Page 133 of Reckless Vow

Baldo gives me a warning look, but his lips quiver as well. He pulls money from his pocket and tips the guy before he’s even unloaded the suitcases from the cart.

The hop’s eyes drop to the bill, and then back at me. I nod, encouraging him to take it. And leave, for fuck’s sake.

He reaches out for his tip. “You’re bleeding, sir.” He points to Baldo’s face.

Baldo flicks his finger over the laceration from my nails and shrugs. “A shaving accident.”

I snort, and my reaction calms the young man enough. He gives us both one more puzzled look and rushes to the elevator.

As soon as the door slides closed behind him, I release the laugh, regretting the interruption but having fun at the same time.

My laugh freezes when I meet Baldo’s eyes. The hunger in them is back, perhaps tenfold. His pull has me transfixed, vertigo tugging at my senses.

As if the interruption never happened, my heart goes from a murmur to a thundering in my chest.

Baldo cracks his neck. His cock is straining against his zipper. Jesus, did the bellhop notice?

“Where were we?” he rasps.

I bolt, veering right, then left. I somehow avoid him and dive through the double doorway.

I stumble into the bedroom, lavish and vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a dizzying view.

For a split second, I’m transfixed by the sight, and Baldo catches me from behind.

Wrapping me in a vise-like hold, he lifts me. I struggle, but without much effort he carries me over to the huge bed.

One powerful arm still around me, he fists my hair and yanks my head up. “You’re mine now.”

Oh, what those words do to me. No longer just prey, I’m a participant in this wanton dance.

Baldo pushes me to the mattress, bending me. My face hits the silky sheets and I try to wiggle away, but I’m exhausted, and he’s so strong.

“Move and you’ll regret it,” he snaps.

With his hands, he pulls my pants and panties to my ankles in a quick move. But it frees my hands and I try to push off the bed.

Not a chance.

He lurches over me and covers me with his whole body, wrestling my arms into submission.

He grips my wrists, twisted at my lower back, with one of his hands, and uses the other to free himself.

He kicks my legs apart and runs his cock through my folds. “Hmmm.”

There is so much praise, so much reverence in that sound, I moan.

“So ready for me. Good girl.”

He impales me so suddenly I lurch forward, gasping. Filled by him. Knowing he plays my lewd games without questioning me.

He understands me.

He cherishes me.

He adores me.

Maybe not always in words, but in so many actions.

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