Page 55 of Sacred Vow

He folds the belt in half, taps it against his thigh.

“That’s exactly what I will do. Every time you put yourself in danger, I will punish you.” He takes a threatening step forward until his thighs are pressed against the bed.

“You said you understood.” I point at him, my eyes having a hard time moving away from the demon dangling from his fist.

“I do understand.” He nods. “It doesn’t change the fact you disobeyed me. You’re lucky Igor is loyal and told me right away where you were, what you were up to.”

Damn him! Of course he did.

“Igor is a rat,” I accuse. “Is that what it will be like if I marry you? Your men will be little spies for you?”

His mouth twists into a satanic grin. “Did you think I didn’t have eyes on you already? The moment you made yourself known at my club, there has been a man on you. You think I sat in your apartment that night just wondering where you were?”

“Seriously?” I recalled the sensation of being watched, but had chalked it up to being nervous because of seeing Andrei the night before.

“Come over here, Isolde.” He crooks his finger at me. “As much as I love catching you, I’m done chasing you today.” He licks his lips, like he’s about to savor some great prize.

I drop my hands to my sides and sigh. “Then maybe, just this once, let it go?”

He stares at me like maybe he’s considering it. A tinge of disappointment hits when more moments pass by and he’s still thinking. Don’t I want him to let me off the hook?

What the hell is wrong with me? How can I be worried that he’s going to let it pass?

He brings his belt to the dresser, laying it across the shirt he’s dumped there. “You’re still dressed,” he points out as he crosses the room to a drawer in the nightstand.

Action. Andrei isn’t a man who will negotiate when he’s made a decision. He simply acts.

I keep an eye on him while I strip out of my clothes. I fold each piece of clothing and make a neat pile on the foot of the bed. Even my panties get folded.

He pulls out a small bottle.

“What is that for?” I ask, realizing it’s a bottle of lubricant.

“Your punishment,” he states and points to the bed. “On your hands and knees, Izzy. You might want to grab a pillow, while you’re at it.” He casually walks around the bed toward me. “Something you can scream into.”

My stomach twists and flips as his intent becomes clear. The belt is still out of his grasp and he’s not even looking at it.

“You’re not using the belt?” It’s a stupid question, but my mind isn’t working properly given the immediate future being mapped out before me.

“Not tonight, no.” He gives a pointed look at the center of the bed. “But if that’s what you need to get moving, I can.”

I climb onto the bed, one knee then the other and crawl up to the pillows. The cool air brushes across my bare skin, leaving goose pimples in its wake.

“Hands and knees, Izzy.” He kicks his trousers away from the bed. When I catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder, I see him stroking his hard, long cock. Lubricant coats him.

“Andrei.” I fight the urge to bolt from the bed. His fingers were one thing, but his cock is too big, too long, too everything.

“I’ll catch you and tie you down if I need to,” he warns, closing the lid on the bottle and tossing it on the nightstand. He brings his dark stare up. “Hands and knees like a good girl.”

My insides melt at those two words.

I swallow back the whimper fighting to escape as I move into position. Sliding my hands beneath the pile of pillows, I press my elbows into the mattress and arch my back, giving him a full view of my bare ass.

The bed dips behind me and I clench everything.

He chuckles again.

I hold my breath at his first touch. Slowly, he drags his fingertips across my ass. Up one cheek, down the other. Sensory overload makes my brain confused as to where he’s touching.

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