Page 76 of Reckless Vow

“I hate every fucker who drools over you in this fucking excuse for a dress.” I hook my hands in her cleavage and pull her to me. “You’re being very disobedient, Brook.”

I dip to grip the hem and kiss her neck while I yank it up, but she clamps my wrist. “Skittles.”

I lean back, staring at her. Is she joking? This woman will be the death of me. “Skittles?”

She bites her cuticle. I don’t even think she realizes it. I cross my arms over my chest. Fuck this.

“It’s more a pause, not a stop. God knows, I want you to continue, to be in charge, but could I maybe keep the dress?”

“I’m not fucking you in that dress.” And at this rate, I might not fuck her at all.

She looks nervous, though. Is it about the sex?

I’ve been so focused on getting her where I wanted, needed, her, that I didn’t even consider that for her the two of us finally getting together is probably a big deal.

Fuck, it is a big deal. I just choose to ignore that fact.

“I’ll change?”

God, I hate when she loses her usual gumption. “You don’t need to be shy to get naked with me. I saw your cunt already.”

She huffs, “You’re such an a—”

“Asshole?” I smirk. “Okay. Do you have a silk camisole? Something to show some skin?”

She nods, looking at me curiously.

“Put it on. Keep the heels. No panties.”

Brook shudders visibly, and it remedies the situation.

I want her to shudder.

To fall apart.

To unravel.

Chapter22

Brook

By the time I emerge from the closet, I forget how to walk in heels.

I’m vibrating with an unfamiliar level of arousal and with an unhealthy dose of self-consciousness, along with something akin to anxiety.

I love giving pleasure, but when it becomes too much, you might beg me to stop.

I pause, taking a fortifying breath. I’m getting myself into a situation that will either mend me or break me. And that’s before I take into account the doomed state of our relationship.

But then, if I’m to fight my demons, I want to do it with Baldo.

For the longest time, he’s been the reason for all my pain, hate and resentment. Now it feels like he might just be able to heal me.

Perhaps we could move forward without addressing the past. But that’s the problem, isn’t it?

With Baldo, I can’t pretend the past didn’t happen. I can’t outrun it like I’ve been doing. It’s right here in my face.

With the man who could have been my everything.

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