Page 31 of Hostile Vows
I cock a brow at her, trying my best to ignore the way my heart is pounding. “Finally doing what you’re told?”
She snatches the top hung over my shoulder and dresses, regrettably, hiding her juicy brown nipples. “There. Happy now, Hotshot?”
Folding the blade away, I take a moment to appreciate the stretchy material hugging her narrow waist. “I like it when you’re a good girl. Yet I’m enjoying your defiant streak too. What do you think, should we add it to your basket?”
“Was your ex out there a good girl for you too?”
“Are you jealous, Wifey?” I lean in and rest my palm on the shiny surface beside her head. “The word ex would imply she was something to me. She was not. Thatseñoritaout there doesn’t live in my memories.”
“But she was an ex-fuck, right?”
“Probably,” I admit with a cavalier shrug.
Her brows snap together, and her fingertips fly to her lips, pressing over the lush landscape of them. “When was the last time you were tested for an STD or HIV?”
“I’m not careless, Sin. Condoms are a priority. I get tested regularly.” I push off the mirror and fold my arms over my chest, aware of how much she’s become a distraction. “What about you?”
She laughs with a bitter, scornful bite. “Unlike you, I don’t sleep with everyone who breathes near me.”
My eyes jerk to hers. “But you let them fuck your throat?”
The tight material covering her tits moves as her chest rises and falls. “No one has ever treated me like that before,” she growls. “I only hook up with respectful gentlemen.”
Now it's my turn to laugh. “Gentlemen? Christ, Sin. Your hungry little pussy doesn't drip for a considerate gentleman. It gets all swollen and greedy for the dirty things I want to do to you.”
Her eyes turn cold, almost as if she’s trying to deny it. “Oh yeah? You’re so full of yourself. You’re right though; you’re far from being a gentleman—you’re an egotistical monster.”
“Excuse me.” The curtain moves, but doesn’t open. “Can I help with anything, Mr. Souza?” the annoying blonde calls to us from the other side.
Keeping eye contact with my wife, I growl, “Didn’t my guys offer you enough money to close the store so we’d have privacy? However, now that you’ve interrupted… we’ll buy everything you have in her size.”
“Everything?” the owner gasps.
“Yeah, and grab a pair of jeans for her to wear now. I want one of every single item that’s in stock. Gather it up as quickly as possible and I’ll send a guy to collect it.”
Sinéad glares at me. “Seriously?”
“Deadly.” I smirk, studying how her cute nose scrunches and her tempting lips pout. “I’m a monster who buys his beautiful wife whatever she needs.”
My wink makes her eyes narrow and that proud neck of hers elongates. Sweltering heat blazes from her skin. “Money can’t buy everything, you know,” she murmurs, fixing her hair behind her ears.
“I think it just did,” I counter, shortening the distance between us so we’re toe to toe, chest to chest.
She licks her lips, inadvertently signaling to my dick that they’re wet. I wait for her to exhale and use my fingertips to tilt her head back so our gazes snare.
We fall silent.
Except for our hearts beating.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask on a low rumble.
Her forehead creases. “For you to back off,” she replies breathlessly.
“Right… you know what I think you’re waiting for?”
“Enlighten me, Hotshot.”
“You’re waiting for me to kiss you.” My mouth lingers before hers. “Aren’t you?”
