Page 112 of Vengeful Vows

Bree grins up at me. “Didn’t get enough last night?”

“Don’t think it’ll ever be enough,” I murmur, and yank her closer to me.

She squeals and then moans as I roll my hips against her sex.

“I know the feeling,” she murmurs, blinking those big hazel eyes up at me. The green in them seems more pronounced in the sunlight streaming through the window.

She’s beautiful, and my heart aches, wondering if she’s not nearly as innocent as she seems. Murphy blood runs through her veins, but has he gotten to her heart, too?

I can’t imagine I’d feel the same way about her if I knew she’d really betrayed me.

Not wanting to think anymore, I push down my sweats, freeing my bobbing erection, and she looks at it hungrily.

“Sit up,” I order in a low tone. “Want to fill that pretty mouth of yours.”

She scrambles into a sitting position, eagerly leaning forward and wrapping her small hand around my base. As she takes me into her mouth, I hiss in a sharp breath as pleasure rockets through me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, gathering her thick, auburn hair in a ponytail and moving her head up and down in the rhythm that I want. “Good fucking girl.”

She moans around me, and the vibration sends an ache through my cock.

I start to move her head faster, and she relaxes her throat, letting me fuck her mouth.

I roll my hips, and she gags, tears streaming down her face. The sight only makes me hotter, and I look down at her.

I pause but she drags her nails along my thighs to encourage me, making eye contract.

She can take it. She wants to.

Thrusting harder, chasing my orgasm, my balls start to ache as I get close.

When I tug her hair sharply, she cries out at the sting, popping off me.

I pull her head up so that she’s looking at me and attack her mouth, kissing her deeply, tasting the salt of me on her tongue.

I push her down on the bed after I pull away, pulling her legs over my biceps.

She feels hot against me and when I slide my fingers through her lower lips, she’s slick and ready.

Grabbing myself by the base, I guide myself into her, pushing into her, thrusting forward instinctively.

Bree moans, throwing her head back and fisting her hands in the sheets. “F-fuck.”

“So fucking hot,” I mumble, not even sure what I’m saying.

All I know is that I don’t want to think anymore, don’t want to worry that she’s broken my trust and my heart and I just can’t accept it.

I want to empty all these bad feelings into her body, leave my mark on her so that if she has betrayed me, she’ll remember me forever.

I thrust into her roughly, riding her hard, and Bree goes limp beneath me like a rag doll, like a sex doll for me to use. It’s so hot that I’m close to the edge already.

When she starts to mewl like a kitten and pulse around me, I can’t take it anymore.

I rock my hips into her in a decidedly unsteady motion, and finally spill inside her, gasping out her name.

“Declan,” she answers, and the sound of my name on her mouth makes me grab her by the hair again, kiss her dirty and deep.

“God, I love you,” I mumble against her lips, knowing that it’s true, knowing that it might be my ruin.

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