Page 118 of Ruined Vows
She clutches my shoulders as her body melts against me, her hips pressing against my hard cock.
She’s not fighting.
She’sfalling.
And she’s taking me with her.
When we break apart, her mouth is red and open, her eyes hazy, and her chest rises in sharp little gasps.
“You’re mine,” I growl, but she doesn’t argue.
I scoop her towel around her and toss it. I take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom like I’m stealing something sacred.
And I am.
She’s mine. No one else will ever touch her, taste her, or fuck her.
I lift her and toss her down onto the sheets like an offering I intend to destroy.
She’s already grinning and challenging me todo my worst.So I do.
I slowly strip off her wrap and wet swimsuit. Her breasts are perfect and fall into my hand.
She unties my board shorts, and they drop to my feet. My veined cock springs free. I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head, and kissing her again—deeper, harder, longer. Every inch of my body pressed against hers, and every second daring her to regret this.
But she doesn’t. Instead, she arches beneath me like she’s always belonged here.
My cock throbs. I’m lost in the moment.
“You still pretending you don’t want me?” I whisper against her mouth.
Her eyes flash, and she gives me a resounding “Yes.”
“Fine,” I growl. I immediately pull away, like she dropped an ice bucket on my cock. And in a way, she has. It’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do, but I’m not giving it to her without her submitting. I’m not playing games, I’m playing for keeps.
35
VUKAN
A THREAT AT HOME
He’s waiting for me in the old gun warehouse. It’s fitting that we don’t use it anymore and that he chose an isolated place to meet. God knows we’ve buried enough men in places like this.
Light filters through a high, cracked window, just enough to catch the smoke curling from Radovan’s cigarette as the concrete walls sweat under the summer sun.
He doesn’t rise when I step in.
Nor does he blink. He exhales slowly and poisonously. He’s a cancer that needs to be stopped.
“You came alone,” he says, like he’s surprised.
“I don’t need backup for rats,” I reply.
His smile is thin and crooked. It’s a face that knows the cost of that betrayal.
“You look tired, Vukan.”
“I’m bored. There’s a difference.”
