Page 61 of These Deadly Vows

Axe moves in to kiss me, and I rear my hand back and slap him across his bottom lip.

“What the fuck?” He rubs a finger across his split skin, dabbing at the blood.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought you were into it. Fuck,” he curses and goes into the attached bathroom.

I follow after him and lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest. “Well, I wasn’t.”

“Your ring cut my damn lip.”

“News flash pal, not everyone wants to jump your dick.”

“Yeah. Noted. You can go now.”

“Let me see.” I step toward him.

“Why? Want to see if you can black my eye while you’re at it?”

“You’re such a baby?” I grab a washcloth from the towel rack and wet it.

I dab at the cut with the cloth. His blue eyes meet mine and I don’t know what it is about him, but I decide what the hell and grab him by the collar of his tee and smash my lips against his.

We go at each other like starved savages. Teeth clashing. Clothes flying. Axe lifts me onto the counter of the tiny sink, my ass going into the wet basin. The faucet digs into my back, but all I can focus on is the fact that his tongue is down my throat and I’m not mad about it.

He fumbles with his zipper like an amateur. “Hurry up before I change my mind.” I give him a hand and his pants drop. My skirt is already hiked up over my hips as he yanks my panties down to my ankles and tries to take them off over my boots.

“Bed,” we both mutter at the same time.

Axe lifts me as I kick my shoes off, my underwear landing with them as they thud against the floor. He presses me against the wall, nipping at my neck as I angle to get him inside me while I’m hoisting my legs around his hips, locking my ankles above his ass. So much for the bed. He takes me hard and fast in what seems like a drunken fever dream.

“Oh shit,” I cry as the back of my head hits the wall hard enough, I think we just cracked the drywall. He feels so good. Too damn good for a man I can’t stand.

“You okay?”

“Don’t ruin this by talking,” I warn.

He grins at me and slams me against the other wall.

My back hits the towel rack, but I don’t complain. I focus on chasing my next orgasm. His teeth scrape my neck and I close my eyes, unable to look him in his, afraid of what I’ll see there. What I might feel.

And fuck if I don’t want to feel a damn thing besides getting off.

Chapter Nineteen

Entering the bedroom, I find Adeline curled up in the center of the bed with her hair wrapped in a towel. Hand tucked under one side of her face. Thick tears race down her cheeks as she stares blankly at the closet. I slide in next to her, facing her.

“Hi,” she croaks.

“Bad day?” I raise a hand to grab the towel and she slaps my hand away.

“Don’t. I don’t want you to see it.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“I’m hideous.”

“I doubt that. I can just stick a paper bag over your head and fuck you.” I try to lighten her mood with a joke.

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