Page 57 of Broken Vows

"Our child." She repeats the words like she's testing their weight. "God, when did my life become so complicated?"

"The night you let a stranger fuck you against his window."

Her laugh is surprised, genuine, transforming her face completely. "You arrogant bastard."

"You love it."

"I hate that I love it."

She says it like she didn’t mean to, but it lands like a fucking bomb.

Now I can’t stop staring at her mouth.

"Come here," I say, voice rough.

She gives me that look—like she knows exactly what’s about to happen—and steps right into me.

I grab her hips and pull her flush against me, letting her feel just how hard I am for her.

Her body fits mine like she was fucking built for it.

"Vincent," she breathes against my mouth.

"I want you naked," I murmur, hands already moving to the hem of her sweater. "Now."

She pulls back slightly, studying my face. "Here?"

"Yes." I lift the sweater over her head, revealing smooth skin and black lace. "Take it all off."

She takes her sweet time getting naked—testing me, and she knows it.

When she’s bare, I grab her waist and pull her in hard.

I spin her around, drag my mouth up her neck, stopping just below her ear.

"Good girl."

"Look at yourself." I turn her toward the mirror and press in behind her.

"Open your legs," I command softly.

She meets my eyes in the mirror, then slowly spreads her thighs. I slide one hand between them, finding her already wet, ready for me.

"Watch," I tell her, fingers beginning to move in slow circles. "I want you to see what I’m doing to you."

Her breath hitches as I tease her closer to the edge with my fingers, my other hand cupping her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple until it peaks.

"You see this? You’re mine now. Every inch of you."

"Vincent—"

"That’s it. Let me hear you."

I turn her around and lift her onto the nearest surface, mouth closing over her breast.

She arches into me, breathless.

"You’re mine," I growl against her skin. "Every fucking inch."

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