Page 77 of Unbreakable Vow

“I will bend you over and fuck your ass until I’ve filled you up with every drop of my cum. And then.” I scrape my teeth across the sensitive skin behind her ear. “I will decide if you took my cock well enough to earn a reward.”

Her breath hitches and her throat works as she swallows.

“If I lift up this dress, will I find your pussy soaked for me?” I ask and she moans. A soft sound, meant only for me.

“Sergei?” A voice from a lifetime ago intrudes on the moment, cutting off Cora’s response. “It is you.”

Growling at the intrusion, I straighten, grabbing Cora’s hand and pulling her tightly to my side.

“I thought I saw you, but the lighting is so bad in here, I wasn’t sure.” Her crystal blue eyes are outlined in black and brought out by the shimmering deep blue eyeshadow.

“Victoria.” Her name tastes acidic.

She steps closer, sweeping her gaze over Cora before giving her one of her plastic smiles.

“You must be Mrs. Petrov.” She inclines her head.

“Cora,” Cora answers simply, squeezing my hand.

“I heard you married.” She swings her gaze back up to mine while straightening her spine. In one hand she’s cuppinga silver clutch that matches the shimmering silver and lavender gown that’s hugging her body. Her breasts pour out of the low neckline. A single teardrop diamond hangs in her cleavage.

“Yes.” I’m already bored with the conversation.

“You needed to, right?” She tilts her head a little to the side. “Your grandmother must not have given you much time to find a bride.”

Cora stiffens beside me.

“I’m sorry, we’re being rude.” She turns toward Cora. “I’m Victoria Rosmonavich.”

“Rosmonavich. I’ve heard that name tonight a few times,” Cora says politely.

“My grandfather was a large donor. I think there’s a wing or something named after him.” Victoria glances up toward me with hooded eyes. “You are looking well.”

Cora wiggles her fingers in my grasp.

“You too,” I say, keeping my voice civil.

“Sergei.” She steps closer to me. “I never apologized, not really, for what happened between us.”

Cora’s body stiffens beside me again. With a small yank, she tries to get free of my grasp, but she’s going nowhere. She’s mine. She’s who I want. And I won’t let this witch of a woman scare her off.

“It was a long time ago, Victoria. And things worked out for the best,” I say firmly enough so she understands I want no part in any game she’s cooking up in her mind.

She sighs, moves back a pace and smiles warmly at Cora.

“We were engaged,” she says to Cora, as though it explains anything that needs explaining. “I was foolish enough to let him go.”

Victoria’s eyelids drop a fraction, and she dips her chin when she returns her attention to me. This look I remember well. She’s being coy.

“I guess your loss is my gain.” Cora laughs, but it’s forced.

“I do love your dress.” Victoria touches the beaded lace. “Genova Romanov?” She leans toward Cora. “She’s his favorite dressmaker in the city.”

“Yes.” Cora’s smile never wavers, but her fingers clench mine.

“She’s the only dressmaker in the city my family does business with,” I qualify, hoping to reassure Cora that it’s not a big deal that they’ve both been to Genova’s salon. “I was lucky she could get us in this week.”

“Both of you?” Victoria’s eyes widen. “You went with her to the appointment?”

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