Page 57 of Shattered Vows

I laugh and watch the muscles in his perfect ass flex as he walks over to the shower. I lean back and close my eyes, anxious for the days to pass so we can do it again.

Maybe I am a nympho.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

KOL

Every instinct in me roars not to let her do this as I set the burner phone in her hand, but yet I still let go. I may not understand why she needs to call her ex-fiancé and explain, but clearly Rapsody thinks she does. After the way her mom raised her, I don’t want to force her to do or not do anything, unless it’s down in the Ritual Room. She’d just end up resenting me the same way she clearly resents her mom.

So even though it’s killing me, and the green-eyed monster claws come out, I walk over to the other side of my bedroom and stare out the window with my arms crossed as she dials the number. That doesn’t mean I won’t be listening to every single word that comes out of her mouth.

“Hello, Alistair? It’s Lillian.”

My jaw flexes at the mention of her fake name.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m sorry it’s taken this long to call you… I know, I’m sorry.”

She’s quiet for a long time. I swear to Christ, if I get the impression that he’s giving her a hard time, I’m going to reach through that phone and rip out his vocal cords.

“I’m glad my mom called you like I asked her to. I just wanted to call to apologize. I never should have said yes to your proposal… I know you did, but you deserve someone who loves you with her whole heart and that wasn’t me.”

I swear I feel her eyes on my back after she says that.

“You’re right I shouldn’t have run away like that, but I was scared.”

I spin around to walk over and rip the phone out of her hand, knowing he’s saying something unkind to her, but Rapsody raises her hand, so I stay in place. He says something else that has her shoulders sagging—whether in relief or guilt, I can’t be sure, but this fucker better hope it’s relief.

“I wish I had done things differently. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

My hands clench at my sides.

“Thank you. I’m sorry if I hurt you… I agree it’s better this way. I know you’ll find someone who will make you happy… Okay, you too.” She pulls the phone from her ear and ends the call.

The need to pin her on the bed and fuck her raw burrows inside me, but it’s only been one day since I took her virginity. She’s not ready yet. Especially for the way I want to dominate and own her body right now just to prove that she’s mine.

And she is. Mine.

The moment I pushed inside her, I knew there was no going back. That my feeble attempts at keeping my feelings at bay were all for nothing because this woman fucking owns me. Always has, and always will.

So I force myself to set aside the fact that she was talking to another man, a man she was all set to marry if I hadn’t shown up. “Feel better now?”

She nods and stands from the edge of the bed. “Yes, thank you.” She walks over and hands me the phone.

I slip it in my back pocket. “What did he say?”

She arches an eyebrow, something I don’t think I’ve seen her do. “I think you have a good idea of what was said.” She smirks, knowing I was listening to everything.

“Fair enough. You ready to go eat dinner now?”

“Yeah, sure.” She places a kiss on my lips.

It starts out innocent enough but quickly progresses into making out. When I can see the direction we’re headed, I step out of her arms.

“I think we should cut it off there, otherwise we’re not going to make it to dinner.”

Rapsody sticks out her bottom lip in a pout, and it makes me want to nibble on it. She’s made it perfectly fucking clear that she wants me to fuck her again, and I will. Believe me, I’m counting down the damn days until I can be inside her again.

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