Page 8 of Deadly Don's Savage Vows

His body was made for me. Everything about him seems perfect. The way he moves, the way he is touching me - and the way he fits inside me - I can’t get enough.

The desire is building by the second.

I’m not thinking about anything but him - and this moment - and it is pure bliss.

His cock slams into me as he speeds up, burying himself so deep inside me I feel like he might split me apart. But somehow I still want more of him.

I arch my back and he slips his hand beneath my ass, lifting my hips up towards him as he fucks me harder and harder.

Until I can’t bear it for another second.

My legs shake, my body goes rigid, and an orgasm more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life explodes through me.

He gets harder inside me and erupts with his own pleasure.

I take a long time to catch my breath.

My heart is racing again, but for a different reason.

He slowly pulls out of me, brushing the hair away from my eyes. “Are you ok?” he asks.

I nod, smiling at him, lost in his eyes. What is going on with my heart? I can’t get it to calm down. Looking at him makes me feel - it’s like I know him. But I don’t. I’m tied to him in ways I can’t explain.

Is it because I lost my virginity to him? Is that how it is for everyone?

He chuckles. “Did you enjoy that?”

I nod again, and my cheeks flush pink. I really enjoyed that.

I don’t even know this man, and I gave him my virginity.

It’s liberating, as though it was my firstfreechoice. My first moment of being in charge of my life.

“I have a few phone calls to make. You can take a shower, do whatever you want - but don’t leave the property.” He says, rolling off me and out of the bed and pulling a pair of sweatpants from the closet. He slips into them and I admire his body again, heating with another dose of desire for him.

Then Nico leaves the room, and my stomach knots.

His presence was a welcome distraction and a source of comfort I didn’t realize I was relying on so heavily. Now that I am alone in here, lying naked on the bed, I have a deep fear settling over me again.

I am so grateful for his help - but what have I done? What choice have I made here?

Am I going to be on the run forever now? Did I do the right thing?

In the morning, Nico is awake before me. I find him in the kitchen making us some coffee. My eyes trace over his back muscles, admiring the way they flex when he moves.

He turns around when he realizes I’m there and I glance away.

“Morning.” I smile.

“Morning. Do you take sugar?”

“One. Thanks.”

“There is a packet on the counter over there. Color contact lenses, to hide those beautiful green eyes of yours and hair dye. They are looking for a dark-haired, green-eyed girl. So you are going to become a blonde-haired blue-eyed girl, able to slip past unnoticed in the crowds.”

I peek inside the packet. “Is this really necessary?” I ask, my anxiety heightened.

He picks up a remote control and unmutes the TV in the living room. Through the open plan area I turn towards it and my mouth drops open. My face is on the screen - in a box down in the bottom corner. Marcus is filling the rest of the screen, talking into a microphone, addressing a crowd of reporters. “Please, all I want is the safe return of my beloved fiancé who was kidnapped last night - the night of ourwedding. I will reward anyone who provides information that leads to the safe return of my belovedfiancé to our loving home. Photos of her are being spread throughout the media and -” Nico clicks mute again.

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