Page 20 of Heartless Vows

“It’s not! I gave you my first kiss, and now you’re back to being an ass. Let me go.”

I growl and fill my hand with her ass. She gasps and tugs at my lapels as I shift her higher up my body.

“Is that what you really want? Do you want me to walk away and come back half mad from wanting you? Want me wild and desperate? Want your first time to be fast and rough?”

The tears shimmering in her eyes are the only thing keeping me from ravaging her.

“You’re mocking me,” she accuses.

“I’m not. I’m torturing myself. Decide now, Aurora, before I lose control.”

I watch in a daze of lust as she pulls her anger around her like a shield. With a mix of impertinence and uncertainty, she seals her fate.

“Don’t walk away,” she demands.

“Then touch me,” I growl.

Her eyes search my face.

“Can you put both hands on the wall?” she asks.

I try—I really do—but her ass fits so perfectly in my palm, I can’t.

“No.”

She broke me down to single syllable answers and animalistic snarls with just the promise of her hands on me.

She pries her hands off my lapels before going straight to my belt.

I underestimated her. She knows exactly how to render me speechless.

I snarl, release her ass, and yank her head back by her hair. She hisses in pain but unfastens my trousers without even looking.

“What, no foreplay? I thought this was all new to you,” I manage through gritted teeth.

Her dainty hands shove my trousers off my hips and reach for the waistline of my boxer briefs.

“This is the root of the problem, isn’t it? Why waste time when we both know this is what you meant?”

I twist my hand in her hair and nip her chin.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing,mia topolina?”

She scoffs.

“I’ve spent most of my life on the computer. I know what porn is.”

She hisses when I pull her head back even further.

“Porn is child’s play compared to what I want to do to you and watching is not experiencing, so think carefully before you stick your hand in my pants, Aurora. Do you really think you can handle this?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much choice, are you?”

Inexplicable joy blooms in my heart at the fire in her eyes. I much prefer the fury shimmering in her emerald orbs over the quiet pain as she endured her mother’s insults at the table.

She pulls my waistband away from my body and reaches into my boxer briefs. I groan as her delicate fingers wrap around my shaft. The shock of her cool digits around my hard, pulsing cock nearly pushes me over the edge.

Liquid fire leaks from my tip.

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