Page 32 of Vicious Vows

When his hands grip my tits and squeeze, I whimper in pleasure tinged with pain. The water sloshes out of the bath onto the floor, exacerbating the mess, but it only adds to the moment, letting go completely to enjoy each other. I rest my hands on his chest and let him take over.

“God… Luke…” I pant, trying but failing to get a grip on his skin. Everything is wet and slick. I’m frantic for release, even as his thumb works hard to stimulate me. I clench around him, the sensation of his cock driving up into my cervix causing me to come undone.

His grip tightens further, eliciting a gasp from my lips. He moans in response, a sound that vibrates deep in his chest, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, anchoring me to him as he moves faster, harder.

“I like that…” I murmur, panting for breath. “I... I’m close, Luke,” I confess, my voice barely a whisper.

He grins, reveling in my neediness. “Then let go,” he growls in response. His thumb increases its pace on my clit, and his other hand snakes its way into my hair, adjusting my head so hecan look directly into my eyes. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, and I feel tears prick at my eyelashes.

His thumb expertly rubs circles on my clit while his other hand deftly tilts my head back to expose my throat. His lips descend on the column of my neck, nipping and suckling as he continues to thrust into me, driving me to the very edge. "Let go, Micah," he repeats, his voice a low rumble against my skin.

With a cry that echoes around the bathroom, I shatter, waves of pleasure coursing through me with every thrust of his hips. The sensation is like a wildfire erupting through my veins, consuming me entirely. I shudder and twitch, my body writhing in the throes of climax.

Luke's response is immediate and powerful. He holds me tighter against his chest, his heart beating wildly underneath my fingertips. His lips continue to trace their way down my throat, tongue dashing out to taste the saltiness of sweat on my skin.

"Luke... oh, God, Luke," I pant. Every nerve ending in my body sings with pleasure. Hesitant, yet desperate for more contact, I slide my hand down his chest and grip him where he is driving into me. I feel him shudder beneath my touch, his breath hitching in his throat. His grip in my hair tightens as he thrusts harder, his movements becoming less controlled.

“Micah…” He moans my name like a sacred prayer, his voice filled with raw need and desire. My name on his lips is the sweetest truth, one that echoes deep within my soul.

In that moment, there is no world beyond the steamy confines of the bathroom. It's just us, our beating hearts and ragged breaths echoing in rhythm with the dripping tap, and the relentless pounding of water against porcelain.

Suddenly, Luke stills within me, his body tense. His head drops back onto the edge of the tub, his eyes screwed shut. A deep, guttural groan escapes his lips, and I know he's teetering on the edge. Seeing him so undone stokes the flame of my own pleasure, and I clench around him, intensifying the pressure.

"God... yes!" he growls and quickens his pace once more. His grip tightens on me as he thrusts up one last time, pushing deep inside me. His body jolts, and I feel him quiver beneath me before finally letting out a broken moan as his climax hits him.

He slows his pace gradually, riding out the waves of pleasure that crash over him with each subsequent thrust. His chest heaves with exertion, his heart pounding beneath my hand. I feel his lips against my neck again, placing soft kisses on my skin as his breathing starts to even out.

“Micah…” His voice is soft, the syllables of my name slipping out from between his kiss-swollen lips like a whispered lullaby. It’s an intimate, sacred sound that sends butterflies flitting through my stomach despite the post-orgasmic haze clouding my mind.

I lie across his chest in the water a few more seconds, then slide off him. “I have to find him, Luke.” My hands sweep around the water, finding the wash rag he used to clean me, and I wipe myself clean again. “I’m going back to the computer.”

“Of course. Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you.”

He doesn’t try to stop me as I dry off or get dressed in a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt. And he doesn't follow me when I head back to the office and my computer. I will find my best friend, and when I do, the people who took him are going to regret the day they took him.

24

LUKE

Micah walks out of the bathroom, but I linger in the tub, thinking of how I can help her. I’m not too foolish to see how my business has affected her life, and up until I met her, none of this even mattered. I lived for myself, for my Family, and for money. But now, there is a reason to live for more than that. For more than just pride and greed.

Micah is the reason.

I sit up, looking down at the mess we’ve made of this bathroom. When I saw her in her father’s arms weeping, I had an overwhelming need to be closer to her, to take away her pain. I was patient while she worked, but I couldn’t control that urge a second longer. Now, having connected with her, my mind is clearer. I want what she wants—but I want it in a different way.

As I climb out of the bath and drain the water, scattering towels on the floor to soak up as much of the mess as possible, I think about my enemies. The Russians have now teamed up with the Albanians, who otherwise would be no threat to my empire. They’ve taken something that should mean nothing to me. I shouldn’t be moved by this. I should be resilient and unaffected.My father is probably rolling over in his grave as he looks down on me, but Micah is affected.

If I can’t keep the ones I love safe, what sort of a leader am I? Isn’t that what family and loyalty are? And it extends to all members of my family, including Micah’s loved ones, who are now family because of our marriage. If I’d have taken time to learn this about her, none of this would be happening. And now I’m enraged, both at myself for not understanding this to begin with and with my enemies for crossing me.

She might be able to use her computer skills to see where her friend is or has been in the virtual world, but I will use everything at my disposal to make my enemies pay. And the time of peace that has existed between our families for years is now gone, replaced with bad blood and the seeds of war.

Somewhere in the pile of wet clothing, my phone chirps an incoming call notification. I wrap the towel around my waist tightly and toss the soggy towels aside, thankful my phone has water resistance for up to thirty minutes, and I pick up my pants. My phone, buried in my right front pocket, continues to scream at me until I pull it out and see it’s a blocked number.

I swipe right to answer and put it on speakerphone while I dry it off. “Santoro. Who’s this?”

“You know who this is…” The thick Russian accent immediately triggers my rage, and I clench my jaw shut and my hands into fists.

“How did you get this number?” I hiss into the phone, feeling the need to punch something or someone. This scumbag has something to do with Micah’s friend’s disappearance. I know it.

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