Page 28 of Ruthless Vow

“Stop calling me that.”

He takes another step forward. I force myself not to take a step back.

I raise the gun to his perfect face.

“I will shoot you,” I tell him.

“Then do it. Shoot me. Finish what you started. Avenge your father.”

My hand starts to shake, and my heart is pounding out of my chest. What is this? Reverse psychology? He doesn’t think I’ll pull the trigger?

“Do it,” he growls again, a repeat of his words from the yacht.

So I do it.

I lower the gun and I shoot him in his already injured leg.

Only…there’s no sharp retort, no echo, no recoil, no shell ejection.

Just a click.

The gun is empty.

The next instant, the weapon is out of my hand and in Leo’s, who tosses it atop the chest of drawers as his other hand wraps around my throat.

He pushes me down onto the bed, straddling me, his knees on either side of my hips as my fingers close around his wrist, trying to break his iron hold.

“You think I’d leave a loaded gun where you could easily grab it?” he says, his voice like whiskey and velvet, his face close to mine. “It was a test, little wolf. Just to see how ruthless you are. And you are ruthless as fuck. You’re just not a killer.”

Before I can say anything or fully process what just happened, he grabs a handful of my hair, tugging it painfully tight as he crushes his mouth against mine, his kiss rough and deep. I gasp with surprise against his lips.

His tongue twines with mine. His teeth graze me. His fingers twist through my hair.

And I kiss him back, opening to his invasion, meeting the thrust of his tongue.

He shifts his weight so he has me pinned beneath him, trapped.

The feel of him, the taste of him… Everything about Leo Russo now consumes me—his dark and spicy scent, the weight of his body on top of me. The hard ridge of his cock against my thigh.

He’s hard. He’s hard for me. After I held a gun on him and pulled the trigger.

He’s absolutely fucking crazy.

And I’m crazy too because I’m kissing him back and moaning his name even though I don’t know why. Clearly, I’ve completely lost my mind.

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Leo

Nicole is my captive,my prisoner. My plaything.

I spent years failing to notice her, a lapse I have now remedied. Ever since that morning on the yacht, I not only notice her, I can’t stop thinking about her.

But is started even earlier than that, it started the night she watched me fuck another woman’s mouth. The way she looked at me… I wanted to fuckhermouth.

She arranged an attack on my yacht, held a gun on me, threatened my life. I noticed her then, seeing her as if for the first time. Not the ugly clothes and unflattering hairstyle. I sawher. My wolf. And I wanted to fuck her. Fuck her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Make her submit to me.

When I had her cuffed and hanging from the chain, glaring at me, too stubborn to give in to her fear, I wanted to fuck her. Make her want me. Make her want to submit to me.

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