Page 102 of Deceptive Vows

An uncontrollable tear slides down my cheek, and another follows. I hate crying, and worst of all, crying in front of him.

All I need now is for him to be the ruthless bastard he is and tell me yes.

But I’m the devil, too, because here I am, planning to escape the moment his back is turned or the instant someone puts a bullet in him to take him down.

But the thing about that is, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just run away and leave him to die so I can save myself. But he could sell me without batting an eye.

He walks back to me and stops a breath away to level me with a stare.

“Who told you that?” he asks.

“It doesn’t matter. You never did answer me that night when I asked you, what you wanted with me. You told me to go back to sleep. Why can’t you just give me an answer to a simple question? All I want to know is if you plan to sell me once I stop being a fuck toy.”

“Fuck toy?” he mutters pensively, and then his face hardens in understanding. “What did my brother say to you, Adriana?”

He knows.

“He said you would sell me or give me to him.”

His eyes darken with rage, and I swear the vein throbbing on the side of his head is going to pop.

He crowds me against the wall, and when my back hits the smooth wallpapered surface, the air leaves my lungs.

“Is that what you’re going to do, Mikhail?” I whisper, and he crushes his mouth to mine for a raw, unapologetic kiss.

He ravishes my lips, kissing me like he wants to possess me. He’s always intense.Always.

This time, however, feels like he’s desperate to take that last piece of me I try to hold on to for myself. His hungry lips consume me, and I take what he gives me knowing I’ve gone over that line of reason and crossed over into madness.

This is insanity. It crawls into my mind and weaves an invisible web of temptation I have no hope of escaping.

Only he could do this to me.

Only he could break me down like this with just a kiss that makes me relinquish my heart, body, mind, and soul.

He cups my jaw, and his lips wander over my cheeks, my eyes, my chin, my nose. Then brushes over my lips at the same time he lifts my dress up to my hips and pushes his fingers into my pussy.

He moves his nose over mine, inhaling me as he undoes his belt buckle and shoves down his pants.

Lifting my leg to hook it around his waist, he positions his cock at my entrance and rubs along my sex.

He lifts my jaw next and lowers his head so my eyes are in line with his. A wicked smile dances on his lips.

“No. My answer is no. Malyshka. I’m not going to sell you or give you to anybody, because you’remine.”

I’m already wet for him, so when he thrusts into my pussy, my body welcomes him.

I can’t answer, but I don’t need to.

My body does the talking for me when I slip my arms around his neck and I pull him back to my lips to kiss him.

I do that.

Me.

And he welcomes me like he’s mine, too.

A jolt of wild sexual energy lances through me like fire, and pleasure steals the remaining breath from my lungs.