Page 48 of Dangerous Vows

I slip out of my shirt, my gaze locked on hers as I spread her legs, slow and deliberate. I position myself between them, not just to take her—but to feel her, to connect in the way I’ve craved from the moment I touched her.

It’s more than a need. It’s something more profound. Something dangerous. And I don’t care—I want all of her.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand as I impale her with my massive cock.

She moans, twisting beneath me, trying to look away to hide what she feels. But I won’t let her. I grab her chin, pull her face to mine, andcrush her mouth with a kiss as my hand slides around her neck, holding her still.

I thrust into her—hard, fast, relentless. Her pussy clenches around me, trembling, and just as she starts to come, I pull out.

“What owns you, Princess?” I growl, my voice low and commanding.

She pushes against my shoulders, trying to turn her head, but I keep her there, exactly where I want her—mine, trembling and unable to run.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath mine. She’s fighting it—fightingme—but her eyes betray her.

Lust. Fury. Need.

“I asked you a question,” I murmur, tightening my grip just enough to make her still. “What owns you?”

She swallows hard, lips parted, defiant to the last. But I feel the tremor in her thighs, the way her hips unconsciously rise to meet mine, desperate for the friction I’ve denied her.

“You,” she whispers, almost broken.

I lower my mouth to her ear, my voice dripping like smoke and sin.

“Say it louder.”

Her eyes flutter shut. Her resistance frays. And in that fragile, breathless moment—I know she’s mine.

Not just her body.

Her will.

Hersoul.

She meets my gaze, eyes wide, shimmering.

“You. I’m yours,”she breathes, just as a tear slips down her cheek.

I’m torn—unsure if it’s from surrender or ecstasy. Maybe both.

I ease into her, slow and deliberate, feeling every inch of her warmth wrap around me. Her muscles begin to flutter, tightening around my cock.

“Come for me,” I whisper, my voice low and commanding.

And I watch—utterly transfixed—as her body obeys.

I’m overcome with emotion as I bury myself in her and pump so hard the sheets rip under us.

We come together, and I fill her pussy with my hot cum.

“Good girl,” I murmur. She’s mine, and she had better not forget it.

Then, she settles into the crook of my arm.

The city lights cast shadows across the walls. I watch her, tracing my finger along the scar on her arm before brushing over the faint ridge of her nose. These are signs of her past that she refuses to talk about.

“What does Petrovic want?” I asked softly. “Why aren’t you living the life of a Princess? Because it’s what you deserve.”

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