Page 141 of Deceptive Vows


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“I didn’t play you. Please don’t believe that. Everything I did with you was real. I never lied to you about my feelings for you.”

She’s never told me what those feelings are, but I’ve seen them, or at least what I thought I saw.

“Maybe I just saw what you wanted me to see. I certainly believed what you wanted me to believe.”

“No.”

“You lied about who you were to save your neck. How am I supposed to believe anything you say?”

She stares at me, and tears fall over the edges of her eyes.

“Ask me. Ask me how I feel about you. You said you could tell if I was lying. So, ask me,” she pleads.

I tighten my grip on her throat and press my forehead to hers. I consider what she’s asking me to do. This will be the first time in my life that I would have done this.

“Ask me, Mikhail, or kill me now,” she mumbles. “Death will hurt my heart less than this. I don’t know what else to do.”

I lift my head from hers, and when I look into her eyes, I detect the answer there in the depths. I don’t need to ask the question.

What I see is what I always saw.

Her hazel eyes gleam with a sheen of purpose that steadies everything inside me and anchors my own feelings.

Nobody has ever looked at me like this.

I remember my father talking about how he felt about my mother. He described her as the other half of his soul.

That’s how this woman feels to me. Maybe it’s the same reason I refused to even consider something was off with her.

Her eyes brim with tenderness and passion, of unspoken promises and love. There is no mistake in what I read in them.

Or what I feel.

Instead of asking her anything, I move to her lips, and she reaches for me, too. The chains around her wrists clink. I think to take them off, but I don’t want to break this moment for anything.

Hungrily, I kiss her lips, demanding she give me more, and she does.

She doesn’t hold back, and all she gives me leaves my mouth burning with fire.

I catch her tiny waist and run my fingers down to her pussy, feeling how wet she is, how ready for me to fuck her.

The moisture of her sweet nectar in her delicious pussy sliding over my fingers hardens my cock, and there’s only one thing I can think of doing right now.

It’s the only thing I always think of when I’m with her.

I shove my pants down my waist and take out my aching cock.

I push her up against the wall, and as I slam into her welcoming heat, I don’t hold back. A pleasure-filled moan tears from her lips, but I keep kissing her, and I keep fucking her.

I keep possessing her.

She wraps her legs around my waist as I drive into her body harder and faster. I release her only to shove my pants down further so I can angle her against the wall to fuck her properly, but she grinds her hips against mine and presses herself closer to me.

“Don’t stop touching me,” she begs, pushing away from the chains. “Please.”

“I don’t plan to,” I vow. The words carry more strength than the vows I spoke on our wedding day.

I press her to me and allow the downpour of the raging pleasure to enslave me. Waves of ecstasy throb through my body and my dick as I fuck her.