Page 22 of Bound in Promise
Victoria starts to relax, resting her elbow on my shoulder while she holds my gun in her hand. She’s never been so goddamn alluring.
Victoria might be a princess, but she has the heart of a survivor, a warrior. I never thought I’d be this drawn to a woman after Gabriella fucked me over, but Victoria snuck under all my defenses.
“Harder,” she begs, face twisted in pleasure. “I missed you.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, holding her hips and pumping as deep as I can. “I missed you, too, princess.”
Victoria whimpers, fueling my need to hear more. I love listening to her react to my touch. I want to memorize the soundtrack of her pleasure. She makes me want to write symphonies again.
Fuck what Liam has to say, Victoria won’t be leaving my sight until this mob shit is done.
And, even then, I’m fucked.
The thought of leaving her in Paris makes an uneasy knot tighten in my chest. I can’t remember life before her. These last few weeks have been jumbled and chaotic. Everything I’ve worked to distance myself from has sucked me right back in.
Victoria wasn’t supposed to be part of my life in the States. I had just planned on laying low, going through the motions, and just waiting until the devil finally claimed me as his own.
Now I have a wife, a woman who finds herself in perilous predicaments, a woman I’m borderline obsessive over.
“I’m going to come,” Victoria gasps softly, suddenly clutching onto my bicep with her free hand. Her nails bite into my skin as her fingers flex and I welcome the bite of her pleasure. “Oh my God, Dante…”
“Be as loud as you want, sweetheart. You know how much I love hearing you scream on my cock.”
Victoria breaks, her voice rising in sharp cries. This woman does not give a shit when she’s coming apart. She lets the whole world know that she’s being claimed, that I’m filling her, and that she fucking loves it.
Her greedy cunt squeezes my cock, wringing my own orgasm from me as I bottom out. I hold Victoria tighter, pulling her hard into my chest as she collapses against me.
I wish I could revel in this moment. However, I have a piece of shit, blood-related asshole behind me.
Pressing a kiss to Victoria’s forehead, I tuck myself back into my boxers. “I’ll clean you up when we get to the hotel, princess. But…I’m not going to lie. We might not make it there before I have to have you again.”
My wife claims my lips in a quick, hungry kiss before allowing me to help her redress.
Now, back to my nephew.
Carefully taking my gun back from Victoria, I turn and find Liam still sitting on the chipped tiled floor, weak and helpless.
“Now, what are we going to do with you?”
His expression is stony and he doesn’t say a word. I don’t know what I expected from him, but at least he isn’t begging for his life. If he did, he wouldn’t be a Moretti.
“You’re a waste of space,” I continue. “And I really don’t need you.”
Victoria comes to my side and hooks a finger into one of my belt loops, an innocent search for comfort. But she remains silently supportive at my side.
“What do you want me to say?” Liam is practically foaming at the mouth. “‘You won?’ How about ‘fuck you’ instead?”
“You need to get more original comebacks, kid.” Liam rolls his eyes and then slides his attention to Victoria. I immediately go on the defensive, stepping in front of her to block his view. “You don’t look at her. You don’t even think about her. The last thing you’re going to see is my gun, not my wife.”
Liam smirks and glances back at me. “Does it bother you? That I fucked her first?”
My arm rises, leveling my weapon on him, and that’s when Victoria decides to step in.
“How can we use him?”
I clench my jaw, feeling the muscle tick. I’m proud of her question, of her focus on us, but… “We can’t, princess. He has no value in this mess if he’s not your husband. He kidnapped you, he beat you bloody, for God’s sake.”
“He’s scared, Dante?—”
