Page 59 of Ruthless Vow

I fuck, each thrust deep and hard, the feeling of her tight cunt so perfect.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips, pulling me closer, tighter, her cheek pressed to my chest.

Her whole body trembles and she takes little gasping breaths.

My orgasm builds in waves, each thrust winding the tension tighter.

Beneath me, Nicole eyes go wide, her back arching, every muscle straining as she comes, her cunt tightening around my cock like a fist.

I come with a roar, wave after wave of release shooting through me.

Her arms tighten around me, and mine around her.

21

Nicole

A week passes.I fill my nights with Leo or rather, Leo fills me. Other than not getting very much restful sleep, I have no complaints, whatsoever.

During the days, I explore the massive interior and the equally massive exterior of Leo’s house. But I don’t venture any further than the electrified fence that surrounds the grounds. Until my aunt is located, I know there’s a target on my forehead. She wants me dead. And…I don’t want to die.

It’s frustrating and disappointing and, frankly, heartbreaking to know my aunt has now tried to kill me twice, but it is what it is. I’m nothing if not practical.

Sabina lives in the guest house but this week she’s been gone, visiting a friend in New York. So, it’s just been me and Leo. And a highly trained security team, armed to the teeth.

And Charlie. Leo had Luca bring him the first morning after my arrival. Luca arrived with the cat carrier, food, toys, litter boxes, three cat trees of varying heights that have been set up next to different windows, and a portable catio. Charlie has never been so happy.

I can’t go for my regular runs, so every day I do yoga and make use of Leo’s state-of-the-art home gym which is equipped with weights, kettle bells, a heavy bag, an elliptical, a stationary bike, and a rowing machine. Unfortunately, no treadmill. I’ve been doing laps in the pool. I’m not a great swimmer, but I can make it from one end to the other.

It’s a gorgeous pool with a sleek, infinity edge design. At the deep end is a waterfall. At the shallow end are four submerged loungers, so I can enjoy the sun while staying cool in the water. To one side is a large cabana draped in sheer white curtains. To the other side is a row of palm trees, separated by beds of desert flowers.

Leo finds me sitting on one of the submerged loungers reading a thick biography. Honestly, having so much leisure time doesn’t make me feel relaxed and luxurious. It makes me feel overly hedonistic and extremely anxious. I want to be doing something useful.

What I really want is my old job. I miss it. But that hasn’t exactly been offered up on a silver platter and I haven’t asked.

I may currently be sharing Leo’s bed, but sharing his private business files is another matter entirely. The most he’s let me do is check over Luca’s daily to-do list and make corrections to any glaring errors.

There are a lot of glaring errors.

I miss working with Leo. I miss the responsibility of making daily decisions that matter to the running of all the myriad arms of his businesses. I miss having him ask my opinion and then listen attentively to my reply. I miss the way he relied on me, trusted me.

And I feel sorry for Luca because he absolutely hates this job. At least he got a break today. Leo sent him to Reno to oversee…something. Something about a supply chain issue. I’m not exactly in the loop.

I look up as Leo exits the house and strides over to stand beside me, his tall form throwing a shadow across me. “Sabina returns today,” he says.

That’s terrifying.

I know that Leo’s brothers were part of the operation to locate me. They’d been integral in helping him find me before Danila could put a bullet in my head. They knew the basics about why I’d done what I’d done and, as far as I know, they haven’t asked for my head. Which, quite honestly, is as much as I can hope for at this point.

But Sabina is different.

She’s a Russo, of course, so she’s fully aware of what goes on in the shadows. But she’s largely not a part of it. She lives a relatively normal life, for an extremely rich girl only recently out of college. Someone with her affluence and influence might look down at someone on the payroll like me. But she’d always been kind to me. Friendly, even. She’d trusted me, accepted me at family functions, and even gone out of her way to make me feel welcome.

But that fateful day on the yacht…the way she looked at me—it was like she’d been faced with a demon straight out of hell itself. A demon sent to kill everyone she loved.

Just the thought of it, the guilt, makes hot tears prick at my eyes. I swallow them down and attempt to compose myself.

“Okay…” I say slowly, shading my eyes with my hand as I look up at him. “Thank you for letting me know. When she arrives, I…I want to talk to her privately. I don’t know what she knows about…” I wave my hand in a vague gesture. “About all of this, but I want to explain it all as best as I can.”

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