Page 64 of Vow of Revenge
Freya’s beautiful face was furrowed. “Kaleb, what were you dreaming about?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“You were upset.”
I shirked off the dream, keeping it to myself. “Nothing upsets me when I open my eyes to your fine ass in my bed.”
Her skin was silky soft, warm and inviting. My hard dick wanted more.
Checking her phone on the night stand she lunged forward. “Oh shit! Is that the time? Quick, I have to get downstairs for breakfast or Syrah will blow a fuse.” She scrambled off the bed, darting to the bathroom.
There goes my idea of breakfast. “Freya, how about we skip it and stay here, just the two of us?” I pressed my palms against the lacquered wood and waited.
The bathroom door opened a fraction, and she peered out at me with big pleading eyes. “She needs me, you can have me after. Syrah’s freaked about meeting his parents.”
“Fine.” I gave in reluctantly. “But after you meet them, I’m going to tie you up and punish you for making me wait.”
“Is that a promise?” she whispered, sucking in her lower lip.
My cock burst in action, a loyal soldier standing to attention. I flew forward only to meet the closed door. “Freya, open the door, or I’ll break it down!” I yelled, slamming my fist like an asshole.
“You’ll have to wait. My sister needs me,” she called from the other side.
“Open the fucking door, or I’ll bust it open. Don’t forget this is my house. I can wreck it if I need to.”
Slowly the handle released. The moment the door opened I lunged inside, pouncing on her naked body. I needed to taste her, to feel her in my arms again.
Pushing her legs wide, I kissed her so hard that I almost drew blood when I nipped her lip. Her breathing became ragged, her nails punctured my flesh. The sensation of her raspy moans filled my chest with an overwhelming swell and played in my ears like a symphony.
“You’re still getting punished later.”
“I can’t wait.” Her soft lips pressed against mine with a tenderness that I gladly reciprocated. I kissed her back, pouring everything I had into it, letting down my guard for the first time, ever.
Brett and Syrah had already left the breakfast room to greet his parents and introduce them to a woman who had finally arrested his heart. Fate had cast its die and gave us both beautiful Beaumont women, the only women who could tame the De Courcy men.
I was finally happy to have the same woman on my arm as the night before. Her small hand nestled into my mine, glued together with a sensation of completeness.
“We should’ve had breakfast in bed.” I gazed down at her blushed lips and golden eyes.
She looked up at me with an innocent flutter of thick ebony lashes. “Oh yeah. I’m not really a fan of sausage in the morning, but I would happily make an exception for yours.” She giggled.
I loved to hear her sweet laugh. “I can’t believe you actually said that.”
“What?”
“You really are so innocent.” I laughed into the crown of her head, kissing her glossy hair. “And wicked. And sexy as fuck.”
Breaking the spell, I looked away quickly. I just wasn’t sure how this whole thing would work. I wasn’t used to affection – it wasn’t in my nature to give it without a hidden agenda. She deserves the world, and I’m just a hopeless, messed up guy with baggage so big I need an entourage to carry it. This feeling of euphoria will only be temporary, the vow to avenge my father will resurface sooner or later. It’s been my quest for so long now, that I don’t know how to stop it.
When we left the breakfast room to find Syrah, hushed voices filtered into the reception hall reaching the heights of the high ceiling.
“What have you done, son?”
Freya cocked her head as we turned the corner, finding Uncle Sean and Brett in the throes of a heated conversation. Uncle Sean’s arms were tightly crossed over his chest, wrinkling his khaki shooting vest. His torso leant into Brett and his voice was low like secrets were being uncovered.
“What are you two gossiping about?” I broke their intensity.
Uncle Sean’s head turned to greet us, his emerald eyes enlarged, and his mouth hung open. I slithered my arm around her waist. “Uncle Sean this is, Freya Beaumont, Syrah’s sister.”
