Page 19 of Bound in Promise
Dante quirks a brow, his lips lifting in a small smirk. “Okay?” I bob my head again, keeping my attention on Liam. Not that I think he’s capable of making a break for it. Not with his hands bound and a bullet in each leg. “Perfect.”
His fingers slide from my face and find the waistband of my leggings. Then he rolls the band down, lifting my ass just enough to pull my leggings free.
My eyes fly to my husband. “What are you doing?” I gasp.
Dante jerks his head toward his nephew, his eyes not moving from my core. I flush, feeling a deep pull in my belly in response to his unwavering focus. “Watch him.”
I obey, following his orders as Dante removes one of my legs from the cotton fabric, leaving the other covered as he uses one hand to undo the button of his jeans.
“Dante—”
“I’m sorry, princess,” he murmurs so tenderly that it makes my skin tingle all over, the goosebumps spreading from my arms down to my toes. “I failed you again.”
I shake my head, my eyes still on Liam as he glares back at me. “You didn’t. You can’t be everywhere.”
“He touched you.” His grip on my upper thighs suddenly tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh. But I don’t wince, welcoming the claiming of his hands on my body. “He hit you.”
“I’m okay.”
Not really. It hurts, but I refuse to give Liam the satisfaction of knowing he’s managed to cause me pain. I don’t want him to know he’s had any effect on me, even though I’m sure I’ll have plenty of nightmares about our little road trip.
“Yeah,” Dante growls, the word almost a curse. “You’re going to be.”
And then he savagely yanks my panties to the side, guiding himself to my center and thrusting into me without any preparation. I gasp with the shock and pleasure of it. I’m more than simply damp for him and my eyes snap shut at the wet slide of his cock through my soft core. Stilling inside me, Dante’s voice pulls me out of the haze of lust.
“Eyes open, princess?—”
“You’re gonna fuck my girl right in front of me?” Liam bellows, jumping from the chair. But his legs are unable to bear his weight and he collapses to the floor almost as quickly as he stands.
I freeze in fear, but Dante’s voice is an ocean of calm washing over me. “Now. Show him.”
Lifting the gun, I squeeze off a shot, but I’m unprepared for the hard kick of the weapon in my hand. My shot goes wide, hitting the ceiling, and Liam and I both jolt.
“Don’t move,” I order, surprised at the strength of my voice.
“Fuck you,” he spits, acting like he isn’t sprawled out helpless on the floor. “Stupid fuckin’ whore. You didn’t let me fuck you, but you’re gonna let this old man?”
“Tell him,” Dante whispers in my ear before lightly nipping at the soft lobe of my ear, tugging it between his warm lips. Slowly, he begins pumping his hips. “Tell that motherfucker everything.”
“You’re a piece of shit, Liam,” I manage to get out as Dante thrusts faster, pounding me harder with each stroke. “And you’ll never touch me again.”
“Why?” Dante presses, his ragged breathing filling the room. “Who do you belong to, princess?” My lips part, my body wet and welcoming for Dante. Pleasure battles with the residual fear and apprehension in my gut, making for a confusing and intoxicating chemical cocktail in my blood. “You better fucking tell him before I’m fucking you so hard that you can’t talk. Before I’m fucking my wife,” he punctuates the words with a hard slam of his hips, his balls slapping against my pussy, “while all that piece of shit can do is watch and listen to every little moan you give me.”
“He’s my husband,” I pant. “I only want him.”
“Him, huh?” Liam leers, wincing as he tries to rearrange his legs. “You stupid bitch. He’s going to dump you on your ass the moment you get that money. You think he’s gonna save you?”
“Like what you were planning on doing?” I snap, anger momentarily drowning out my libido. “No, fuck you, Liam. I’d rather trust him with my life than you. He came to rescue me from you.”
“So that he could get the money!”
A sob mixed with a mirthless chuckle catches in my throat and I barely recognize the hysterical bubble of sound that finally breaks free. “Then so be it. I’d rather die by his hands than give you the satisfaction.”
Dante’s mouth falls to my neck as he begins to cover my skin with torturously slow, wet kisses. Maybe it’s his way of assuring me that he’d never do it. That he’d never betray me.
“I can’t wait to see you fall, Vee,” Liam tells me. “You’re gonna be begging me to save you.”
Yeah, right.
