Page 18 of Unbreakable Vow

“Yeah. You said you had a meeting—what are you doing?” I ask when he moves his hand to the hem of the nightshirt.

His hand glides beneath the thin cotton right to my hip, where he finds my panties firmly in place. “I don’t like these.” He frowns.

“My underwear?” It’s too bad; every pair is just like it.

“Yes. I don’t like them on when you’re in my bed.” He slips his fingers into the elastic and starts to tug them down.

“Why?” I grab hold of his wrist. “I mean, this is just… remember?” What was it we called it?

He scoots closer to me and looks down at my hand on his wrist.

“Our marriage won’t last long, but it will be a marriage in every sense,” he informs me.

“But we’re not married yet.”

He swats my hands away and leans further over me. “Don’t get in my way,” he warns me. “I’ve already let you get away with too much tonight. Don’t push further.”

“Or you’ll spank me again?” I can’t help the smile pulling on my lips. The spanking earlier had hurt at first, but then it got hotter and hurt more, and the next thing I knew it was like my brain had shot off into the clouds. My body hummed with electricity.

I wouldn’t hate going through that again.

“No.” His brows pull down tight. “But there are a lot of ways to punish you that you won’t like.” I know it’s supposed to be a warning, but I’m not sure I’m taking it that way.

He yanks my panties down to my ankles, then wiggles them off my feet before throwing them across the room.

My breath catches when his hand rests on my thigh.

“Sergei. I—” My words die as he glides further up my leg, shoving my nightshirt up around my waist.

My face heats and I have to look away. I don’t want to see the disappointment in his face when he realizes I’m soft in too many places.

“Ty takoy velikolepnyy.” He grumbles the words and I’m waiting for him to throw the blankets back over me and roll away.

“Open your eyes.” He brushes the back of his knuckles over my stomach, down further through the small patch of curls I leave when I shave.

When I open them, I find him staring down at me.

“Open your legs for me.” He scoots closer to me, and his hard cock presses against my hip.

“I’m not sure we should… I mean… maybe we should wait.”

He fists my curls and pulls.

Tears spring to my eyes, but a liquid heat pools between my thighs at the same time.

“Open your legs for me. Don’t make me tell you a third time, or you’ll go to sleep unhappy.”

Again, a threat I’m not sure I’m taking the right way.

“You’re nervous and tense. I want to help you relax and sleep.” His voice is softer.

“Oh!” Immediate relief floods me, and I press my knees together tighter. “You don’t have to do that. I mean, you can’t. I won’t. It doesn’t work for me.”

“You’re rambling again.” He cocks an eyebrow. “What do you mean it doesn’t work?”

I’m going to need sunscreen for my face with all this damn blushing he’s making me do. Thankfully, I don’t think he can see it with the lights off.

“I mean I can’t.”

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