Page 47 of These Deadly Vows

“I don’t know which I love more. Your pretty mouth or your tight cunt.” I press my thumb between her lips to stop myself from kissing her. Adeline’s making me crazy in a dangerous way. I’ve already promised to stop fucking other women. She didn’t even have to beg or shed a damn tear.

Rolling her hips, my good girl takes control and I give it to her. I lay back and let her play. Exploring my torso as she grinds, she traces the ink tatted across my chest with her tongue. Peppering kisses up my neck, she bites me hard enough to fucking bruise and part of me likes it. Likes that she’s marking her territory.

My princess has a jealousy streak, and it’s hot.

Her lips hit my jaw and I shove my face into the crook between her neck and shoulder.

Adeline stops moving. “Look at me, Ghost.”

“Did I tell you to stop?” I growl against her skin, nipping her with my teeth with pressure, but not hard enough to break the skin.

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me why you refuse to kiss me.”

“I’ve kissed you.”

“You expect so much from me but refuse to give any true parts of yourself to me. Because you’re still in love with a dead woman.”

I glare at her until her face goes fuzzy in my line of sight.

“I’m sorry you lost her. That you never got the chance to know your child or experience all that you thought you would, but I’m here. Living and breathing right in front of you. You chose me for revenge or whatever reason. But I’m here, Ghost. I’m yours.” She places my palm on her chest. “You make my heart race. I’m here. Real. Yours.”

Thump. Thump thump. My wife’s heart flutters beneath my hand. My pulse pounds in my temples. A tightening sensation flares in my chest, like my heart will squeeze tighter and tighter until the organ bursts. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“You can try to hide. But I know that the man you claimed died is still in here. Show him to me. Show me who you really are. Tell me your damn name. Let the past go. Build a future with me.”

“I’ve told you. I can’t give you what you want.”

“Then I can’t give you a baby if you won’t even kiss me. A baby should be created out of love, not duty or hate.”

“What about lust?”

“Sure, that happens a lot because people mistake hormones for love. I don’t want that to be my story. Our story. I don’t want to fight with you. I want us to, I don’t know. Start over. Get to know each other. I need this to be real, Ghost. I need you to give me all of you.”

I’ve gotta get out of here. I shove her off me, practically breaking my dick in the process.

“Stop pushing so God damn hard.”

“Stop being afraid to feel something real for me or anyone. When was the last time you allowed yourself to be happy? Truly happy. Do you even know the answer to that?”

I grab my cut and stomp to the closet to get pants.

“Go running off scared. Like a lost little boy. That’s all you are,” Adeline screams at my back as I slam the bedroom door behind me.

“Fuck.” I go out on the balcony and light up a cigarette. This is why Adeline was a perfect choice. We’re supposed to hate each other.

She’s not supposed to dig under my skin and expose me from the inside out.

I take a hard drag and lean over the railing, staring out at the skyline of the city.

I don’t want this.

Closing my eyes, I think about Victoria. Loving her was all I knew. She consumed my every waking moment. Every breath that pulled through my lungs was for her. Losing her may as well have killed me. I should’ve died with her.

I hear the door open behind me, but I can’t look at her right now. Adeline takes up too much space in my mind. She’s suffocating me. Trying to smother my demons. I brought her here and set this all in motion. Maybe I should let her go. Free her from this marriage. But her arms slide around me, and her lips meet the center of my spine.

“I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t mean to push.”

A vision of Victoria appears in my mind, and I can’t explain it. I can’t hear her, but she’s talking to me. Telling me it’s time to let go. Time to move on. I shake my head as a tear trickles down my cheek like I’m a fucking pussy.

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