Page 28 of Poison Vows

Emotions are a hindrance, which is why he was unbothered when he told me what he wants.

From his solemn words, I don’t miss how he’s offering me everything, from people’s heads to bloody revenge… but that’s not what I want.

I pull back slightly so I can look at him clearly.

“You can’t say no,” I warn him seriously.

His brow furrows before he nods in tacit agreement, his gaze dark and oh-so deep, I shiver.

“Emmett,” I warn, bothered by his silence.

“Angel, I’m unable to deny you… anything.”

Another powerful shudder goes through me that I’m sure he feels because his hold around me tightens reflexively.

“Tell me, baby,” he says huskily, his lips brushing featherlight against mine. “Tell me what you want.”

The delicious friction moves through my body and just like that, all hell breaks loose.

Or maybe I’ve truly lost my mind.

Or maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment, but I when I look him dead in the eye, I tell him.

“I want you to give me a baby.”

CHAPTER 4

Emmett

A bolt from the blue.

It always strikes instantaneously, like misfortune and trouble, attacking when your guard is at its most vulnerable.

If the world ended at this very moment, I wouldn’t be able to notice it.

This girl just stole my entire focus, my cognitive awareness, and every facet that makes me a living, breathing human.

Of all the things in the world she could ask for…

She could’ve demanded I give herallmy wealth—which is already hers anyway whether she knows it or not—and I’d give it to her.

She would’ve asked for me to get her brother back.

Or better yet, to deal with every shithead that attacked her, hurt her, and broke her heart. That’s a given.

And yet, she surpassed my near-perfect calculations of her, demanding for something that is beyond my imagination…

Mute and unable to move, I can only stare at the twinkling lights of mirth starting to sparkle in her soul-sucking eyes.

Like a fresh new painting of the sky after a storm, she stares back at me with sharp curiosity born out of the dare she’s just given.

Because this is a dare. What else can it be?

“Is there a problem, Mr. Easton?” she asks sassily, cocking her head to the side, the tears she was just shedding now dried up and inconsequential to her scheme.

Angel and I just ‘dealt’ with each other, after I had to administer a form of release she and I have never explored, and she responded the way I knew she would… And now, here we are, with her making a demand that has me frozen in place.

“Angel…” I stare into her brown eyes, the thing in my chest swiftly kicking into overdrive.

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