Page 50 of Vow of Vengeance

“Did I?” I’m barely registering the conversation. All I hear is the soft, sexy intonation of her voice. All I see are those full lips of hers moving as she talks, begging to be kissed.

“You did.” Instead, she speaks lightly, almost teasingly.

“You don’t seem to be trying too hard to get out of here.”

“I can’t go anywhere if I’m supposed to be studying abroad, can I?” she says.

There’s something in her expression I can’t quite read. I’d think she’d be clawing down the walls, fighting to escape, or at least having more force behind her words. She’s not. She’s not even jumping on my words about putting the wedding on hold, demanding it to be so.

She’s not running from the room. She’s not running from me.

She leans closer in her chair. She really shouldn’t encourage me. An urge warms deep in my belly, increasing in heat as it flows through my body. Somehow every shitty thing that happened today suddenly means nothing. Liam has no faith in me. Gian has abandoned me.

The only thing I care about is sitting in front of me. Her. Desire grows strong enough to take my breath away. My chest feels tight. She makes me forget my shitty day, my unaccounted-for house manager. She makes me forget everything but her.

I don’t need her love. I only need her. I have to have her.

Now.

“You don’t need me anymore,” she whispers.

“You’re wrong.” I stand from the bed. “I need you.” I move closer. Even closer. I’m towering over her now. “I need you. Badly.”

Steeling her nerves, she doesn’t inch away. Staying seated, she forces herself to stare up at me. I reach out, stroking her face. My light touch makes her breath come faster. Her words come out in a whisper as she says, “What could a big bad man like you possibly need with a little girl like me?”

God damn.

My body was already humming with arousal, but her words ignite a fiery explosion in my veins. Every nerve ending ignites with electricity, sending sparks of desire shooting through me. I am consumed by a primal hunger, driven wild by my obsession with her.

Leaning down, I scoop her in my arms, holding her against my chest.

If I were a decent man, I’d hate myself as I touch her, this innocent, naive young woman. She’s perfect, lovely, and sweet, with just the right amount of bite.

And here I am, loveless and ruined, ready to destroy her. I know her first time should be tender and loving, shared with someone who can give her his heart.

What can I give her but my body? And, it turns out, my mind, ‘cause she’s never further than a centimeter from my thoughts.With a cold, calculating ease, I lay her on the bed and begin to explore her body. A predator examining my prey. “Which delicious bits shall I nibble on first?”

She eases a breath as I nip along the curve of her neck. My appetite grows, and I suck at her delicate skin, eliciting a moan from her lips, hunger welling in my belly.

“I need more.” Running the tip of my tongue along her collarbone, I trace my way up her neck till I find her earlobe and capture it between my teeth. I take another taste, kissing her ear and murmuring against her. “You taste beautiful.”

She melts underneath me. I feel her surrender, her submission, as she lets me grasp her breast, my touch possessive and rough. I squeeze her curve, finding her nipple, and I pinch it between my finger and thumb till she cries out in pain.

Then I’m there, my lips on hers, taking her cries onto my tongue. I swipe mine against hers, tasting, exploring, and owning her. I barely know the girl, yet I know exactly how to manipulate her body, how to touch her, so she wants nothing more than to give in to me.

I can’t let go of her. I don’t know how I’ll get to my end goal, but now, with my mouth on hers, I’m determined to arrive there with Ophelia in my arms.

I move lower, pushing her white tee up over her breasts. She wears no bra, her beautiful breasts free and bare and warm in my hands. My kiss moves to her nipple, her body arching as I suck and taste.

She whimpers as I move lower, kissing her belly. My five-o-clock shadow tickles her, and she jerks, giggling nervously as I brush my jawline against her again. When she realizes where I’m going, she attempts to resist, as before.

Kneeling over her, I grab the waistband of her pants. “You should know by now I’ll always get what I want.” I tug them over her hips and down her legs, taking them from her body and flinging them onto the floor.

I stare down at her, leaving the tee shirt twisted up above her breasts, the rest of her naked body bared to me. “No panties. No bra. You are officially declared the sexiest creature on this earth.”

No longer able to hold back, I bury my face in the soft, warm, musky heaven between her thighs. Her legs tense, but it’s easy enough to part them, so I can lick and nibble her already swollen clit. Addicted to her taste, I lap at her arousal, tonguing her tight entrance.

She grabs my hair. I love the feel of her fingertips running over my head. Fiery electric pulses dance over my skin where she touches me.

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