Page 10 of Unbreakable Vow

“Delicious,” he says.

I close my eyes.

“Let’s get you dressed.” He pulls my clothes back up and eases me off his desk, carefully sitting me on the chair again.

I blink a few times and take a deep breath. My ass burns and throbs, but I’m too confused to worry about it.

He squats in front of me. In his expensive suit, he gets down to my eye level and brushes my hair from my eyes.

“I’m going to have to find another way of punishing you, I think.” An arrogant grin sits on his lips. “You’ll be okay in a moment. Rest here. We’ll leave when you’re ready.”

“Leave for where?” I ask, the fog finally starting to lift.

“I’m taking you home.”

“I have my car.” I take a deep breath, shake my head a little to clear the rest of the cobwebs.

“I’ll have it brought to you later. I’m taking you home. No arguments.” He lifts his eyebrow.

I’m sure he wants to threaten me with another spanking, but I’m not entirely positive I would fight it. I feel as though I’ve just had a deep muscle massage. But in the interest of getting through this next month and getting the money I need, I simply nod.

Fine. We can do things his way.

“Don’t look so smug. The next time I punish you, you won’t be feeling this good.” He tweaks my nose and moves to his feet, taking out his phone.

He gets on a call and starts barking orders in Russian and it gives me a moment to recap the last hour in my mind.

I’m getting the money for my mom.

And I’m marrying a Russian mobster.

This woman is a surprise.

The first time I set eyes on her, she was pressed into a corner with her boss’ finger jabbing at her while he berated her for something. I’d vowed to my cousin that I’d keep the asshole’s finger if he touched her.

Lucky for the boss, he backed off when he noticed me walking past them.

I’d wanted to go to her then and demand her name, her number, and her address so I could go to her when the need struck me. But then I saw the tiredness in her eyes and decided not to make what seemed to be a bad day maybe worse.

Not that what I wanted to do with her would make her unhappy. I’ve never had a woman leave my bed unsatisfied.

But she would be leaving my bed right after, and something about her told me she wasn’t the one-night stand sort.

I should have intervened that day.

Because whatever trouble she’s in that made her think coming to me with an extortion plan was a good option must be worse.

I recognized her immediately when I saw her walk through the front doors of the club. It was only a moment later that I got the call from Dimitri that she wanted to see me.

Getting married hadn’t been my intention when I stepped into my office. I’d only thought to hear what she had to say, curious as to why a waitress would want to meet me. But then she’d spilled her information.

It seems I can solve my problem with the inheritance from my grandmother and fix whatever her problem is at the same time.

A quick marriage, get the paperwork all settled, then send her on her way.

Whatever her problem is, the money will fix it. In the meantime, she’ll be a good distraction from the mess of taking over my mother’s estranged family’s business.

And after witnessing how she reacted to my discipline, she’s going to be a fun distraction.

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