Page 40 of Vengeful Vows

I should push him away. I should tell him that I’m still mad at him, but the way he slides his fingers down my abdomen makes me shiver, and it seems to drain all the annoyance out of my body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Who thought Niall Murphy could make such a beautiful daughter?”

“Don’t talk about my father right now,” I mutter, and he laughs against my mouth.

“Very well, princess. Let’s not talk at all, aye?”

He pulls off my pajama pants, pressing into me since I’m bare beneath, and even though there hasn’t been much buildup, I cry out at the pleasure of the stretch rolling through me.

Declan stares down into my eyes as we make love, and I know I should look away, but I can’t seem to bring myself to. It’s too intimate and my chest feels tight, and when it’s over, he rolls over and draws me into his arms.

He’s asleep before I know it, breathing evenly against my throat.

This is becoming my new normal, having him in bed with me every night. It feels so comfortable and right that it scares me.

Because in the back of my head, I’m still planning a divorce and an escape.

But his arms feel more like home than any place I’ve ever been.

I’m so screwed.

11

DECLAN

We take Da’s private jet to Vegas, and Bree’s eyes widen.

“What? Your father doesn’t have a private jet?”

“He does.” She sits down in one of the plush chairs. “But he only uses it for business. I’ve never been on it.”

“This is still business.” I shrug.

“Of course,” she mutters. “How could I forget?”

I look at her, smiling. “You almost sound disappointed.”

“Well, I did expect we could have a little fun.” She buckles up her seatbelt as the pilot announces that we’re about to take off.

I reach into the cabinet behind me and pour a glass of champagne for her, handing it over before pouring my own.

“Don’t worry, princess. We're going to have lots of fun.”

She sips the champagne, looking straight ahead.

It’s about a three-hour flight, so once we’re in the air, I put my hand high up on her thigh.

She looks up at me, having finished her champagne. “You trying to ask me to join the mile high club?”

“And what if I was?” I unbuckle her seatbelt, and she looks at me for a moment before climbing into my lap, straddling me.

She rocks her hips forward, and I start to harden beneath her immediately, groaning against her throat before kissing her there.

“Only one rule,” she murmurs. “You gotta let me be on top.”

“I’ve never minded a woman on top.” I grin, and she scoots back on my thighs, reaching between us to unbutton my slacks.

She frees my cock from my pants and pumps it up and down until I hiss, putting my hand on hers.

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