Page 58 of Unbreakable Vow

Cora bends over the sink,brushing her teeth in the bathroom when I get to our bedroom.

“You’re still up.” I lean against the doorjamb, watching. Her hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail at the top of her head, and her face is freshly washed. She wears minimal makeup typically, which is refreshing from all the painted-on faces I see in the media and at the absurd business parties I attend from time to time.

Cora is a real woman, not some fabricated image she wants to put forth. Everything about her is exactly as she is—pure.

She wipes her mouth with a washcloth and looks at me through the mirror.

“I was reading, time got away from me.” She tosses the washcloth into the hamper. “You missed dinner,” she says, turning around and leaning her ass against the countertop. She’s wearing a nightshirt that hits her mid-thigh.

Having her thighs wrapped around me while I sink into her silky warmth has been on the top of my thoughts since the last time my cock was sheathed by her pussy.

Fuck. I’ve barely made it a full day without fucking her and all I can think about is getting my cock in her again.

“I had a meeting.”

“You have a lot of meetings.” She presses her hands against the counter and lifts herself up to sit beside the sink. Her ankles cross.

I step into the bathroom, unbuttoning my shirt and peeling it from my body. It’s like peeling off a second skin. This suit and tie I wear to attend board meetings, and meetings with accountants. The pretense that I’m more than a mob boss whose body is scarred with the truth of my past.

“It’s going to be worse next week. The Kustov businesses have officially been put in my hands.”

“You’re the sole owner?”

“I’m the biggest owner. There’s a board and trustees, it’s not as simple as one person. But I own enough of the company for it to be mine.”

After my shirt hits the hamper, I reach for my belt, quickly shucking out of my pants.

Her legs slide open for me, when I get close to her, and I step between them, already wanting nothing more than to drag her ass to the edge of the counter and shove my cock into her tight, hot pussy.

“So, now that you own it, or the majority of it, are you going to keep running it the way your grandmother did, or are you making changes?” She leans back on her hands.

It’s so normal, this conversation.

A married couple just having an easy exchange while they get ready for bed.

Except we’re not a normal couple.

And I have more plans than just going to sleep.

Caging her in, I press my hands to the counter on either side of her.

“No. I’m not doing anything like my grandmother.” I inhale her. She smells of vanilla and honey.

“No?” Her eyes fixate on my mouth. Does she want me to kiss her?

I want to devour her.

“I’m going to break the company into tiny pieces and sell them off to the highest bidder as soon as I’m allowed.” I lean down and kiss her shoulder where the nightshirt has slipped and exposed her skin.

“You’re going to kill the company?” she asks. “Is the company in bad shape?”

I drag my nose along her shoulder to her jaw and kiss her chin. “It’s doing great. Makes more money than I could ever spend in my lifetime. Not the point.”

“I don’t understand.” She gently pushes one hand against my shoulder. “You got married so you could take possession of a company you’re not going to run? You’re just going to sell it all off?”

“I could just run it into the ground, that idea had merit, but the board would make it impossible. And this way, I’ll walk away much richer.” I level my eyes to hers.

“You don’t want it?”

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