Page 27 of Vengeful Vows

I shrug. “I said, fair enough.”

Bree frowns wider. “You’re not supposed to agree with me. That’s weird. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” I laugh. “Don’t agree with you? Ever? Seems like that’s an unrealistic ask.”

“I don’t like it,” she mumbles, and then she turns over, facing the wall.

I want to slide an arm around her, just instinct, I guess, but she scoots as far away as she can.

I sigh, standing up to undress.

Paige and Lara have had my things moved into this room except for a few suits and some clothes in my old room, which is nearer the office.

I undress and throw on a pair of sweats, just because it’s a little chilly in the room, and slide back under the covers.

She’s snoring softly by now, and so I sneak an arm around her waist.

She doesn’t stir at first, but then she pushes back against me, wiggling to get closer, and I can’t help but break into a smile.

This is bad. Like, really bad.

8

BREE

The line between reality and dream is blurring as kisses are planted along my throat. They feel so good. I want to melt.

My eyes flutter open to Declan, his mouth soft against my skin.

“What the hell are you doing?” There is no real fire in my voice and I don’t move away from him.

I should. I should even want to. My head is screaming at me to move away, but I can’t seem to make myself.

“It can’t always be screaming and hate sex, Bree. I want to show you how much I can make you feel. It doesn’t always have to be angry.”

“With you, it does,” I argue, but I tilt my head back to give him more access.

Argh. My body is a traitor, just like I said last night.

He traces his fingers along my bare shoulders, and when I turn to look at him, his eyes are dark with lust.

It’s still dark out, so it must be in the wee hours of the morning.

“How much did you have to drink at dinner?” I ask, and Declan chuckles.

“Not much.” He trails his fingers down my abdomen, now, and I start to tremble. “Now. Will you let me show you how good I can make you feel?”

I look up at him, still worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, and he thumbs it out of my mouth.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should fight him off, tell him to leave.

“Thought you didn’t force yourself on women.”

Declan freezes.

“If you don’t want this, I’ll go right now.” He removes his trailing fingers from my stomach.

I miss his touch instantly.

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