Page 33 of Lethal Vows

The shit I have seen and dealt with being a criminal lawyer alone is enough to scar most people.

But that shit has only made me stronger.

So I smile down at him.

“No more offers of marriage,” I remind him.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips.

I feel him, ready to nudge inside me, but I press a hand to his chest, halting him. “Tell me you agree.” I grip his face between my palms and force his eyes to mine.

“Feisty princess.”

“Tell me you agree,” I repeat, lowering myself. Even if Crue doesn’t agree, I’m pretty sure I don’t have the willpower to pull away. I want this. My body wants this. I want more releases. And to be honest, no man has ever made me come that fast with just his mouth and fingers.

“If that is your demand, princess.” He smirks and lifts his hips, pushing himself right inside of me. I freeze, unable to move as I adjust to his size. When I felt him through his pants, I knew he was big… but shit. “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, leaning in and capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. He bites down gently, then pulls back, releasing me with a lick.

“I can take anything you throw at me,” I say. I wish it didn’t sound so breathless and was more of a match to his cocky tone.But, fuck, is he big.He comes back again, this time his lips covering mine as he kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I can taste myself on him. But I also taste him. This man is like sweet wine and temptation.

I should not be doing this.

I need to stop.

My hips pause, and he pulls back, breaking our lips apart. His hand slides up the back of my leg to my ass, and he squeezes it hard.

“What’s the matter, princess?” He thrusts inside of me, and I tense even more. My hands on his shoulders are trying to keep from moving. But he has the upper hand, even if I am the one on top.

“Stop doing that.” I smack his shoulder.

“What! This?” And he thrusts again. Before I can open my mouth, he takes hold of my hips and starts to move with purpose, nothing but lust staring back at me in his eyes.

He keeps hitting that magical spot, and my eyes close in pleasure. He fucks me—even though I’m on top and should be in full control—his grip controlling every move. Each moan leaving my lips lets him know how much I want it. How much I’m enjoying every second of this sexual encounter with him.

His hands roam my back and then slap my ass. Hard. He does it again, this time his other hand smacking my other ass cheek before one hand skates up to my neck, then into my hair, twirling it around his fist before he pulls back, exposing my throat. My hands move from his shoulders to grip his knees behind me as I ride him.

Or is he still controlling me?

It’s all blending together right now.

And I think he knows he has won this round.

Goddammit! And I hate that he’s winning.

I shouldn’t want to be anywhere near this man. He is a criminal, and he killed my boss and my date. And yet I’m letting him fuck me like there is no tomorrow.

But holy heck does it feel good.

My back arches, and his mouth finds my neck. He bites it or sucks it, I’m not sure which, and I’m helpless to stop him anyway. I’m coming, and he tugs my hair a little harder as I do, bending my back more. His cock hits that perfect spot, making me scream.

A lot.

He kisses up my neck until he reaches my mouth and takes control, both hands now gripping my face as his hips pump faster. I feel it when he comes, and we both fall into each other. I ride the bliss until a sharp and painful realization creeps in. Rational thought and lack of discipline sink in my stomach. It only takes me a second to realize why and pull away.

“You can’t be disgusted now, princess. Not with how hard you just came.” He chuckles.

“I despise you,” I say through gritted teeth.

His grip falls free as I climb off him, and even soft, his cock is big. Shit. No wonder he was able to make me scream.

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