Page 26 of Sacred Vow
That loss of control cost me everything, and I spent the next ten years behind bars. It changed the very makeup of who I was. My wife naturally received full custody of my son, despite how she had plotted to run away with him. I didn’t see him once, didn’t get to hold him, didn’t get to teach him how to ride a bike, didn’t get to wish him a happy birthday.
That right there is the kind of shit that took a broken man and turned him into a beast.
The darkness ruled me for ten fucking years, and I became cold. I did unspeakable things, and it wasn’t until I was freed from prison and fought like hell for just a fraction of custody that I was able to start rebuilding my life and put the past behind me.
I’ve come a long way, but I still feel that darkness bubbling below the surface. Every day, that blind rage threatens to consume me again, but I’ve worked too hard for everything I have to let it slip through my fingers again.
My ex died from a heroin overdose four years ago, right as Zephyr was finishing high school, and while I was more than happy to see her finally out of our lives for good, I hated watching my son have to go through that. His mother really did a number on him, and I swore that I would never invite that kind of bullshit into our lives again.
Tilly Bardot though . . . fuck.
It can only be sex. Nothing more, nothing less, because when I become attached, people die. I’m too possessive, too unpredictable. I need to be in control, and when that control is challenged, there’s no telling how I’ll react.
I’ve worked hard to tame the wild beast inside me, but when it comes down to it, I can’t be trusted. Yet, the only way I’m taking a step back from this is if Zeph were to decide he wanted more with her. If their relationship changed from being two strangers who like to fuck into something more, I would respectfully bow out, and he would never have to know that I knew how it felt to be inside the woman he loved. I don’t intend to stand in Zephyr’s way when it comes to matters of the heart, but I hope like fuck it doesn’t come to that, because stepping away from a woman like Tilly Bardot would surely destroy me.
Fuck. Just the thought of her has my cock twitching in my pants, and by the time I stride past my three receptionists in the lobby and to the elevators, I’m rock fucking hard.
Goddamn it. Great look this is for the office.
I knew being with Tilly was going to blow my mind. I knew she would be amazing, but when I touched her, that was supposed to be it. I was supposed to fuck her out of my system so I could finally get on with life, but after having that one little taste, it’s become abundantly clear that it’s not nearly enough.
People buzz around me, calling out good morning as others come to wait by the elevator, and I have no choice but to discreetly hold my hands in front of my cock, doing what I can to hide my raging erection.
“Morning, boss,” Phil in accounting says with a subtle nod as more people begin to crowd around. “Catch the game last night?”
“Sure did,” I murmur, referring to a completely different game than what Phil is talking about. The game I caught was five foot two, has a feisty attitude, and rode me like a fucking goddess while my son slept completely oblivious upstairs, utterly spent after the little devil fucked him within an inch of his life.
My cock stirs with need, and I discreetly press my hands against myself, desperate to relieve the ache as the elevatordingswith its arrival. The doors open, and I stride in as though I’m not dying with crippling need.
This shit hasn’t happened since I was a horny teen who couldn’t control himself, and now Tilly fucking Bardot has me bricking up in an elevator full of my goddamn employees. I’m forty-eight years old for fuck’s sake. This shouldn’t be happening to me.
I need to get up to my office. Stat.
After hitting the button for the top floor, I move to the back of the elevator and watch everyone else pile on, and as they do, all I can think about is her sweet scent as her body moved with mine, the smell of sex in the air, and the way her tight little cunt gripped me as though she’d never let go.
And fuuuuuck. That just made it worse.
I need to deal with this. NOW!
The whole fucking world seems to be getting on this goddamn elevator, and I watch in agony as Phil reaches for level fourteen, but his large fingers slip and manage to hit both thirteen and fifteen in the process. He awkwardly laughs. “Looks like we’re taking the scenic route today.”
I’d like to take a scenic route right through Tilly’s sweet little—NO! FUCK! I need to get a grip. What the hell is wrong with me? This woman has destroyed me with only one little taste.
Fuck my life. Am I about to come in my pants while crammed up against three balding men?
The elevator stops on every damn level, and I clench my jaw. It’s fucking insanity in here. Why does everybody need to use the elevator right as I’m trying to get to my office? It’s as though they know that I’m two seconds away from exploding and want to be here to witness the show. I suppose it serves me right. I had the option of installing my own private elevator when we built this magnificent office, but I didn’t want to seem like one ofthose unapproachable bosses, so I bailed on that idea. Right now though, I’ve never regretted it more.
Di Rozé Security started a little over ten years ago. It was just me working cybersecurity out of a small office, and over the past ten years, it’s grown into a billion-dollar corporation, offering all forms of security, both private and commercial, from home surveillance to deep cybersecurity and protection. Di Rozé has become a household name, and I couldn’t be more proud of how far this venture has come. We offer everything one could possibly need, and along with it, I have built an incredible team, with over five hundred employees, and while my business is flourishing and continuing to grow, it means many other aspects of my life have had to take a backseat. And right now, with this raging erection tenting the front of my pants, I’m feeling that more than ever.
We stop at level ten, then again at twelve and thirteen, and by the time Phil is stepping out on fourteen, I’m in a cold sweat.
I can barely hold on.
How could I allow one twenty-something year old woman to have this kind of effect over me? God, that smart mouth of hers. She was so witty, so confident, but if she’s going to keep that up, I’ll give her something to do with that mouth. I can only imagine how good she’d be. How she’d run her tongue down the length of my cock as those big green eyes stared up at me, begging to take more. God, she’d be so good. And when she closed her mouth over me . . . DAMN IT!
My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I blow out a breath as I try to find some semblance of control. I won’t find it though. I’m too far gone.
Only two levels to go.
