Page 18 of Ruined Vows
I shift in my seat. My cock is hard just thinking about her. I’m fifteen minutes behind, and traffic is backed up. Great. Another delay.
Filip presses on the gas pedal. The city blurs past, all steel and tension—just like me. But none of it matters except getting to her.
She hates waiting—not because she’s impatient, but because waiting reminds her of everyone who left and never came back. I’d be hard pressed to find a woman who hasn’t had a man walk out unannounced.
I’m intrigued that she thinks she can force me to end the engagement.
Her dating record leaves much to be desired. Aside from that and her immediate family, I don’t know much about her—but that will change because Dragan’s already digging. She dates boys, not men. There’s no comparison. She’s young and impressionable.
It won’t take long for her to fall in love with me. It’s inevitable, and I delight in knowing I’ll be the last man to fuck her.
The car hums beneath us, the engine growling low. I recheck the time—sixteen minutes now—and curse.
I should’ve left earlier. I should’ve ignored the call after Radovan left. Handed it off to Luka. But I didn’t.
Now she’s probably pacing outside—arms crossed, sunglasses on, expression unreadable.
She’ll say she isn’t worried. But she is. She’s the type who cares. Underneath the finery and makeup is someone who feels everything.
I don’t need a background check to know that. She stood with her brothers in the warehouse, ready to kill for them. She’s fierce. She’s loyal and Brave. It makes me hard.
She’s smart. Has convictions. I’m sure she’ll be opinionated, tool. I can’t wait to peel back her layers.
I wonder how she’ll handle herself when it’s just the two of us in the backseat.
How will she deflect the burn of her desire?
I smile, knowing it’s only a matter of time before she’s mine.
Bianca
I’m pissed he’s late. Who shows up late to a first date? It means everything. Tardiness is rude. I walk out to the sidewalk to wait—try to save time.
What happened? He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who lets details slide.
Is this a tactic? A way to grab my attention?
He already has it—though not for the reason he thinks. There’s no way I’m marrying someone I don’t love.
Then I hear it—that low purring growl. The kind of engine that costs more than people’s homes.
He doesn’t just pull up. Hearrives.
Matte black Bentley. Sleek as sin. Windows blacked out. Quiet power. Quiet threat.
It doesn’t rev. It doesn’t shout.
Ithums—like it owns the road.
Of course, he drives that.
Vukan
We roll up to the curb—quick and clean. Filip keeps the engine running.
She’s already there, just like I expect—one hand on her hip, lips pressed in a line I know too well.
Fuck. She’s gorgeous.
