Page 4 of Hostile Vows
It makes my dick jerk when a flurry of goosebumps sail over her bare arms and her inky pupils expand, so there’s only a thin crown of otherworldly turquoise.
I dip my face to the side of hers, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Oh, this isn’t touching.” A chuckle rolls from the back of my throat. “There are plenty of ways I could really touch you—plenty of tight little holes for your husband to fuck. However, there’s one thing you should know…”
Her nostrils flare, tense muscles vibrating like a caged rattlesnake. Rather than squeeze her windpipe, I keep my fingers loose, but their presence firm.
Brushing her dainty button nose with my own, I inhale her goddess fragrance. When she growls with bravado, I swear my hungry dick weeps.
“Go on then, enlighten me,” she hisses, cuffing my wrist in an attempt to drag my hand off.
With a featherlight stroke, my lips trace her cheekbone, merely skimming the silky skin. I relish the subtle shiver she expels, even though she’s trying hard to ignore it.
“I won’t hold back. Fucking your face was just the beginning. There’s so much more to come. One word of advice though—don’t get too attached. I get bored.”
In time, I would devour her. She’s my wife, after all, and I’m owed a wedding night fuck fest. But for now, I’d delay the inevitable. Once I well and truly use her, I’ll completely lose interest. I always do.
My twin brother, Giovanni, calls it my FOMO curse—fear of missing out.There’s always another willing female to obey me. And this one wouldn’t just be willing—she’ll dream about fucking me. Crawl on her hands and knees to reach my dick. She’ll beg the devil inside of me to grant her permission to come harder than her body has ever known.
And when I finally claim my wife, the buzz of this whirlwind marriage would wither and die. It’s always the same cycle with every woman I meet. Hit the highs. Escape the lows. Repeat.
“How the hell could you do this to me?” she hisses, unearthing the billion-dollar question.
I could explain how seeing my ex-best friend again had thrown me into a vortex. For some reason, my fingers had gone numb, my heart rate soared, and all I could see was the color red.
Or I could go deeper into the root cause—to the middle finger I’m sticking up at my dead father. Since this merger means I’m leaning more into my mafia birthright than I am the cartel kingdom he had established. It’s a ‘fuck you’ to Papá for not believing in me.
He had labeled me the hyperactive ticking time bomb who would die young and rot in our family crypt long before my brothers. Out of all of his sons, including Giovanni, I was never deemed a viable successor for the Souza cartel. Apparently, I’m too reckless. And there’s the irony, right there. He was the psychopath, yet considered me the liability.
“It was easy actually,” I reply with a cavalier shrug to veil the truths haunting me. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. Plus, it gives us more control over international drug and firearms trafficking.”
“You’re disgusting.” She strains her neck. “So let me guess—you get off on power and easy blondes with blue eyes?”
“Mostly,” I reply honestly, given I’ve tried all sorts of women on my search for a rush that doesn’t fade like the sunshine at twilight. But it always does.
“Thought as much.” If her fascinating glare could unleash venomous darts, my face would be paralyzed. “Aside from the obvious differences, there’s nothing easy about me, Dré.” Her eyes glow like supernatural planets ready to obliterate my world. “And guess what?” When she traces a bitten fingernail across my pec, the muscle flinches, and my flesh bursts into flames. “Entitled gangsters aren’t my type. And they never will be. I want a guy who wantsme—forme. Luckily, this marriage is fake… so I can get it elsewhere, because I’ll never let you anywhere near me.”
Something dark slips over me. “There’s nothing fake about it.” I release her immediately and wave my hand in front of her pretty face so she sees the wedding band I’m wearing. “I’m yourhotshotfucking husband now. I own you. Which means screwing around with another guy is not an option. It’s not even a thought.”
Energy races through my hot veins, urging me to move. I snatch the iPhone she’s held on to all this time and endure the mania pumping through my muscles. Christ, I need a smoke or another blow job, or both, at the same time. Perhaps resistance is futile. I should force her face down, stuff my cock in her from behind, and just be done with this.
I drag a hand over my face and turn away. Her cell phone is already unlocked, which makes it easier to add my digits, save them under the namehusband,and hit dial to capture her number on my own. A shiver sprinkles my shoulders when I glance back to find her siren eyes wide and vivid.
“Here.” I drop it onto her waiting palm, noting she’s not wearing the matching wedding ring I had slid on her finger a few hours ago.
It shouldn’t rile me as much as it does. She blinks slowly at the name I’ve used with my number. “I don’t usually give my details out,” I add.
She makes a face at me, feigning delight. “Wow… I’m so lucky.” Then she tosses the cell phone onto the couch and stares right into my eyes. “So, you’re basically just a fuckboy?”
“Less of a boy. More of a fully grown man with an unsatisfied, wayward appetite.” A ghost of a smirk plays on my lips.
“Jeez…” A hand snakes across her belly. “I’ll never be like those women who willingly submit to you. Sucking your dick will never happen again. You’ve become everything I loathe in a man—blinded by power and remorsefully cruel. Just like…” She takes a quick breath. “This is a marriage of convenience—for you. I want my life back and that involves getting as far away from Frankie, Miami, and you as possible.”
My low growl makes her shift from foot to foot. “Never. Going. To. Fucking. Happen. Understood?” She blinks up at me. “And you’re right—you’re nothing like them. I marriedyou—which means you’ll put that wedding ring back on your finger or I’ll find another way to brand you. As for Frankie, I don’t give a fuck about his big plans. But you will kneel before me when I command it, like a good girl. As my obedientwife.”
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SINÉAD
Eight Hours Earlier
