Page 81 of Bound in Promise
Now that I’m on the other side—now that I’m the husband—I know I’d kill any motherfucker who dared touch her.
But I know she’d never betray me, never leave me if she had a choice.
Then why aren’t you jumping at the opportunity to keep her?
“What did I do wrong?” she asks and my heart plummets at her haunted expression, as if I really told her she was a mistake of epic proportions. “Why don’t you?—”
“I love you, Victoria. Let me handle this shit, please. I can’t chase my wife around and deal with this fucking shitshow.”
Her eyes widen in shock, and she rapidly blinks back tears as she processes my confession.
I can’t say I didn’t surprise myself either.
“Did you…”
I roll my eyes. Yes, I told her I loved her. “I’m not going to repeat myself.” The words are as much for me as for her. I’m not interested in making a fool of myself, but I’m not taking them back, either.
Victoria’s hands drop to my pants and she starts fumbling with the button.
“What are you doing?” She doesn’t answer in words, but after she frees my cock she slides her thumb from the swollen head down to my balls and her tongue darts out to swipe at her lips. Groaning, I lean forward and bite at her lower lip, pinching it sharply. She licks at my mouth before centering my length at her entrance.
I can already feel the heat of her pussy and my balls clench in anticipation. The thought of her riding me convinces me to remove my fingers. I wouldn’t fight her on this, not for anything in the world. There’s nothing that could keep me from sinking inside her and feeling her come on my cock. Nothing that could keep me from allowing this dark-haired beauty to claim sole possession of me. I’m hers. She owns every twisted part of me.
When she sinks onto my length, I groan in equal parts agony and pleasure. I fight to keep myself from pumping deeper into her. Holding still is a talent I haven’t developed or conquered yet, but I fight my base urges, for her. This is her moment. This is what she needs.
Still, what I need is to pound deep until I’ve found my release, until I’ve filled her with my seed.
Years in prison will beat the hope right out of you. After I got out, I never thought my life had room for anything beautiful in it. I never could have imagined finding myself a slave to someone so fucking beautiful as to be a near impossibility.
“Say it again,” she breathes, rising up and lowering back down at a torturously slow pace. “Don’t deny me, husband.”
That title on her lips… hearing it calls out to my long-forgotten sense of honor and to the primal side of myself that is determined to stamp the mark of my ownership on her soul.
Victoria deserves someone that will go to battle for her. That would move heaven and earth to give her what she needs. That would die for her.
It’s what she deserves.
I’ve been that person for her.
The thought is so fucking powerful that I snap my hips up, finding a new depth to her that my cock is all too eager to claim. She writhes in response, sinking so low that she grinds her clit over the base of my cock and we both moan at the sensation.
I can’t deny her a thing because I’m hers.
Anything she needs, whatever she wants, is already done. It’s hers.
“I said I love you, princess,” I growl, grabbing her ass and kneading the flesh there. “You ensnared me, enslaved me, and now I’m having a hard time freeing myself from your spell.”
Victoria cups the back of my head. Her full tits are practically in my face as she twists at my hair, forcing me to meet her gaze. “You’re loved here. This is where you’re meant to be. This is what is meant to be. Us, together, starting a new life without stupid debts and crazy arrangements.”
“Our marriage was a crazy arrangement.”
“It was your crazy arrangement. I didn’t suggest it.”
I tsk and thrust upward, filling her with my cock and pushing us to a faster rhythm. “You would’ve married me anyway, princess. You can’t deny that I’m deliciously handsome.”
“Devilish, maybe. Your attitude could use some work.”
My lips curl. Her sass will always be irresistible, even when it makes me want to turn her over my knee and spank her. “Maybe. But you like assholes. You’re the kind of princess that needs a villain to keep her in line.”
