Page 67 of Broken Vows

When you’re angry, the closest target is the easiest.

I guess I could say that’s why I stayed away so long.

It was easier to respect Emerson’s wishes than admit she deserved better than me.

I entered our relationship with more baggage than an international flight.

Only one remained when she left me. It was the biggest, but that doesn’t matter. She cleared off the conveyer belt for me and made the burden of my birthright less obvious.

The recollection has me sucking her clit into my mouth with so much force that her back bends as a ferocious orgasm scorches through her.

Her moans bounce off priceless paintings, mingled with my own. I’m the hardest I’ve ever been and fighting like fuck not to extend her orgasm to endless.

I wouldn’t hesitate if I weren’t desperate to be buried deep inside her.

After bringing her back from the clouds with more delicateness than I used to rocket her to an outer galaxy, I shoot my hand down to my pants and free my cock.

Emerson’s moan when she takes in how angry and hard I am rolls through me like liquid ecstasy. I feel the same heat betweenher legs that I feel in my veins when I brace my cock at her pussy’s entrance and pierce its head between her wet folds.

“Yes,” Emerson whispers when I push in, stuffing inches of my rock-hard cock inside her with one thrust.

“Christ,” I bite out. “You’re so damn tight.”

I clench my jaw, refusing to make a fool of myself like I have previously.

We have years to make up for. I want this to last as long as possible.

“Please, Mikhail,” Emerson begs, withering beneath me. “I need you to move. I can’t come after only one pump. It will make me starfish for the rest of our exchange.” I almost laugh until she completes her reply. “I don’t want to be remembered as a dud.”

Remorse for her words blisters through her eyes, but it’s too late.

The damage has been done.

The spell has been broken.

As her words ring through my head on repeat, I pull out faster than I entered, and then head for the closest exit, fiddling with my zipper on the way.

I hear Emerson call my name, but I keep moving, the fight not in me. I am furious, fucking enraged, but since I’m the only fool deserving of my wrath, I must keep moving.

The beep of a call ending sounds into my ears a second after I slide into an idling SUV in front of my grandfather’s estate several long stomps later.

Kolya drifts his confused eyes over my flushed cheeks and sex-mused hair before his lips twitch in preparation to speak.

I beat him to the punch. “Transfer one hundred thousand into Emerson’s account.”

I’m at the end of my tether. It isnotthe time for Kolya to test me, but he pushes like he knows my reputation isn’t as fierce as my siblings’. “They will require proof.”

“Transfer her the money!” I demand again, my shout arriving with my fist landing on the headrest in front of me.

I hit it again and again, needing the thumps of my fists to drown out Emerson’s underhanded comment that our romp was a once-only reimagining.

She did it for the money, not for the memories, and the knowledge is killing me.

“Okay,” Kolya caves. “I will have it transferred immediately.”

My nostrils flare as I suck in some big breaths, endeavoring to calm my anger before it spirals out of control.

I shouldn’t have bothered. “Then organize for her things to be returned to her home before I return this evening.”