Page 61 of Lethal Vows

That fiery spirit is so defiant against me even when her hands desperately slip to my belt. And then her hand finds its way to my gun.

CHAPTER33

Rya

Ipull out the gun and he watches me inquisitively.

He’s a dangerous man.

One of his hands is around my throat, the other firmly bruising my thigh with his tight grip.

“Have you ever been shot before?”

“No. Are you going to shoot me, princess?” There’s humor in his tone. Offended that he doesn’t deem me a risk, so I raise the gun and pull the trigger. My heart rate accelerates as someone else screams. A wicked, cruel smile stretches his lips, and I can feel his cock pulse against my inner thigh.

He grabs my wrist and pins it forcefully against my back. I arch into him, a flood of exhilaration pulsing through me.

“Boss?” one of his men yells from outside the door.

“Stand down,” he instructs with wickedness in his eyes. “I have to teach my new wife a lesson.”

“I am not your—” He cuts me off as he pulls out his knife. I go still.

His hand slides up my leg, pushing my dress over my hip. “Have you ever been shot, princess?”

I’m both excited and suspicious. This man is lethal and a threat. He’s proven that to me time and time again.

“No,” I whisper. My grip on the gun becomes limp as Crue constricts my wrist.

My heart pounds in my chest. The adrenaline still spiking as he places the knife in my other hand. I eye it cautiously as I slowly release the gun.

“Have you ever cut someone, princess?”

My heart drops at the silent challenge. “No,” I admit as I stare up at him, his imposing presence lingering over me like a devil reincarnated. I hate the control he has over me. Like his every little command while he has me in this state, I would follow.

“To be most effective, you cut across here.” His thumb presses into my throat as he drags it across my skin. He watches the motion hungrily. “Or for a slow death…” His hand forcefully moves from my throat and trails down my stomach, causing my back to arch with anticipation.

How am I attracted to this?

His thumb comes to my inner thigh, drawing down and close to my pussy. “Here.”

“And if I were to stab here?” I ask, pressing my hand to his chest.

“Then you better fucking run.”

His words make my heart skip. I shouldn’t be affected by this, but all control shatters as I try to reach up to him again. But he slams me down and, with efficient speed, removes his belt and drops his trousers.

He rips at the wrapper of the condom he pulled from his back pocket, and guides my legs until my calves are hitched over his shoulders. Appreciatively, he kisses my ankle with the anklet and his initial. Then, without warning, he slams into me. I try to buck as I adjust to his size, but his other hand pins me by the throat. He thrusts in deeper and takes my moans into his mouth.

I can’t muffle my cries, which slowly turn into moans as air becomes thin with how tightly he constricts my throat. The table groans beneath us with every thrust, and things clatter to the floor. A spark of heat grabs my attention as flames erupt behind me from where the candles were clumsily knocked over.

“Cru—” He clenches tighter around my throat, taking my tongue for his, as he pounds into me, my body jarring with his heavy thrusts. Fear sets into my bones.

But the pleasure…fuck, it feels so good.

My eyes roll back in my head. Am I really willing to fucking die in a fire for this, though?

The lack of breath almost has me desperate, but I’m so fucking close. I bite at the bottom of his lip, drawing blood. A low growl escapes him.

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