Page 29 of Ruined Vows
That’s the only way this ends.
She needs to know I can conquer her. That I can best her in everything. That I won’t just give in to her because she expects it.
No, I’ll win fair and square—that way, she will respect me and my prowess in everything, from killing enemies to fucking her wet pussy.
It’s only a matter of time. I saw it in her eyes and how her lips melded to mine.
I groan. I wanted to fuck her. I didn’t want to punch her.
What’s amusing is the fact that she tried to beat me, a man who’s two of her because she’s one hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet.
But that’s neither here nor there. I wanted to knock her off her game and show her that I’m the only man for her, but she fought me every inch of the way.
I’m so turned on I could drive a nail into a concrete wall. No woman has ever turned me on like this.
And it didn’t stop there. My ribs ache as much as my cock. I have the worst case of blue balls. Damn it—nine more dates.
How can I resist her?
I thought this would be easy. I thought she would fold on the first date. But I was wrong.
Her barbs are delivered with surgical precision, especiallywhen she’s intent on making a point. And she has no intentions of losing because she’s dug in her heels.
Our first kiss? Fuck me. I had a difficult time stopping. It was sweetness I’ve never known. All it took was one taste, and I’m ruined. One taste left me defenseless.
I’ll never have my fill. The glimpses of her softness are deceiving because she leaves a ripple like a tsunami wherever she goes.
And I’m all in.
I’m enthralled. Captivated. My cock throbs. I want more. I want a lifetime of more.
When I dropped her off, I sat in the car a minute longer than necessary just to watch her leave. I hated seeing her go, but the view was spectacular.
Damn, but she’s hot.
I was mesmerized by the sway of her hips and her tight ass. And her legs? They reach heaven.
She’s lethal on the field and off it, and I’m sure she’ll be the death of me because I might just die of want.
I can’t wait to see her in a dress with a long slit, one that stops at the top of her thigh, giving the allure of something more, but tells me I still have to earn her.
I rub my chin, deep in thought. I have to play this just right. If I move too fast, I’ll spook her. If I don’t push her, she’ll lose interest.
I have to conquer her, one date at a time. And as much as I’m a patient man, I can’t wait to claim her, to have her under me, begging me to fuck her.
I groan in agony as I reach down to adjust my stiff cock.
I’m miffed I’ll have to pleasure myself in the shower when it could have been between her delectable thighs.
I’ll break her and soon, she’ll be putty in my hands.
One more date is all I need.
I’m willing to step into the ring time and again. I don’tcare how long it takes. My little princess is a fighter. But this only ends one way—with her becoming mine.
Later in the day,I’m sitting at the long table filled with guns. An ice pack is pressed against my side, and I watch my younger brother, David, load rounds into a magazine with the casual rhythm of someone raised on war.
He doesn’t look up when he speaks.
