Page 11 of Unbreakable Vow

Every time she wiggles in the passenger seat beside me now because her ass hurts from the spanking I gave her, it’s a reminder of her disobedience.

The embrace of subspace has worn off, leaving her ass sore. Maybe it will be a deterrent for future disobedience.

Though looking at her, I doubt it.

She has no idea how easily she can cause trouble or fall into it.

Trying to sell information to me?

What if it hadn’t been me she contacted? What if it had been another family she’d overheard about, and she went to them? She wouldn’t find herself sitting so pretty then.

She has no idea how dangerous the world is.

That much is apparent.

She also doesn’t have any idea how fucking beautiful she is, or she wouldn’t have been trying to cover up that gorgeous ass with that long sweater.

When I pulled down her leggings and saw how beautiful she was beneath, I nearly pulled my cock out right there and fucked her against my desk.

I didn’t—but only because she’d been so defiant.

Rewarding her after being so naughty would have only confused her about my intentions.

“This is my building; you can park in the small lot behind it. You have to go through the alley though.” She points to the entranceway coming up on my right.

I pull into the three-spot lot and park in the last open spot.

“Thanks for the ride.” She opens her door and pops out the moment I have the car in park.

This woman!

I jump out of my side and slam the door.

“You should wait for me to open your door,” I inform her as I round the car to the front, meeting her at the walkway.

She looks up at me, her cheeks still a little pink from all the blushing she did in my office. Her hair is smoothed back down with all the finger combing she did in the car. Her lips are plump and ready to be kissed. And fuck, I want to kiss them. And more.

This woman is dangerous.

It will be a good thing, dropping her at home, and then I can get on the phone and arrange the marriage contracts and ceremony. A quick visit with a judge, a contract that protects me from any sort of legal bullshit she might try afterward, and we’ll stay married long enough for the business to be turned over to my name.

Then I can cut ties and move on.

As little contact with her as possible is probably the best way to do this. Otherwise, I’ll want to fuck her every second she’s with me, and other than consummating the marriage, she probably isn’t expecting that.

Or I can spend the next month fucking her whenever I want, because she’s my wife.

Already, she’s getting too much into my head.

“Fine. If I’m ever in your car again, I’ll wait for you to open it.” She rolls her eyes and walks ahead of me, her keys in her hand.

I clench my teeth. Arguing with her will only make me want to punish her once more, and if I get those leggings down again, I’m not going to stop with just touching her wet, hot pussy.

She pushes the side door open to the building and leads me down a short set of stairs to the basement apartment.

“Oh, no.” She stops on the last step, and I look down at what she’s seeing.

Water pools in the hallway outside her door.

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