Page 131 of Ruined Vows
And she does. Her eyes are wide, her mouth open, and her legs trembling as she comes apart with a sob against my shoulder, and drool runs from her mouth as she struggles to breathe.
“Good girl.” I hold her through it and press my lips to her temple.
I don’t say a damn word about how I’m shaking too. Because she has no idea how far I’d go to keep her. Or how hard it is to stop here.
I pull my fingers out and lick them as I gaze into her eyes. The electricity between us is thick, but something connects in our eyes. An understanding that this will only end one way—with her surrendering to me.
We leave the showroom just as the sun slips behind theskyline. The city is glowing gold and crimson like the dress, still folded carefully over my arm.
“I’m going to devour your sweet pussy and then wreck it with my huge cock.”
She’s so turned on, she all but pants. She doesn’t speak when we slide into the back of the limo. She doesn’t need to. She’s still flushed from the dressing room, her thighs pressed tight like she’s trying to hold onto what I already took.
The door shuts behind us with a heavy click, sealing us inside the low, dim interior of the limo. The city lights flicker outside the tinted windows. Inside, it’s filled with heat and the smell of defeat because she’s going to give herself to me.
I watch her in the low light. Her legs are crossed. Her lips are pursed and then rolled into her teeth. It’s like I’m the toothache she can’t soothe. Her scent lingers in the air, sharp but sweet.
And I swear, if she doesn’t climb into my lap in the next ten seconds, I will drag her there.
She looks over at me, her eyes dark with passion. She knows she’s conceding. This is about who breaks first.
“Are you sure, Bianca?”
“I’m not changing my mind,” she says.
That’s all it takes. I’m lost in her, and I’m not gloating. I’ve never worked harder for anything in my life. But when she crawls into my lap like she belongs there—because she does—it’s the most satisfying win I’ve ever experienced.
And I don’t waste a second to savor it, because I’d rather savor her sweet lips, and I crush my mouth to hers.
Her kiss is hungry. She’s breathless. We make out in the car like we invented it. Both were desperate to be wrapped up in each other.
And I’m never letting her go.
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BIANCA
THE LAST FIRST KISS
He doesn’t say anything at first. He just leans into me with his eyes on mine, like he already knows what I’m thinking, what I need. What I’m dying for.
I try to breathe. I can’t, not with the weight of that wardrobe still on my skin. Not with the memory of his fingers still inside me.
“You’re quiet,” he says finally, voice thick and low. “Changed your mind already?”
I meet his gaze and hate how shaky I sound when I say, “About what?”
“Letting me wreck you.”
God.I don’t answer. I can’t.
I straddle him without thinking, without hesitation. I sit on his hard cock like I’m about to fuck him to oblivion. My hands brace on his shoulders, and the second our mouths meet, I swear the whole damn world tips sideways.
He groans into the kiss, deep and rough, one hand gripping my hip like he’s been starving for this.
“Is this what you want, Princess?” he mutters against my mouth. “To ride me all the way home with your pretty little panties still wet from earlier?”
“Yes,” I gasp, rolling my hips once, shameless.
