Page 141 of Ruined Vows
It’s another morning,and I wake up to her beside me. I love mornings like this. I love us. And yet, I’m still in disbelief. She didn’t leave, and she’s still not running.
Weeks have passed, and we’re blissfully happy.
She curls into my side like it was the most natural thing in the world—like I’m not soaked in sins I’ll never confess, or a past I can’t forget.
But she makes me want to forget the darkness. And at times, I do. It’s happening more often.
She’s my obsession, my addiction. I was bent on making her submit, not knowing she would bring me to my knees.
The pad of my thumb brushes her spine. I run a hand down the soft dip beneath her ribs and the curve of her waist. I can’t stop touching her.
She stirs, then blinks up at me.
And smiles. I love her smile. Today, there’s no sarcasm—just that quiet, dangerous thing she’s given me—her trust.
I kiss her before I can stop myself. It’s deep, raw, and possessive. She’s naked beside me, and when she kisses me back, it’s like I’m the only man in the world, and it’s only the two of us.
We take our time making love, and every movement is a secret surrender. And every breath is a question neither of us can answer, but we ask anyway.
When she falls apart beneath me, she doesn’t look away. Shewatchesme. And that’s the moment I know this is no longer about winning her. It’s about not losing myself.
I let her leave the bed when it’s time to get up, because I like watching her go. I love her hard ass and sinking my fingers into it. And her hips are perfect. Perhaps we’ll have children, and the thought excites me and makes my cock swell.
But make no mistake—I’m still in her head under her flawless skin. And my cock wants round two.
I saw her tremble when I made love to her, and I heard the silence between her words when she begged me to fuck her again. She can pretend all she wants, but her body doesn’t lie—not to me.
She wants me as much as I want her, and she’s falling for me. I see it in the way she looks at me when she’s unaware that I’m on to her. It’s the way she accepts my presence without challenging it.
She touches my hand with the softness of a woman who’sfalling in love. It’s about how she says my name when she comes.
After breakfast together, I walk through the halls of my home, my footsteps echoing in polished stone. Every inch of this place was built to showcase control. And right now, she’s a hurricane blowing through it.
Bianca Borrelli is unlike any woman I’ve met. She meets my stare like she’s the one holding the blade. She throws punches for fun and then dresses like vengeance. And beneath that sharp tongue and curated fashion, there’s something raw.
Something untouched and sometimes unspoken but always—perfect.
She’s perfection.
But Radovan’s voice is the one that drags me back to reality. He’s on my mind and should be because he’s a menace, and his presence reminds me that my time with Bianca is under a magnifying glass.
He wants a meeting. He says the Borrellis cost us Miloš. He thinks I’ve lost the fire that earned me my crown. He’s wrong.
I haven't lost my fight. I've just chosen a new war. And Bianca Borrelli?
She's the battlefield. But she’s also the weapon.
I tap my fingers against my huge desk as I consider my next move. The dates weren’t just play—they’re tests. Triggers. Psychological traps. Each one brings her closer.
She thinks she’s playing me. But she doesn’t understand the rules. She set the battlefield. But I brought the war.
Tonight, I’ll plan the next strike. Because now I don’t just want her body. I want her total surrender.
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THE WALLS HAVE SECRETS
