Page 96 of Reckless Vow

Unreasonably.

The door to his apartment opens and we stumble out. Baldo grabs my ass and lifts me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I start unbuttoning his shirt.

I want to kiss him so badly, but this is not the time or place to cross that bridge. This is for him.

For the boy who waited for me.

For the boy who had been wondering for years why I never came.

For the man who learned last night that another one—a monster—took what was his.

So I’m not going to kiss him. I’m just going to remember how his lips felt on mine.

Because I still remember. Because even if Baldo Cassinetti never kisses me again, I’ll forever remember his kisses.

By the time we stumble to his bed, I’m yanking at his shirt, sliding it down his shoulders. He lays me on the mattress and lowers one knee beside me. He sheds the sleeves, dropping the shirt to the floor.

I undo my jeans and lift my hips. He yanks them off, along with my underwear.

I sit up to reach for his zipper, but he grabs my wrist and shakes his head.

“Baldo, I want to take care of you. You’ve done so much for me, and I want to reciprocate.”

He cups my cheeks and lowers his forehead to mine. There is a war waging in his eyes, but his features soften. “Then be a good girl and do as I say.”

His eyes flare with visceral need, and just the idea that he needs me to sate that hunger sets my heart to a gallop.

“Okay,” I whisper, and lie down, spreading my legs wide. “I’m yours,” I repeat, and he groans.

Staring between my thighs with so much admiration that it makes me shy, he puts his hands on my knees, applying slight pressure. My skin burns under his touch.

“So fucking beautiful, Brook. Your pussy is the prettiest thing in the world. And already glistening with need, you greedy girl.”

I cover my eyes with my forearms. I’m no prude, but his words bring heat to my cheeks.

But of course, he pries my arms away from my face immediately. “Don’t hide. You and your pussy are gorgeous.”

He takes his time kissing each knuckle of my hands. First one, then the other.

He’s kneeling between my legs, and I’m spread wide, on display, while he continues with his gentle routine of kissing my fingers. It’s weird and arousing at the same time.

The man puts me into the most vulnerable positions, and I always feel more empowered in them, loving every moment.

And most importantly, getting out of my head minute by minute. And that is so new and scary. Wonderfully scary.

Baldo reaches into his drawer and pulls out something. He sits back on his haunches, holding a bottle of lube and a fairly large dildo. Oh my.

He squirts the transparent gel on the toy and a soft humming noise fills the air. He looks at me and I shudder.

Settling his face between my thighs, he gets to work with a dedication that will kill me one day. And what a way to go.

“Hmmmm,” he hums. “You smell like me and sex.”

Fuck, I forgot I left in a hurry this morning. “I should have showered.” My legs jerk to close, but the man is relentless and pins them back down, spreading me even farther.

“Don’t you dare. Stay like this,” he commands. “Don’t move, my dirty girl.”

He swirls his tongue around my clit, while he nudges my opening with the vibrator.

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