Page 37 of The Enforcer's Vow
"It doesn't have to be complicated." His forehead rests against mine, and I can feel his breath warm against my lips. "Tomorrow, we'll be married. Tonight, we can just be ourselves."
The word "married" sends a jolt through me. Tomorrow, I'll walk down an aisle and promise to love and honor a man I'm supposed to be manipulating. Tomorrow, I'll wear white and smile for photographs while hoping that becoming his wife will make him show mercy to my brother.
But tonight, in this apartment that smells like his soap and feels like a sanctuary, I can let myself want him.
"Okay," I say.
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I let myself fall into it. His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. When he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on.
The bedroom is as sparse as the living room, dominated by a king-sized bed with dark sheets. He sets me down gently, his hands already working at the buttons of my blouse. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel wanted in a way that makes my pulse race.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against my neck, and the words send heat spiraling through me.
This time, when he says it, I believe him completely.
He kisses the hollow of my throat, then lower, dragging his mouth across my collarbone like he’s memorizing it. One hand cradles the back of my head, the other traces slowly down my ribcage. There’s nothing hurried about the way he touches me. No sharp edges. No demands. Just heat—low and rising—and the steady unraveling of whatever shield I thought I had left.
“You always do this to me,” he says quietly, lips brushing my skin. “One look, and I forget everything else.”
I bite down on a sound that feels too close to guilt and pull him in, burying my fingers in his hair. “Then stop looking. Just fuck me already.”
He groans low in his throat, and the way he kisses me after that is different—rougher, less careful. His hands find my waist, dragging me flush against him, his body solid and warm through the layers of our clothes.
I feel the pressure of his hard cock against my jeans, and I reach between us, unfastening his belt with fingers that tremble more than I want them to. He doesn’t stop me. He helps, pulling his sweater off over his head, tugging his shirt free, and his skin—marked with dark ink—is already glistening with sweat.
My blouse is already open. He pushes it off my shoulders, then drags the straps of my bra down just far enough to expose me. His mouth is on me a second later—no hesitation, just heat. He sucks one nipple into his mouth and groans when I arch into it, my fingers tangling in his hair.
The sensation is erotic, my hand on his dick, his mouth on my bare flesh. I should be ashamed, but I’m hungry, desperate for him. He’s the only man who has ever made me feel this needy and yet so alive at the same time.
“Always so fucking responsive,” he mutters. “You know what that does to me?”
Maksim's hand slides down my stomach, under the waistband of my jeans. His gaze leaves me breathless, and I can't look away from the hunger in his eyes. He's so close now, his heat enveloping me, his scent invading my senses. He dips his head and kisses me again, and I’m lost in him. This time, there's need—desperate, all-consuming need in the way his mouth meets mine. His tongue slides against mine, claiming me as his, and I find myself responding in kind.
“Off,” he says, already tugging my jeans. “Now.”
I lift my hips, and he strips them down with my panties, not bothering to be careful. The denim catches at my knees. He pushes it the rest of the way and spreads me open with both hands. He seems captivated by the sight of my bare body spread out before him. His eyes roam over every inch of me, as if he can't believe I'm really here, really his.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “So fucking wet.” He brushes his fingertips along my thighs, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin. My breath catches in my throat as he leans in to trail kisses along my inner thighs, his tongue swirling patterns that leave me weak in the knees.
“Is this all for me?” he asks, dragging his mouth higher. His breath is hot against the slick center of me. “All this moisture? I make you do this? Tell me.”
I thread my fingers into his hair. “It’s all for you,” I whisper because it’s true. He does this to me—fucks with my head, makes me want things I should hate.
His tongue slides through me, slow and deep, until my hips jerk against his mouth. He groans like he’s starving for it, hands gripping my thighs as he pins me to the bed and eats me like he has no plans to stop.
“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters between strokes. “You’re already shaking.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, tongue flicking hard and fast, relentless now. The pressure builds sharp and fast in my core, my body writhing under his hold.
“Maksim—” My voice cracks. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“You gonna come for me like this?” he growls. “On my mouth?”
“Yes. Right there… Fuck, right there.”
His tongue dances mercilessly over the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center, each flick a torment of pleasure that unravels my composure strand by strand. I clutch at the sheetsbeneath me as if they are the only things anchoring me to this world, the fabric twisted in my fists. His relentless attention on my clit becomes its own rhythm, a pulsing, driving force that I can neither escape from nor want to.
The sensation builds with devastating speed, a crescendo of heat and sensation that blurs the lines between pain and ecstasy. My breath comes in ragged gasps, lungs burning from lack of air, yet I cannot seem to remember how to breathe properly. It feels as though an electric current binds us—his hands firm on my thighs, holding me in place for his eager exploration. Every stroke of his tongue sends sparks shooting up my spine, each one a promise of something exquisite just beyond reach.
When the waves of pleasure slow, I find myself breathless and panting for air, still aching between my legs for more as he stands and shoves his pants down, stroking his thick cock as he eyes me. Its head is sticky and glistening with desire.
