Page 61 of Vow of Vengeance

I feel the grin spread over my face. “Will you leave the window open for me?”

“You’re special,” she says softly. “You get to use the door.”

I’m so grateful for her at this moment. I grab her hand, bringing it up to my lips. I lock eyes with her and love what I see in them. She wants me, too.

I brush my lips over the back of her hand. “Am I the only one to hold the privilege?”

She gives a shy smile. “Yes.”

“I don’t share well with others,” I say.

“I’ve noticed.” She scoffs out a laugh. “I believe the last boy you found to be competition was thrown out my window.”

I shake my head. “I’m lying.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“It’s not that I don’t share well.” I move in closer. “I don’t share. At all.”

I close the space between us, devouring her in a hungry kiss.

We lose our clothes as we kiss our way up the stairs to her room. I love watching her, enjoying every inch of her body as she reveals it. She laughs and fumbles over her feet, stepping out of her sweats as we reach the second-floor landing.

My heart stops.

She’s not wearing panties.

“No panties again.” A feral growl comes out of me as I scoop her in my arms and lift her naked body against mine. “What are we going to do about that?”

CHAPTER 20

Ophelia

I laughas I wind my arms around his neck, holding tight. My bare skin presses against the warm, solid plane of his broad chest as he carries me. I stare at his sculpted shoulders and washboard abs. He said he still plays ice hockey and doesn’t like partying, so to keep the brothers off his back, he meets them at the gym when he can.

Mr. Gian, the caffeine police, says I’m still growing. I glance down at my chest, my naked breasts bared to Haze. It’d be nice if they could keep growing, too.

Even though I’m not voluptuous like the women he’s probably used to, I don’t feel shy in Haze’s arms. I don’t worry about what my body looks like, smells like, feels like. He tells me all the time. And if he ever stopped telling me, I would only have to look into his eyes to know what he thinks of me.

No one, NO ONE, has ever looked at me the way he does. Like I’m something to be devoured and simultaneously worshiped.

He washes my self-doubt away.

Except for that little mix-up in the car when I accidentally slipped up and admitted my mom told me she wasn’t the onesending Haze the messages. Whoops. Talk about a heart attack moment. Yeah, defo got that info from my secret convo on my contraband flip phone. I hated lying to him, but I couldn’t get Gian into trouble.

And I can’t lose that phone.

Speaking of…

I run my fingers over the back of his head, stroking silky curls. “Should we go to your room?”

“I’m not waiting for another second.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

My heart beats faster, a combination of how he’s looking at me and the fact that I just remembered that my phone is IN THIS ROOM.

But now he’s kissing me. Easing his naked god-like body on the edge of my bed and pulling me onto his lap, straddling me over his muscular thighs. I’m shy at first, but then I place a hand on either of his shoulders, rising onto my knees. They sink into the mattress as I stare down at him.

“Hey there.” I let my hair fall over my face and onto his shoulders.

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