Page 31 of Lethal Vows

“I do not,” she says, not pulling her hand away as I continue to draw imaginary images on the back of her hand.

“You never got off that night with… what’s his name again?” I pretend to think on it, when in reality, I know exactly who the cocksucker was.

“Andrew,” she whispers.

“That’s right. You never got off with Andrew. And I know a woman like you needs a release. You planned to fuck him when you needed it, right? No relationship, just sex. Why can’t we have that?”

Rya pulls her hand back now, snatching it away and placing it under the table. “Because you want to marry me, that’s why.”

“So if I told you I didn’t want to marry you, I could fuck you?” When she stays silent for a minute longer, I grab the ring box and place it in my pocket. “Done! Your place or mine?”

“I never agreed to it. You are so fucking twisted. How can you expect me to fuck you?”

“Preferably on your back so I can watch those fucking eyes water as you come.” I wave my hand in the air to get the waitress’s attention, then give her my credit card when she approaches the table.

I stand and offer Rya my hand. She shakes her head with a tight smile. Polite enough if anyone were watching, but the venom in her tone is purely for me to hear when she says, “I amnotfucking you.”

“But you are.” I lean in closer. “No more marriage talk. That’s the deal.”

“No.”

“Okay.” I pull the ring back out and drop down to one knee. Her face goes red, and people gush at me, starting to whisper.

Reaching for me, she grits out, “Get up.”

“Which option?” I go to open the box.

She snaps it shut. “Iwon’tmarry you.”

“So you’ll fuck me?”

“You know this is a really weird way to try to seduce someone,” she whispers.

“The people are waiting for an answer.”

She quickly scans the restaurant before her gaze comes back to me. “Stand up.”

“Which option?”

“For fuck’s sake.” She shakes her head and attempts to walk off, but I capture her wrist and pull her back.

“Which option?”

“I can still knee you in the balls,” she says with a satisfied smirk.

“Is the thought of fucking me that bad for you?” I ask. I know it’s not, but I’m waiting to see how honest she is.

“I-I…” I stand at her stutter.

“We’re fucking,” I say with finality.

Rya tries to step back, but I still have her wrist clasped in my hand. Tugging her behind me, I grab my credit card from the waitress on the way outside. We reach the car, and the driver opens her door. She gets in obediently, and as soon as I close my door behind me, we sweep into the mass of cars surrounding us. She’s quiet, her lips pursued, and her chin held high. This beautiful vixen is tormenting me in ways she has no right to. I lay my hand on her thigh just below the hem of her skirt, and her sharp gaze locks on me.

“What are you doing?” she asks, surprised, but makes no move to stop me or remove my hand. “I didn’t agree to anything. Take me home.” Her gaze stays glued to my hand, watching what I’m doing. I start with slow strokes up and down her thigh, testing my luck. I want to give her the room to push me away if that’s what she really wants.

She doesn’t, though.

She simply sits there, watching.

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