it. My body clenches around him, desperate and hungry.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re tight.”

I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he adds a second finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. My hips rise to meet his hand, shameless in my need.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his own breath coming faster now. “Take what you want.”

I’m so close already, embarrassingly close, when?—

Lights flash through the window. A horn blares. Vince’s head snaps up, his body tensing.

“What the?—”

The impact comes before he can finish the thought.

Metal screams against metal as our car spins wildly. My body flies forward, then slams back. Glass shatters. Vince’s arm shoots out protectively across my chest as we’re thrown sideways.

The world tilts.

Turns upside down.

Goes black.

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ROWAN

Sharp pain rockets through my skull as consciousness creeps back in.

My cheek presses against something cold and hard—glass from the shattered window, maybe. My vision is blurry, the world tilted at a wrong angle.

What happened?

One second, Vince’s fingers were… were…

… and then…

The car. We crashed.

“Rowan.” Vince’s voice cuts through the fog. “Rowan, look at me.”

I blink slowly, trying to make sense of the chaos. The car is on its side. Vince is above me—or beside me? Geometry doesn’t make sense anymore.

“V… Vi…”

“Are you hurt?” he demands. His hands rove over my face, my neck, my waist, checking for injuries.

“I don’t—I don’t think so,” I mumble. My head throbs, but nothing feels broken. “Wh…what happened?”

“We were hit. Deliberately.” His voice is hard, focused. Different than I’ve ever heard it. “Can you move?”

Before I can answer, the night erupts with the sound of shouting. Male voices, harsh commands in a language I don’t recognize.

Vince’s expression transforms instantly. The controlled businessman vanishes, replaced by something savage.

“Stay down,” he orders, reaching inside his jacket.

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