Page 18 of Deceitful Vows

My body tingles when he inches so close I can feel the anger my statement caused him all over me. “Lie to me again and I’ll take you over my knee.”

“Who said I am lying?”

My insides clench when he licks his lips before he lowers his eyes to my nipples budded against my shirt.

Mercifully, I’m saved from needing to explain my stupidity by the elevator arriving at the top floor.

If only something so simple could save me from myself.

“Good evening, Mr.…” He seems more pleased I don’t know his last name than disappointed. “I hope your night is as pleasant as mine is about to become.”

I wish I could stay so his growl could glide across every inch of me instead of solely my face, but with the elevator doors beginning to close, I have no time to spare.

I duck under Andrik’s arm and hightail it for the exit, almost in the clear before my wrist is snatched and I’m yanked back with a rueful tug.

Instincts have me rearing up for a fight. My hand sails wildly before I can consider the consequences of my actions. It slaps Andrik so firmly across the face that his head slings sideways.

It does little to loosen his grip on my wrist, though.

It firms to the point of being painful, and the frozen state it prompts sees not a single protest fired when he pins me to the internal wall of the elevator by my throat.

His grip isn’t painful.

It is the most erotic way I’ve ever been held.

As he stares down at me with flaring nostrils, I try to work out why he isn’t responding how he should be. He should be pissed I struck him, or at the very least, warning me of the consequences that will occur if I do it again. His reaction, however, is on the opposite end of the spectrum. He’s smiling, and lust flares through his eyes so potently I do the last thing anyone should do when they’ve caught the focus of a madman.

I kiss him.

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ANDRIK

Sweet. Fucking. Damnation.

One glance seared my soul, but one brush of a pair of pouty lips seals my fate.

Zoya Galdean is going to ruin me.

No ifs.

No buts.

She will ruin me, but I refuse to withdraw.

Honey lips, pert tits, and a heat I’m so impatient to have wrapped around me I don’t think about my little brother and how he only ever hands his keys to the girls he truly likes, or the deal with the devil I initiated today that should have my cock withering away instead of knocking at my zipper, vying to get free.

I don’t think about anything but the number of moans I can entice out of Zoya with a sloppy, messy kiss and how far she will let me take this now that she’s had a taste of what I can offer her.

When I pull her body flush against mine, she moans, as impatient as me and just as ready.

It isn’t solely the scent I smell shadowing her panties announcing this. The wetness that coats my fingers when I slip my hand under her skirt and rub my fingertips over the sensitive flesh between her legs is also telling.

“Fuck,?????. Is all this wetness for me?”

I don’t wait for her to answer me.

She’d only lie, and then I’d have to punish her.

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