Page 31 of Vow to Hate You

“No, you won’t.”

He took the bottle of wine off the island, popping off the cork as he headed back to the couch. I narrowed my eyes. He was not going to—I sucked in a breath when he tilted the bottle, pouring it all over the white fabric.

“What the hell did you do?” I jumped from the bed, stomping closer to see the stained cloth for myself.

He emptied the bottle before throwing it onto the cushion. “Get back in bed, Talie.”

“You ruined your own couch. Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You’ll have to buy another one.”

“I don’t use it much. I’ll be fine without one.”

“Are you serious?” I sputtered.

He reached for me, grabbing my arm and tugging me closer before sweeping me up in his arms bridal style. My struggles did nothing while he took me back to the bed, tossing me on the mattress again. Before I could try to get up, he landed on top of me, pinning me down, and grabbing my wrists to keep me still.

“Look at us,” he murmured, straddling my hips as he stared down at me. “Like a real married couple. You in that delicious outfit, squirming under me. Is that why you stole my clothes? You wanted to see me like this?”

“No,” I answered, my voice lacking the vigor I wanted. “Get off me.”

“Stay in the bed, Natalia.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll tie you to these bedposts.” His grip tightened on my wrists when I tried bucking him off. “I’ll keep you right where I want you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would. And I have a feeling you’d enjoy it.”

“Watch it, Damian,” I warned, ignoring the heat coiling in my stomach.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my cheek before whispering in my ear. “Don’t play with me unless you’re willing to play dirty, Natalia.”

He rolled off me, leaving me breathing heavily as I stared at the ceiling. After a few moments, I turned to glare at him, but his back was to me. His toned, tatted back. I shook my head, internally cursing myself. Sitting up, I ripped off my robe before grabbing the blanket, pulling it over me.

“Asshole,” I breathed out before turning my back to him.

“Goodnight, Talie.”

CHAPTER 13

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There was a knock on the door, and I stared at it, not moving from my spot at the kitchen island as I sipped my coffee. I had a rush order of clothes delivered, hoping it was enough to hold me over until Talie gave me my clothes back. Unless she destroyed them. My jaw ticked as my eyes wandered to the bed where she was still sleeping peacefully. All my business suits were tailor-made. It was going to take a while and a whole lot of money if I had to replace them.

Though I had to give it to her, I wasn’t expecting this. I knew she was going to throw fits about being here. But pulling pranks on me? It was like we were teens again. Like all those years ago, it felt freeing. She had always been a breath of fresh air in this stuffy life. She was the most outgoing in our group of friends, always finding a way to make the boring moments fun.

This time was different. She was doing all this to piss me off. While she succeeded, she was also sparking a fire in me that had burned out after she fled town. The last five years had been all about building my club, and while I enjoyed what I did there, the stress of balancing everything on top of working with my father had left little time for fun.

“Who is that?” Talie asked groggily, rolling onto her stomach, her eyes opening into slits as she looked at the door. “What time is it?”

“My clothes being delivered,” I answered. “It’s five. We’re going to Connecticut today.”

Her eyes grew stormy, and she threw off the blanket. I froze, my dick hardening in an instant. Either she forgot she was wearing dead ass sexy lingerie, or she was purposely trying to give me permanent fucking blue balls.

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