Page 16 of Dangerous Vows

I wake up to the smell of sex in the room. Judging by the window and the faint pre-dawn light, it must be five in the morning. I reach for Amara, but the bed is cold. I bolt upright, surveying the room, but I already know she’s gone.

I’m miffed.

No one leaves me.

Ever.

She ripped a page out of my playbook.

Who the hell is this woman?

I assume it’s for the best. There’s no sense in pursuing a woman when I know it will end in a week anyway.

I stand and walk into the vast bathroom worthy of a mansion. I stand over the vanity with a wall of mirrors behind me, and I smile when I see scratches and dried blood on my back.

My little kitten has claws, and she uses them. I run the shower water, and when it’s hot, I step in. I replay the night in my head and my cock swells.

It stands to reason that my cock wants the one woman I’ll never see again.

Fuck me.

AMARA

THE ONE-NIGHT CURSE

The chemistry was instant, like a match struck in the dark, an undeniable spark flaring too hot and fast.

It was the best sex I’ve ever had—the kind that lingers in my body like an echo, a phantom touch that refuses to fade. He made love to every inch of my body. His fingers worked magic as they traveled across my body until I was ready to explode. He was meticulous and relentless as he kissed and stroked me half the night.

I should feel regret leaving without a note or a word.

I should shake off this unsettled feeling, but the truth is—I’m delighted with how last night unfolded. Pietro’s lovemaking left me completely sated, and somehow, I feel more alive… more electric than ever before.

It was too good to be true.

And that’s why I must leave before it gets weird.

Pietro is still sleeping, and his breathing is steady. His body is sprawled, making him look almost… peaceful—a contradiction to the man who devoured me last night.

I can’t linger. I can’t tempt myself. “This was one night,” I mutter quietly.

It’s better to be the one to leave than to wait around and watch him walk out on me. I slip out of bed and find my clothes scattered like abag of M&Ms tossed over the plush carpet. I move silently, my feet relishing the softness under them as I gather my bra and my favorite shoes.

I pull my wrinkled dress over my head and flip my hair out. I run my hands over the fabric to look presentable. Who am I kidding? I’m about to take the walk of shame, relieved he won’t be watching me as I do it.

I push the tangled hair out of my face and steal one last glance at him. My pussy quivers just looking at him. I’m hungry for more, but I’m not of his world.

I’d love to run my fingers through his tousled hair again. I want to taste his delectable, firm lips again—but I’ve already overstepped. This isn’t my world anymore. The money, the luxury… maybe it never was.

I blink, forcing the image of him from my mind.

And as I slip into my shoes and step out the door, I will my desire to disappear with every step.

I wonder what the meaning of his tattoos is. His inked body screams a non-verbal threat to those with bad intentions. He’s different—unique even. I’ve never known passion like that before.

The door clicks softly behind me. I sigh. If I’m going down, I’d rather it be on my terms.

I can’t allow myself to think about him as I take the subway back to my apartment.

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