Page 61 of Corrupt Vows

“Can you stay in the apartment for a few days?”

It’s my turn to stiffen. I lift my head and meet his eyes before studying his expression. After the initial waves of disbelief, anger, fear, and sadness pass, I push aside my emotions and will my brain to work.

“His name wasn’t Ralf, was it?” I ask.

His eyes intensify in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

“How did you know?”

I gnaw on the inside of my mouth before responding.

“He told me I should have stayed away from you, so I figured he wasn’t a regular student.”

He grunts and trails his fingertips down my spine.

“Who is he?” I ask.

A muscle in his jaw ticks. I rise onto my elbows for a better view of his face as alarm spears through me.

“What? Don’t tell me he’s Russian mafia or something?”

He closes his eyes, blocking me from reading whatever clues his orbs might give me. I lash out in anger and slap his chest. He grabs my wrist and lifts his lashes, revealing the cold, hard fury of his thoughts. My stomach bottoms out.

“He disappeared before we could even get him to questioning,” he says.

His low, guttural voice vibrates through me and pulses in my clit. My nipples harden, and by the heated flick of his gaze over my lips, I know he feels them through our sleepwear.

“But you think he might be Russian mafia? You’re serious?”

He sighs and pulls me all the way on top of him, aligning our fronts so my legs drape over his hips. My heart leaps in fear when his hard cock presses against my belly, but with him underneath me and the light revealing his face, I stave off thoughts of not-Ralf’s attack.

“His connections are strong enough to hide him from me, so it’s possible. I doubt he’ll attack you again, but I’m not willing to take the chance. Give me a few days to secure the school, then you can go back to classes, if you want,” he says.

The room falls so quiet the sound of the air rushing through the vent seems loud. I work through several trains of thought before speaking.

“I’ll stay here for a few days, but only if you do, too.”

A muscle twitches in his jaw, so I rush to clarify, “If you have to leave for work, then fine, but you’d better text or call every thirty minutes. No silent treatment like last time.”

He inhales, shifting me on his chest.

“I can do that,” he says.

“And Natalie can come over, and I can visit her whenever I want,” I rush to add.

After a moment of consideration, he tucks my hair behind my ears and says, “You can go anywhere inside the building, but no roof, parking garage, or first floor.”

“Deal. Wait, this is only for a few days. Not permanently,” I add.

He chuckles and rubs his hands down my sides.

“Sure,principessa, although the thought of locking you in my tower and having my way with you whenever and wherever I want sounds pretty tempting.”

Heat pulses low in my belly as he grabs my ass. I tilt my hips and lose my breath. Lightning streaks through my clit as I rub against his hard cock.

“You need to rest,” he rumbles in both warning and frustration.

“I feel okay,” I say in a breathy voice.

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