Page 45 of Devious Vows

It’s not what I expected him to say and I huff, spinning from his hypnotic touch to look into his face. “Viva said you fucked her last night.”

He stands straight now that I’m away from him, his honey gaze brushing along my features. “And?”

And?

I know he didn’t but I still want to hear him say it. “Did you?” My heart is beating against my ribs, angry jealousy pooling in my gut at the thought that he would. He doesn’t respond, just watches my anger flush my skin. “Did you fuck Viva?”

His tongue runs along his lower lip, a small step bringing him back in front of me, chest almost brushing my own. “What do you think?”

The non-answer burns my gut like acid. I feel my face twisting into a look of fury as his hand snaps around to grip the back of my neck, effectively stopping my attempt to get away. My eyes narrow on his face as he forces me to look up at him.

“Do you think I would do that?” His tongue swipes along his lower lip again, honey browns flicking between my eyes. “That I would fuck that woman when I have you?”

I don’t want to think that. I know he wouldn’t. But still I can’t get myself to say that. I want to hear him say it. Bringing my hands between us to try and push him away from me.

He doesn’t move.

Instead, he uses the hand on my head to jerk me flush to him, his fingers digging into my hair, lifting me so I have to rise onto my tiptoes and our lips are a breath apart. “Let me make something clear, Beverly.” I close my eyes at his words, pinching my brows together as his breath puffs along my lips. “I have always and will always make love to you,cuore mio.” His thumbs brush along my cheeks, catching a stray tear that escaped. His admission settles between my ribs, swirling around my heart to soothe my doubts. “Viva is nothing to me. She never has been and never will be.”

“No wonder she hates me. I’d hate me too.” It’s said more to myself than to him, but he hums in acknowledgment anyway, keeping my face close to his.

“Donatello and I had a bet.”

I lean back just far enough to look into his face more clearly, frowning at him when he doesn’t elaborate.

His dimple winks at me before he pulls me back to him, placing a featherlight kiss on the corner of my lips before he speaks. “We had bets on if you and Viva would ever fight.” He laughs when I start to pull away, kissing the other corner of my mouth. “Thatbastardowon. He said you’d hit her and I said you were too nice.”

I speak through the soft kisses he places on my lips. “You two have very little faith in me.”

He grumbles against my lips, wetting them with his tongue as he shifts me backward. “You are my faith.”

My back bumps up against the wall, his lips slipping back over mine as he lifts me up, bunching the fabric of my dress up my legs as I wrap them around his waist. “Did your guests leave?”

It’s asked as he trails wet kisses over my jaw, nudging my chin with his nose to kiss along the column of my throat. “No.”

A small gasp escapes my lips when he grinds into me, biting the skin of my shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be out there then?”

His mouth leaves a hot trail of breath as he slowly drifts back to my face. “Who gives a shit?” A hand slips between us, inked thumb gently tugging my bottom lip down as he speaks. “I want them to know where my priorities lie, who’s really second best.”

My breath catches in my chest, knowing that he heard everything Viva said. I would feel embarrassed if he wasn’t already erasing every second of that conversation from my mind with his touch.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble.” I say it even as I help strip him of his shirt, leaning forward to run my tongue along the swirl of one of his tattoos as it drops to the floor.

His response is to pull me from the wall and carry me toward the love seat in the room, dropping me into the cushions as he leans over me. His lips find mine in the next heartbeat. My legs wrap back around him, hands cradling his head as he steals every negative thought from my head with his kisses.

He drops a forearm by my head, holding himself up so he can run his palm up my side under my dress. His thumb just brushes my nipple when there’s a pounding on the door. I jump but Remy ignores it, trying to continue his exploration even as I start to sit up, hands pushing his chest.

I break my lips from his as the pounding continues. “Did you lock the door?”

He bites a path up my neck, a mumbled “No” coming out at the same time Donatello opens it.

Donatello scoops up Remy’s shirt, throwing it at him a second after he turns to look his way. “You have a meeting.”

Remy lets out a deep breath, eyes dropping to my lips before he places two more quick kisses, pulling his shirt over his head. He gets off of me and I adjust my dress, watching as he adjusts himself in his denim jeans. Looking around him, I see Donatello leaving the room. Remy catches my cheeks in his palms, kissing me once more.

“I’ll come by your place after this.” He pulls away from me, honey gaze following me as I stand from the couch.

“Okay.” I have a feeling this meeting is more important than he’s trying to pretend, but I let it go. If it concerned me, I’d know about it.

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