Page 74 of Reckless Vow

I can’t believe it. And a part of me is so fucking happy about it. Not that she’s had such an unsatisfying sexual life, but that I can still…

I can’t even think about that, because it feels like a commitment I’m not ready to offer. Not with her. Not again. I might be a complete idiot around her, but I still have some preservation instincts left.

She watches me as I mix the drinks and pour us each a frosty cocktail.

Brook takes hers to the table, but she doesn’t sit, just leans against it. I put my glass on the counter and walk round it to stand on the other side.

I have never considered the size of my apartment a problem, but right now it feels so fucking large. Technically she is still in my kitchen, and yet she feels so far.

Taking out my phone, I use the app to dim the lights. When my eyes lock with hers, it’s a sucker punch of feelings. Raw need. She’s fucking perfect here in my space.

I could just… Nope, not going there. I drain my margarita in one gulp.

But the thought persists. In a sense, I could be her… Fuck. A level head and pragmatism are two things I’ve always been able to rely on.

But the depraved caveman who enjoyed his dormant status for years is up and ready to party.

I could be her first.

“Perhaps you were always meant to be my first,” she challenges. It’s not the shy, quietI’m yoursshe threw at me before.

Her eyes dare me. Fuck. At least we are on the same page.

My cock takes her up on that offer immediately. When her eyes drop to the bulge in my jeans and she licks her lips, I abandon any and all restraint. Control. And common sense.

I pounce.

Grabbing her wrists and knocking her drink down, I whip her around and twist her arms behind her. I trap her hands between her lower back and my stomach and lower my mouth to her ear.

“This is how it’s going to go down. I’m going to make you come as many times as I please, and you will let me. Is that clear?”

Her breath hitches and she bobs her head, nodding.

“Use your words, Brook,” I growl.

“Jesus, you’re bossy.”

I push her, face down, onto the table and lift that infuriatingly short skirt of hers. I put my hand on her neck, my thumb on her pulse. An enchanting beat.

With my other hand, I trace a line up her inner thigh and cup her between her legs roughly, but not too rough.

She whimpers.

“Look at that, your pussy doesn’t seem to mind. So wet for me already. What turned you on, Brook? My little caveman performance downstairs, or my hand on your throat earlier?”

Her pulse speeds up. “Both.” The word is strangled. “But your hand more.”

“That’s what I thought.” I kiss her shoulder and then take her ear lobe into my mouth. God, her body responds so nicely. “Let’s start again, baby. I’ll let you come as many times as I please. Is that clear?” I repeat.

I continue planting kisses down her exposed back. Fucking dress. I’m going to burn it tomorrow.

“Yes,” she rasps.

“Good girl.”

Even through her panties, and with her legs practically together, I can feel her core clench. Good to know that praise works.

I continue taking my time, kissing every exposed inch of her skin, slowly cataloging every reaction.

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