Page 237 of By His Vow

Our eyes hold in the mirror as I silently plead for him to give me what I crave.

His fingers twitch around my throat before he releases me, and disappointment floods through my veins. But then he wraps a hand around one of my wrists and then the other, plucking them from the counter and pulling them behind my back.

My body tenses to stay in position, and Kingston groans as I grip his cock tightly in the process.

“Damn, Tate,” he mutters, holding both of my wrists behind my back in one hand before the other returns to my throat. “Fuck, you just gushed,” he gasps in surprise. “You like that?”

I nod—not that it’s necessary.

“Dirty, dirty girl,” he muses darkly, nothing but unfiltered heat and awe in his eyes.

My lids lower as he circles his hips, hitting me so deeply I feel it in every inch of my body.

“Eyes on me, Brat,” he demands. “Watch as your husband fucks you.”

“Oh god,” I whimper, forcing my eyes open.

His grip on my throat tightens as his powerful thrusts pick up pace.

My release surges forward, my greedy pussy trying to take him deeper.

More.

I need more.

I always need more. And that’s a real fucking problem where Kingston is concerned.

I can’t have it.

All I can have is this.

A year of this, and then he’s going to cut me free.

Send me back out into the world as if the previous twelve months didn’t mean anything.

I stare into the dark green depths of his eyes and my heart seizes in my chest.

It’s been three weeks and already I’m feeling things I told myself I wouldn’t. I’m being swept up by this man and his magnificent cock.

Already, the thought of walking away at the end of this makes my heart race, and not in a good way.

How the hell am I going to do it after a year?

A year of him worming his way under my skin?

I want to say that he’ll annoy me so much that it’ll never happen. But it already is.

It already has.

And I already know I’m not going to survive it.

59

TATUM

Unsurprisingly, we’re the last people down for breakfast.

I’m a mess as we walk in, my emotions all over the place, my body tender, my eyes sore from lack of sleep. Having everyone’s eyes turn on me the second Kian helpfully announces our entrance to the huddle of tables waiting for us only makes the war carrying out inside me worse.

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