Page 48 of Unbreakable Vow

“Soon, I’m taking you here,” he promises as he pushes up to a knuckle. “Your ass will suck my cock as greedily as your pussy does.” He thrusts harder into me.

My eyes roll with the thought.

“Such a good girl now, right? You’re my good girl now.” He plows harder.

He reaches between me and the bed, brushing away my hand. He takes my clit between his fingers, pinching hard until I’m screaming.

Not from the pain.

From the orgasm ripping through my body, stealing my sanity.

Only when I’m voiceless does he pull his finger from my ass to grip my hips harder. He holds me down against the mattress and fucks me even harder. I didn’t think it was possible to feel so powerless and strong at the same time.

He thrusts again and again and then stills over me.

A roar, worthy of any king of the jungle, fills the room as he finds his own release.

It’s a moment later that I feel him slide from me.

“Stay here, don’t move,” he orders softly. A heartbeat later, a warm washcloth is pressed against me. He gently cleans me, and wipes between my ass cheeks too.

My face flames with embarrassment.

“I can do that.” I start to reach behind me, but he only grunts to put me back in line.

I’m too tired now to fight with him, so I let him finish washing me. When he’s done, I climb into bed and under the covers I left over an hour ago to say good night to him.

The bed dips when he climbs in. I roll to my side, unsure if I want to see his face or not, and he pulls me into him. My bare ass presses against his hard body.

He kisses me behind my ear. It’s a gentle kiss, something I wouldn’t think he’d be capable of, considering how hard he was fucking me only minutes ago.

“I’m sorry I threw the glass,” I whisper into the darkness of the room.

He grunts.

“Will it be like this for the entire year?” I ask.

He wraps his arm tighter around me.

“Go to sleep, Cora.” He nuzzles my hair.

“Don’t you think we should put some boundaries in place?”

“No.”

“It might be a good idea.”

He rolls me to my back and hovers over my face, brushing my hair away.

“There are no boundaries with us,” he says. “And if you try to put them up, I will tear them down.”

His jaw clenches after he speaks.

I only nod. There’s no sense in arguing tonight.

I have a year to figure out how I’m going to get out of this mess without getting my heart trampled on.

He may not want boundaries, but there has to be.

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