Page 55 of Dangerous Vows

The associate hides her smile, gesturing for us to follow. “Right this way.”

Amara walks ahead, her fingers lightly grazing the delicate lace and silk on display. I watch her closely. She might resist the idea of luxury, but I see how her hands hesitate over the softer fabrics, and how her breath hitches tells me she likes what she sees. I have an undeniable need to shower her with luxurious things. She’s had a tough life and deserves to be spoiled.

“Try them on,” I say, nodding toward the fitting rooms.

She levels me with a glare. “Bossy.”

“And?”

She sighs but takes a few sets, disappearing behind the curtain. I settle into a plush chair, waiting. My jaw drops when she steps out in black lace lingerie that barely covers her.

She raises a brow, smirking. “Cat got your tongue?”

I let my gaze drag over her—slow, deliberate, hungry. “You’re getting that.”

Her lips twitch. “Oh, am I?”

I stand, closing the space between us, my voice dropping low. “And you’re wearing it tonight.”

Her breathing is erratic, but the sales associate clears her throat before she can respond. She hands Amara a few other pieces to try on, then discreetly turns and walks away.

Amara mutters something about me being impossible before disappearing behind the fitting room door again.

My cock has a mind of its own and strains against the zipper of my pants. I walk through the door, closing it behind me.

“You can’t be in here,” she exclaims, as she holds the lacy lingerie so that it covers her beautiful tits.

“Want to bet?” I murmur, voice low and loaded with promise. The idea of taking her right here, right now—with the risk of being caught—only makes my cock throb harder.

“You’ll need more than that to stop me,” I chuckle, my eyes are locked on her nipples that are tight and begging for my mouth.

“Go on, Princess... tempt me,” I call her bluff.

“You wouldn’t,” she mocks me, because she knows me, and I’m not a man who loses when it’s important to me.

And she’s important to me—irreplaceable. My world wouldn’t be the same without her. I care for her deeply, and that’s dangerous. She’s the enemy’s daughter, and she’s still holding onto secrets she won’t share.

She refuses to give me the answers I need to protect her, but I know she’ll tell me eventually. Her trust issues run deep, and I get it. Her childhood… It’s eerily similar to mine.

I pull Amara into my solid chest and cover her lips. I unzip my slacks and push her against the wall, removing the clothing from her hands and tossing it. I slip my hand between her legs.

“You’re wet for me.” I dip two fingers in her and feel her wetness before I pull them out and lick them suggestively.

“My Princess has needs,” I murmur, licking my fingers again, slowly, deliberately. This time, our eyes lock.

Desire blazes in hers, yes… but there’s more.

Something she’s not ready to say out loud.

My Princess is vulnerable, which means she’s open to love. My heart soars like a rocket at the thought that she might love me.

I tug my slacks down, the cool air brushing against my skin. Her hands find my shoulders, steadying herself as I grip her hips.

I lift her effortlessly—then slam into her with a guttural growl, claiming her in one powerful thrust.

She’s mine.

“I’m going to fuck your tight pussy.”

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