Page 94 of Ruthless Oath

“I want to know what has you so afraid.” I shuffled her into my lap. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s not necessary.”

“I thought we were supposed to get to know one another better.” I cradled her against me. “How can we do that if you can’t open up to me about a dream?”

“You and my father were in a dark alley. I wasn’t supposed to be there. I’m not even sure if I was there or if I was just seeing it from my dream.” She sighed. “I don’t know. It all seemed so real.”

“What were we doing in the alley?”

“You both had your guns drawn, and they were aimed at one another. I kept screaming for you to stop, but you couldn’t hear me.” She took a calming breath. “You both fired, and I woke up.”

That sounds less like a nightmare and more like exactly where this is all heading.

“It was a bad dream,” she said. “It wasn’t real.”

“It was real to you.” I picked the strands of her dark, wispy hair away from her face. “I’ll make it go away.”

I wasn’t sure if I could back up the statement once I left this house, but right now, I could comfort her and make her forget the reality of her nightmare.

“There was some truth to it, wasn’t there?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her question.

“One of you will kill the other,” she said.

“That’s how this business works.”

“I think your business is stupid.” She shifted in my lap.

“Did you think it was stupid when you were buying Prada, Gucci, and Versace like it was going out of style?” I gripped her hips. “How about when you were on those long trips to Italy, Paris, or Brazil? Was it stupid then?”

“I can’t help that I was born into this.”

“Neither can I.” I ripped the sheet from my legs and set her legs on either side of my thighs. I gripped her face between my hands and sought her lips. “I’m in survival mode now.”

My actions were reckless and callous, reflecting my current mood. How could I reassure her that I wouldn’t kill her father if he backed me into a corner?

“I don’t want to discuss business in the bedroom.” I lifted her onto my shaft and eased her down.

“What do you want to discuss?” She arched her back and held onto my shoulders for support.

“I don’t want to talk.” I trailed my lips along her throat. “I want to kiss.”

Threading my fingers through her hair, I gathered her sweet-smelling locks.

“Lick.” I ran my tongue down her throat and to her breasts. “Suck.”

She moaned when I took her nipple between my lips and bit down.

“Biting is nice too.” I scraped my teeth along her erect nipple. “But fucking you is all I want to do in this bed right now.”

She whimpered when I yanked her hair back and sucked on her neck, leaving red blotches in my path of destruction.

“I’ll mark every inch of your stunning body with my teeth, lips, fingers, and cock.” I shoved my pelvis upward, giving her all of me. “Take it, princess. You know you want to.”

She dug her fingernails into my shoulders and scraped them along my back. I wasn’t the only one leaving marks. Her possessive response only made me want to take her harder.

With one hand still in her hair, I glided my other to her hip to guide her up and down in rapid succession. I pulled back, glancing between us as I disappeared inside her hot, wet sex.

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