Page 13 of Dangerous Vows

There’s a flicker of darkness in his icy blue eyes, and for a second, I wonder if I should be worried. Then, the doors slide open, revealing the penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering skyline.

I step inside, glancing around. It’s filled with sleek leather furniture and a stocked bar that probably holds bottles worth more than my yearly rent. “Let me guess—this is where you lure unsuspecting women before they realize they’ve made a deal with the devil.”

Pietro strides to a bar and pours two glasses of bourbon before walking back to me with the kind of confidence that makes it hard to look away. “Something like that.” He hands me the glass with amber liquor as if it’s a challenge and watches as I take a slow sip.

The burn is smooth and settles in my chest like liquid fire.

I meet his gaze over the rim of my glass. “I hate to break it to you, but I don’t scare easily.”

He exhales a quiet laugh, stepping even closer and wrapping his arm around my waist as he pulls me into his broad chest. “I was counting on that,” he murmurs.

I arch a brow. “So what now? You charm me into submission?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I think we both know you’d never submit to anyone.”

His grin moves slowly over his lips, dangerous and daring.

His voice is silk and sin, dripping like honey from those tempting, swollen lips. I’ve never done anything this reckless—who leaves a New York bar with a stranger and lives to tell the tale?

He’s a man who speaks softly, but his words are weighty. His hands are strong, and his eyes—well, I could get lost in them for days without food or water and not mind that I’m starving. He’s so fucking sexy, Hugh Jackman pales in comparison.

I take another sip, tilting my head. “You got that right.” How is it that he knows me so well? We just met.

For a second, there’s nothing but the quiet clink of ice in our glasses and the electric hum as the heat kicks on. Then, his smirk deepens, and I know this night is far from over.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says as he takes the glass from my hand. My heart races as I step out of my shoes.

His hand cradles my face, and I melt when his gaze holds mine. Completelyhis.

He’s intense. He’s a threat to me, my body, and the heart that I wear on my sleeve, even though I hate being vulnerable.

Vulnerability means I will be hurt. It might not be today or tomorrow, but eventually, I’ll pay the price for my night of freedom. It’s as certain as if it were written in the stars.

But for now, I’m going to let him fuck me. For one night, I’m giving myself to the man in the black Brioni suit—one night. No promises. And as long as I make it home safely, I’ll be fine.

Right?

His lips are soft as they glide over mine—teasing, nipping, melting into a kiss I never want to end. He smells of finely rolled cigars, crispcologne, and pure money. He’s decadence wrapped in danger…, and my pussy is already wet for him.

I push his jacket off his shoulders and grip the back of his neck, inked and taut with muscle. My fingers trail along one of his tattoos, following it down to his chest, stopping at the buttons on his shirt.

His fingers brush mine as he grabs his shirt and rips it open, buttons scattering across the tile like coins at my feet. His impatience makes me grin. I slowly and deliberately drag my hand over his chest, fingers toying with his hair before tracing the ink that winds across his skin. I trail lower, barely grazing his taut abs, until I pause at the edge of his slacks.

“You have claws,” he murmurs, his decisive tone conveying approval. Every inch of his skin is covered with ink, even his fingers. He shrugs off the torn shirt, and I hear my zipper before my dress pools at my feet.

My bra follows. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass. His mouth covers mine as one hand clasps my neck, and the other hand grabs my boob. His slender fingers softly rub my nipple until it pebbles beneath him.

I reach for his pants, quickly unfastening his belt and zipper. He steps out of them and tugs off his boxers. His hard cock springs free, and I grab him. I stifle my gasp at his enormous size. I gulp, struggling to recover from my shock. I don’t know if he’ll fit inside me without ripping me open. I moan with anticipation.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget me,” he murmurs just before his head dips to my nipple. I yelp in surprise when his teeth give it a sharp nip. Then his massive, ink-covered arms sweep under me, lifting me effortlessly. He carries me into a bedroom and tosses me onto the bed.

“Birth control?”

“Yes. Are you clean?”

“Yes.”

He yanks me to the edge of the bed, rips off my flimsy thong like it offends him, and drops to his knees. Then he buries his face in mypussy—no hesitation, no mercy. His lips are hot, his tongue ruthless as it circles my clit with wicked precision. I arch beneath him, moaning, helpless to the pleasure. Christ, I’m already about to come, and he hasn’t even started.

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