Page 47 of Dangerous Vows

I look at her. Is she for real?

“You’re in no position to bargain. And we both know you’ll end up in my bed, with me pumping my cum into that tight little pussy of yours, so let’s not pretend you’re a chaste virgin.”

The pout on her face is new. I’m not sure if it’s a ruse or if she’s unhappy. I can’t imagine she wants to fall into the hands of Petrovic. She stands and promptly stomps into the bedroom.

“We’re not done,” I call after her.

The door slams shut.

Well, that went better than expected.

I’m still wearing my coat when I grab an open bottle of wine. I walk to the patio and sit, watching the city below.

Where are you, Petrovic? And what do you want?

I need answers, and I have someone under my roof who can give them to me.

I grab the bottle. She’s maxed out my patience.

I storm inside, shrug off my coat, and my hand is on the door to open it, but it’s locked. I kick the door open.

I stride in like I own the place because, frankly, I do.

“You’re going to give me what I want.” I drop the wine onto the nightstand.

She’s sitting in my dress shirt, without panties.

“You’re mine, and you need to learn I’m not someone you want to piss off. On your knees.”

“No.” Her eyes defy me, but her chest heaves with desire.

“I won’t ask again.”

I grab her by the hair, pulling her to her feet until she’s flush against me. Her scent—warm, sugary vanilla—wraps around me, sweet and dangerous.

I crush my mouth to hers, forcing my tongue past her lips. Shepushes against my chest, but I don’t let go. My hand finds the curve of her ass, squeezing hard.

She moans into my mouth—half protest, half desire.

“You want me. Admit it.”

I grab her shirt and rip it off her body—her breasts spilling into my hands. I grip one firmly, rolling her nipple beneath my thumb until it’s hard enough to cut diamonds.

And so is my cock.

“Kneel.”

She moans before she drops to her knees. I unfasten my belt and step out of my slacks. My cock is hard, and when she grabs me, I moan.

She takes me into her mouth, bobbing like a pro, her painted nails gliding over my slick, pre-cum-slicked cock. Her tongue circles the head with wicked precision, and I come undone.

She gives the best head I’ve ever had—but it’s not enough. I need to be inside her. To own her.

I pull out just before I come, every muscle straining with the effort—the need to dominate her burns through me, hot, dangerous, and far from healthy.

I lift her like she weighs nothing and toss her onto the bed. Then I crawl up her body, slow and deliberate, claiming every inch with the press of my skin.

When I settle over her, our bodies aligned, I look into her eyes—misty, soft, a storm of light blue—and I feel it: she’s already mine. And I’m too far gone to give her back.

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