Page 8 of Forbidden Vows

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says and kisses me, suckling on my lower lip as he fucks me harder and deeper. My screams of raw pleasure are muffled by his lips as a second orgasm approaches.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

“Come for me, baby; that’s it,” he says.

I know he can feel me coming and he’s going all in. Every thrust feels like he’s going to break me, but I fucking love it, Ineedit. My release comes with a cry of pleasure and a shudder. I glaze his cock as he lets himself go and fills me with his hot seed. I feel his heat filling my pussy.

He holds me tight, his lips pressed against my forehead as I cry out. I welcome the last of his thrusts while digging my nails into his rock-hard buttocks, reveling in the sensations that come over me. The afterglow sets in before I remember who I am or where I am, and what I probably shouldnothave just done.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” his words drip into my ear as he nibbles on the lobe.

We stay inseparable for a while. Complete strangers who cannot refrain from this madness. Soon, I feel him getting hard again. Wrapped in the wet warmth of my tender pussy, my captor is ready to take me again, to claim me.

And I’m going to let him.

Sunrise finds me splayed over his enormous bed, his gloriously naked body next to mine.

I keep going over what happened and how it happened, none of it making a lick of sense to me. My current predicament is obvious, though. Undeniable. I just spent the night in the company of the man who more or less abducted me from my engagement celebration. We screwed each other’s brains out until we were too tired to even get out of bed, and I enjoyed every goddamn second of it.

“I don’t usually do this,” I mumble, my face half-submerged into the soft satin pillow. “I really don’t.”

“Even if you did, it wouldn’t be a crime,” he replies, still groggy and in the process of regaining full consciousness as well.

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

Slowly, I roll over to look at him, only to end up wrapped in his strong arms again, my body hot and sizzling against his. And just like that, all the engines fire again, both of us damn near ready torepeat the activities of last night.

“This. Often,” I whisper.

His lips stretch into a lazy grin, the fine lines around his eyes crinkling as he gazes at me. “What are you trying to find out?” he asks.

“Anything. I don’t even know your name.”

“We agreed to leave things that way for your safety.”

I can’t help but sigh. “Yeah.”

There’s a lot I wish to say, but I can’t find the words. Not in this condition. Not with my body spent from the insane amount of sex, not with my mind frayed from the events that brought me here in the first place. The sudden violence, the kidnapping, the escape… the fact that I found myself inexplicably drawn to this dark, dangerous man.

Funnily enough, I feel safe in his arms, and I instantly felt safe last night in his presence.

Ridiculous.

His phone rings as my lips part to ask him another question.

He kisses me, ever so softly, then moves to answer the phone. He sits on the edge of the bed, and I can’t see his face, only the splendid muscles on his broad back. His massive frame and chiseled shoulders. The faint scar on his lower back that is shaped like a half-moon. I reach out and run my fingers over it.

“Fucking finally,” he says. “Where is he?” He pauses as the guy on the other line replies. “Good, so you got my message in time, but you couldn’t be bothered to text me back. You fucking lunatic.”

I’m guessing he’s speaking to Andrei.

“What happened?” I whisper. He stays on the phone, the muscles stretched across his shoulder blades tensing.

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