Page 113 of Ruined Vows
He notices.
I know it’s killing him just as sure as I am of the fact that his pants are filled with his hard cock.
Good. Let him suffer.
After breakfast, he takes me to the pool.
Infinity edge with a skyline view. It’s the kind of water that looks like it touches heaven.
I step out in a black one-piece that hugs every inch. It has an open back and a low-cut front. I paired it with oversized sunglasses and an “I don’t need you” attitude.
He’s already shirtless, and I take in his inked body. It’s scarred, tanned, and sculpted like he was born in war.
His board shorts cling to his hips, and the sexy indentation, the V at his sides, accentuates his eight-pack abs.
I hate him.
I want him.
The air is too heavy. We seemed to be in the lull of a trust as we sank into the side-by-side loungers.
The staff brings champagne and sliced mango.
He doesn’t say anything for a long time. He just sits there, sipping champagne and watching me like he’s memorizing the moment.
I shoot daggers at him.
“Say it,” I murmur.
He turns. “Say what?”
“You’ve been looking at me like you’ve got a confession to make.”
He leans in, and he’s so close I can feel the heat of his skin.
“I want you.”
I smirk. “That’s not news.”
He exhales like he’s holding back something brutal.
“But I wantyouto want me, too.”
I blink because I already do.
And he knows it.
The heat in the water is nothing compared to what’s burning between us now. I turn my face away before I say something dangerous.
But inside?
I’m drowning.
His eyes darken. “You’re not ready for what I’m willing to give, Bianca. But you will be.”
I sip my champagne as I pull my knees together, pretending my body isn’t screaming for reassurance, and that I won’t jump him…because making a move means I lose.
He leans forward. “When you beg?—”
