Page 48 of The Vow

She immediately shook off his hand. “What do you mean?”

He had to speak over the sudden noise in the kitchen. “I mean, you’ve gone back to little miss claws-out-”

“I’m always ready to pounce, Carmelo-”

“Did last night honestly mean nothing to you?” he said, finally.

She let a puff out of her chest and looked down. She leaned into his chest a few degrees. Just enough to smell him, to feel the warmth of his body, just enough to hint at intimacy. He almost dared to hope he meant something to her.

“Too much,” she whispered into his chest.

He frowned, catching her wrists, holding them in front of his chest. “What do you mean?”

She scowled then, and pushed his chest lightly with her hands. “You heard. It meant too fucking much, Carmelo. I’m not prepared to lose my head over a guy like you-”

“But you were prepared to lose your virginity-” he couldn’t help but jibe.

She tutted loudly. “Fuck you for reminding me of that-”

“Oh Princess, until my dying day I won’t forget, you, on your knees, begging me-”

She shot back a quick insult. “You are insufferable.”

“You are fucking-” But the rest of his come-back was swallowed by her lips on his. She’d launched herself at him, he felt the wall bump lightly against his back. Her hot mouth was needy, desperate. Hungry. She could play the cold ice queen all she wanted but he knew he had gotten under her skin, too. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

“This is it, Carmelo, no more,” she breathed around kissing him.

Carmelo growled into her mouth, his body rubbing hers, his hands finding hers and pulling her into him. “No, Princess, it’s too late now, you are mine. I will claim you, I will take that precious little cherry of yours and fuck you into oblivion-”

“No, Carmelo-”

“See, the thing is, I know your no’s mean yes… face it, you want it, you want me, and next time, you are getting it…”

She let out a gasp of air, her hands yanked off his but planted firmly on his butt cheeks and squeezed him closer, she groaned with desire. Oh yeah, Carmelo thought, game on.

“What happened last night… it cannot happen again-”

“What, you making yourself come all over the bed sheets? Right, ‘cause I won’t be watching next time, you’ll have my dick deep in that tight little pussy of yours-”

“Carmelo, please…” she breathed, but it was all desire in her voice.

“Yes, that’s it Princess, you’ll wish you hadn’t begged me for it, you’ll be begging me to stop by the end because I’m not letting anyone else fucking touch you, you are mine.” He didn’t know what he was saying, where this was coming from. Not his brain, certainly. Somewhere deep and dark and raw and untamed. He didn’t care, he needed this, he let the words spill out of his lips and onto her, and she basked in them, eyes closed, lips open, subtle gasps instead of breaths now coming out of her lungs. “I’m going to take everything from you Lena, and you are going to give it up to me so willingly and submit to me, aren’t you, my good little Princess? My good little wifey?”

“Er… sorry, you aren’t meant to be back here.” A voice came from beside them. He slapped back into his body. Kitchen sounds and the smell of cooking and the harsh light smacked him like an uppercut to his face. Where the fuck had he been going with all that? What the fuck had he been saying?

She ripped herself off him, and he was left groaning with a semi, pressed up against the wall, panting. It was a kitchen assistant. Looking harassed and perturbed.

She blotted her lips with the back of her hand. “Something urgent came up-” She threw over her shoulder back at the kitchen assistant as she sashayed towards the door. No apology, no shame. Fuck, he loved her. “And thank you very much, I have got a UTI after all,” she huffed.

He followed out a few seconds later with a huge smirk on his face, a hard-on in his pants and a new, pinging sensation in his chest.

Back at the table, with a plate full of pastries that were totally unnecessary as he was already full, but very much not thinking straight, Carmelo felt Jovan lean in to speak in his ear directly. “Your family, your actual blood family, we’re going to need to meet them. They are going to need to come. I thought they’d be here this weekend-”

Carmelo licked his lips. “I know, I will speak to them, I… it’s just my father and my brother-”

Jovan grunted. “Your mother?”

Carmelo tilted his head. “She died, giving birth to me.”

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