Page 3 of Ruthless Vow

Square jaw, razor-sharp cheekbones, luscious mouth, his lower lip fuller than his upper. He is all hard edges and cruel lines, but he’s absolutely beautiful—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life.

He strokes the woman between her legs while he slaps her ass, a look of aggressive pleasure on his face, his perfect mouth drawn in a taut line. She moans and gasps.

Heat blooms low in my belly. I wet my lips, shocked, aroused.

Again, Leo smacks the woman’s ass.

The crack of sound reaches inside me and twists a tight knot of lust. I’m wet between my legs, a tingling heat spreading up to my breasts, hardening my nipples.

My mouth is dry, my breathing shallow.

Why don’t I move, leave, run? Why do I stand here watching… yearning? What’s wrong with me?

Leo strokes the woman faster. Her breath comes fast and rough as she squirms against the desktop, panting, whimpering. He slaps her ass again, harder than before, and grunts the order, “Come.”

As if she had been waiting for his permission, she cries out, her whole body drawing tight, her head thrown back as she obeys.

She collapses, her breathing ragged as Leo strides around the desk to the other side. He grabs the woman’s hair, pulling her head back as he unzips his fly. His cock juts out. I stare, because just like the rest of him, Leo’s cock is gorgeous. Long and thick and hard. And…

Oh my god. His cock is pierced, a curved bar adorning the thick, smooth head, a stud at each end.

He pushes his cock past the woman’s lips, into her mouth, deep into her throat. She moans as she sucks him, eager, her hips thrusting against the desktop as if her orgasm has given her no relief.

I stare, wondering how she can take so much of him and still breathe, how she can take so much and not choke.

And then I wonder how much I could take.

I want to take all of him.

For an instant, just an instant, I am that woman on the desk, Leo’s hand twisted in my hair, pulling my head back so he can fill my mouth, my throat.

I’m shocked by my thoughts, by how turned on I am. Horrified, because this is Leo Russo, the man who killed myfather. I hate him. I want him to pay with his life for what he’s done. Of course I do.

I gasp and stumble back.

The sound catches his attention.

His gaze shoots to mine. Our eyes lock. He keeps fucking the woman’s mouth, long, deep strokes, but he doesn’t look away. I’m pinned by those cold, emotionless eyes.

And I know he sees me. He seesme, the woman I am inside.

His lips curve in a cruel smile.

“Want to join us?” he asks, his voice smoke and gravel.

His fathomless, dark gaze holds mine and freezes me in place for what feels like hours, but I know it’s only a second before I turn and run.

My shame quickly turns to embarrassed anger. And anger makes it so much easier to hate him again.

For a moment, just a moment, I’d forgotten to do that.

2

Nicole

I standon the swim deck of the Luciana, the Russo family yacht, sleek lines of white and chrome, the teak decks polished to perfection, nothing but endless sky and deep blue ocean in all directions.

The guards who normally patrol the decks are nowhere to be seen. I’d distracted the chef this morning and slipped benzos into their breakfast. They’re sleeping like babies. I could start a side business—‘Nap Time Ninjas: Covert Guard Management.’ At this rate, I’ll be running a loyalty program in no time.

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