Page 49 of Heartless Vows

I shrug.

He stalks to the door and studies the old-fashioned handle. His face hardens as he realizes there’s no way to lock or unlock it—from either side—without the key.

Without a word, he moves on to my vanity. Then my bookshelf. Then my desk.

My heart pounds against my sternum as he squats to look under and behind my workspace.

“What are you looking for?” I ask.

“I thought you’d have a much more elaborate setup,” he says.

“My computer?” I clarify.

He nods. I scoff and cross my arms over my chest, but stop myself before I say something stupid or revealing.

“This is more than enough,” I compromise.

He doesn’t need to know I could hack into the FBI database from a burner phone. The feds would kick in my door less than thirty seconds later without the protection of an IP mask, but I’d still have the classified information he wanted.

He retraces his steps to my bookshelf.

“What are you studying in college?”

I hesitate too long. He swings narrowed eyes my way.

“Can we talk about this later?”

I shift my gaze to the door. He relents and turns to face my bed.

Heat flames in my cheeks as I realize looking at the door and reminding him of my parents’ proximity won’t stop him from laying me out on my comforter and continuing where we left off in the car. Lust shimmers in my veins.

His wicked smile fans the flames of my desire. An inferno burns in my core.

He stalks toward me, grabs me by the throat, and pulls me against him.

“If I were a nicer man, I’d leave without touching you, but I need you to think of me every time you walk into this room. Every time you sit at this desk. Every time you lie in your bed,” he growls against my temple.

Shivers wrack my spine.

“I need to be the center of your world.” He nips my sensitive ear. “Because you’re already the center of mine.”

My heart melts. I can’t deny him, even though the thought of losing my virginity in this room curdles my stomach.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he snarls.

Every cell in my body turns to mush. I comply without a thought.

“Mio Dio, you’re perfect.”

He kisses me like a man possessed. His hands touch me everywhere, framing my face, tangling in my hair, gripping my neck, and skimming my shoulders.

He hooks his forearm under my ass and lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist and grab his nape on reflex.

“Bad girl,” he hisses against my lips.

I squeak as he kicks my desk chair out of the way and pushes my keyboard to the side before setting me on the desk. The cool surface seeps through my skirt and panties, shocking my overheated pussy.

He drops to his knees, pushes my knees apart, and pins my calves to the front of my desk.

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