Page 46 of Vows From Hell

His lips an inch away from mine, his cock probed the lower part of my stomach. With each passing second, the atmosphere was more tense. His tight hold on my throat and the lust in his eyes made me insane.

He made me insane.

And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Micah brushed his soft, plump limps against me. His teasing made something twitch in the pit of my stomach. A look of defiance flashed behind the forest green eyes, promising a night filled with twisted desires and sadistic words.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Micah released my throat and cursed under his breath, but not before ensuring his hands didn’t leave a permanent mark. With a look of anger, he turned on his heel and started walking downstairs.

Still hot from the encounter, I cleared my throat and followed closely behind him.

The doorbell rang again.

“Please don’t tell me it’s the police.’’

“I wish,’’ he mumbled. “This one is far more annoying to deal with.’’

Micah swung the door open, and a young man brushed right past him.

He had white hair.

It wasn’t just bleached blonde. It was white, as in pearl white, as in one of the brightest hair colors I’d seen. It was memorable and it definitely suited him. His defined jaw, cute nose, and gray eyes that seemed to bore into me were pretty.

Then he smiled at me and revealed a tooth gem. His canines were sharp, and he decorated one with a diamond gem. Undoubtedly, it was a real diamond, worth only the Lord knew how much.

What a pretty boy.

“And if you so much as look at him again, he’ll be a pretty dead boy.’’

I slapped my hand over my mouth, realizing I’d voiced my thoughts. A laugh followed from the pretty boy, and it sounded angelic.

“You.’’ Micah pointed a finger in his direction. “Leave before I shoot you where you stand.’’

“Oh, come on,’’ the pretty boy responded with an eye roll. “How can you be so cruel? After everything we’ve been through?”

“What the fuck did we ever go through together?”

Pretty boy grinned devilishly. “That passionate night in the rain, just the two of us in the middle of nowhere.’’

Micah’s reaction mimicked mine — eyes widened, mouth down to the floor.

“Our car fucking broke down in the middle of nowhere. Stop spouting nonsense.’’

I laughed loudly, and the pretty boy’s attention was back on me.

He approached me and took my hand in his, kissing the back of it while giving me a small bow, a smirk on his face.

“Arlo De Santis, it’s a pleasure to meet you.’’

My cheeks flushed.

This boy was so damn adorable.

“Storm.’’

He grinned. “I know. I’m a big fan.’’

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