Page 12 of Vengeful Vows

“Oh, please,” she huffs out, but she hasn’t moved, and she doesn’t move at all when I put my hand on her waist.

“I think you like it,” I murmur. “I think you like being told what to do.”

“Just fucking try it,” she says. “I’ll kick you in the balls worse than I did this morning.”

She’s staring up at me, her hazel eyes full of anger and fear and... something I can’t quite name. Something familiar.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Nothing,” I murmur. “I’m not doing anything. But neither are you. You’re not pulling away.”

“Maybe I’m afraid.” Her voice is as low and as breathless as mine.

I shake my head. “I don’t think you’re the type to let fear rule you, princess. You’ve been angry this whole time. Ready to kill me. But now, suddenly, when I’m close... you don’t push me away. Why is that?”

She looks up at me for an instant more, and leans up on her tiptoes, crushing her lips to mine, our teeth almost gnashing together. And then she closes her eyelids and groans.

Shocked, I flinch, but then she slips her tongue into my mouth, and I kiss her back, with a vengeance.

I push her backward, and her knees hit the bed before she falls onto it, and I cover her with my body.

What the hell are you doing? a voice in the back of my head says, but what my father wants and what my body wants are one and the same, so I kiss her again.

And the warmth of her mouth makes it that I’m not listening to my brain at all, just listening to my body as it takes over.

I just hope I’m not dooming myself.

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BREE

As Declan kisses me back, I’m shocked that I started all of this. He’s just so close to me and he smells so good and all day I’ve been angry, furious even, and it feels good to get the feelings out. Not to mention that he’s an incredibly handsome man, deep blue eyes, broad shoulders, a sharp jaw with just the hint of stubble across it.

At first, I’d hoped to distract him, but as soon as my lips met his, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

He’d just been so close to me, and the anger in me had to go somewhere. And I thought, at first, I was going to hit him but then ... I did something completely insane.

The Burke crazy must be rubbing off on me. But I’m just so pissed off, and I want it out of me. I want a distraction, and Declan Burke is here and he’s hot and he’s all over me.

His breath feels hot against my neck before he kisses me there, and I moan as his teeth scrape across my flesh. The pain as he bites down hard shoots pleasure through me, and I arch my back, then gasp.

Declan’s ripping the wide straps off my shoulders, almost ripping my breasts out of the top and attacking my nipples with his tongue and his teeth, and the tug as he pulls his head up makes me soaking wet.

He grunts, pushing up the fabric to my hips, and there’s so much of the dress he gets frustrated and just starts ripping strips off. Each sound of the fabric shredding makes my lower abdomen clench with need.

This isn’t about love, and this is very clear as he finds me bare, groaning low in his throat.

“No panties? On your wedding night?” he teases, and I lean up, angry, clamping my hand over his mouth.

“Shut up,” I tell him. “I’m trying to pretend you’re someone else.”

He glares down at me, ripping my hand away from his mouth. “After tonight, you’ll never say that again. You won’t be able to forget me,” he taunts, and then he unbuttons his pants.

At some point during the night, he’s discarded his suit jacket, so he’s only wearing a tailored blue shirt, and the buttons are close to popping at his chest as he shifts to put my legs around his waist.

I spread my thighs easily, and when he slides his fingers through my lower lips, he finds me slick and ready.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this hot, this wet, and I hate myself for it. I hate him, even as he releases his long, thick length from his slacks, taking himself in hand as he presses inside me.

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