Page 61 of Cruel Vows

A low moan escapes me as my hands run over her body, tracing her curves, down to the waistband of her shorts. I take my time pulling them down her long legs, getting to my knees in front of her and kissing every place on her thigh I can reach.

Her fingers weave through my hair. “You’re being a tease.”

“No.” I flick my tongue along the inside of her knee. “I’m taking my time to worship you the way you deserve.”

Her breathless little gasp as I slide my tongue along her slick folds is all the encouragement I need to keep going.

My fingers find her core, sliding into her. She squeezes around me, legs already starting to shake as I rock two fingers deeper into her.

“I need more.” She tugs on my hair, pulling my head closer to her pussy. I swirl my tongue around it, flicking in time with my fingers until she’s riding them hard.

Her pants fill the room as I suck on her clit, sending her over the edge of an orgasm. Her arousal coats my fingers, her pussy becoming slicker as her legs shake.

I massage her inner walls, drawing out the orgasm for as long as I can. She rolls her body, taking me deeper.

When I finally get to my feet, she’s looking at me through hooded eyes.

As I take my time peeling her camisole away from her body, careful not to bump her wound, my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Ellie.” I kiss her again as I walk us backward to the bed, shedding my clothes as I go.

It’s only once she knocks into the bed that I turn us around and lie on my back, bringing her down on top of me.

She plants her hands in the center of my chest as she straddles my hips, sinking down onto my cock. Her full lips part, eyelashes fluttering.

My cock aches as I hold her hips and thrust deeper into her. I need her like I need oxygen. I need to know that she is alright and that this is real. She’s here with me and nobody is ever going to hurt her again.

I’m throbbing as she rides me, balls tightening when she swirls her hips and parts her legs wider. It feels like she can’t possibly take any more of me until she does.

With a groan, I thrust faster and harder. Her pussy pulses around me as her nails rake into my skin, leaving red little marks down my chest.

When she comes, she comes hard, milking my cock like she was made to be wrapped around me.

My own release chases hers. She keeps rocking, her slow movements making the orgasm last longer than it should. I keep thrusting into her until she’s spent, sprawling across my chest.

As she buries her face against my chest, my arms band around her waist. I press a kiss to the top of her head, holding her until her breathing evens out and she falls asleep on top of me.

I keep holding on to her. Nobody is going to hurt her as long as she’s safe with me.

Whoever attacked her is going to pay. I’ll do whatever it takes to kill them.

No matter what it takes.

17

SEAN

Aiden stormsinto my house the next morning, his face bright red, Royce trailing behind him.

I glance up from the newspaper in front of me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Didn’t it ever occur to you to knock?”

“You fucking bastard.” Aiden lunges at me, but Royce catches him and holds him back. “Why the fuck didn’t I hear from you that my sister has Noah fucking Rinaldo’s initials carved into her back?”

Royce glares at me from behind Aiden, but he isn’t a hothead about his family. Not in the same way Aiden is.

If I’m being honest, it’s Royce who unsettles me the most. It feels like he’s always there, waiting for the moment to strike, but never taking it. Like he’s biding his time until you finally think he’s not going to be a problem.

I stand up, chair screeching across the floor. “How the hell did you get that picture?”

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