Page 32 of Solemn Vow

I grit my teeth. Part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and leave it unlocked.

But the reasonable part, the adult part of my brain reaches over and bolts the door.

“Good girl.” His voice vibrates through the door.

Since he can’t see me, and since I already used up my adult energy, I stick my tongue out at the door.

He’s not going to think I’m such a good girl tomorrow.

His.

He thinks he can just claim me like that?

Like I’m just a thing he can pick up and put in his pocket?

Fuck that.

I wasn’t kidding. I don’t want to be his or anyone else’s.

That little twinge in my chest? I’m going to ignore it.

I have things to do.

Forgetting all about Viktor Petrov is the first one on my list.

Marlena stepsout of her apartment building, pulling a hood up over her head when the chill of the morning air hits her face.

It’s barely six, and the sun hasn’t even touched the sky yet, but I know my girl no matter the lighting.

And as I knew she would, she looks down the street one way then the other before shuffling to the bus stop on the corner.

I climb out of my car, easing the door shut so as not to alarm her just yet to my presence. She must think she is the first person to attempt to avoid me.

Though if I were a weaker man, I might take offense that my woman would sneak out under the cloak of the morning darkness to avoid a ride with me.

She’s not afraid of me, and she’s not as against being mine as she says she is. The woman has no idea how easily I can read her expressions.

I will agree that there’s something inside her that wants to put distance between us, but it’s a fear… Not of me, but something else that stops her from accepting her fate.

I fall into step behind her, far enough that she doesn’t suspect my presence, but close enough that she won’t get away from me if she does spot me and tries to make a run for it.

A part of me, the dark, depraved part of me, hopes she tries to escape. The catch will be so much fun.

For me.

She will end up with a red, hot ass for her trouble. And she could forget about work. I’ll have her tied to my bed until I get tired of sinking my cock into that hot sheath of hers.

Only when she’s crying my name in pleasure, begging for absolution, will I consider letting her up again. And not until she’s sworn she’ll never run again will I undo the bondage.

Fuck.

Just imagining her body squirming on my bed, arms bound to the headboard, her bare chest heaving from our time together makes my cock hard as a rock. I quickly adjust the steel rod in my jeans and force the imagery from my mind.

She ducks into the coffee shop at the corner, and I quickly follow her, glowering at a man who set his eyes on her as he passed. When he notices me, he puts his head down and hurries out the door.

Smart man.

“A venti caramel latte with an extra shot,” she orders.

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