Page 10 of Ruined Vows (Borrelli Mafia #5)

VUKAN

A TASTE OF SUBMISSION

T he boxing match is over. I won, sure. But it doesn’t feel like a win.

Well, not a resounding in-your-face win. It was…respectable.

But nothing could have prepared me for the vision of her when she stepped in front of me.

She was a goddess, dressed in tactical gear—leggings and a bra top that put her beautiful breasts on display. I wanted to grab them, bury my face in them, and slap that tight ass of hers.

I wanted to ravage her. She’s got me within the sights, and it’s as if she’s used the scope of her rifle to pepper me with love bombs.

But she doesn’t have to do anything to accomplish that. I’m already smitten.

I’m sure she’s used to men dropping at her feet. But I won’t.

I’m used to women pursuing me, which perhaps makes her different. She’s not afraid of me, and she doesn’t bow.

And I’m enjoying the challenge.

Her sassy mouth and snarky retorts are intriguing. She’s witty, and on top of it, she’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to slide my huge cock inside her slick folds and feel her tightness around me as I claim her.

I’ll ruin her. And when I do, she’ll never see it coming.

But first, I want her to dream about me. I want her fantasizing about me. I want her dripping the second I walk through the door…

And then, I want her to spread her legs like petals on a spring flower. I not only want her submission, I want her to scream my name when she comes.

That’s the only way this ends.

She needs to know I can conquer her. That I can best her in everything. That I won’t just give in to her because she expects it.

No, I’ll win fair and square—that way, she will respect me and my prowess in everything, from killing enemies to fucking her wet pussy.

It’s only a matter of time. I saw it in her eyes and how her lips melded to mine.

I groan. I wanted to fuck her. I didn’t want to punch her.

What’s amusing is the fact that she tried to beat me, a man who’s two of her because she’s one hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet.

But that’s neither here nor there. I wanted to knock her off her game and show her that I’m the only man for her, but she fought me every inch of the way.

I’m so turned on I could drive a nail into a concrete wall. No woman has ever turned me on like this.

And it didn’t stop there. My ribs ache as much as my cock. I have the worst case of blue balls. Damn it—nine more dates.

How can I resist her?

I thought this would be easy. I thought she would fold on the first date. But I was wrong.

Her barbs are delivered with surgical precision, especially when she’s intent on making a point. And she has no intentions of losing because she’s dug in her heels.

Our first kiss? Fuck me. I had a difficult time stopping. It was sweetness I’ve never known. All it took was one taste, and I’m ruined. One taste left me defenseless.

I’ll never have my fill. The glimpses of her softness are deceiving because she leaves a ripple like a tsunami wherever she goes.

And I’m all in.

I’m enthralled. Captivated. My cock throbs. I want more. I want a lifetime of more.

When I dropped her off, I sat in the car a minute longer than necessary just to watch her leave. I hated seeing her go, but the view was spectacular.

Damn, but she’s hot.

I was mesmerized by the sway of her hips and her tight ass. And her legs? They reach heaven.

She’s lethal on the field and off it, and I’m sure she’ll be the death of me because I might just die of want.

I can’t wait to see her in a dress with a long slit, one that stops at the top of her thigh, giving the allure of something more, but tells me I still have to earn her.

I rub my chin, deep in thought. I have to play this just right. If I move too fast, I’ll spook her. If I don’t push her, she’ll lose interest.

I have to conquer her, one date at a time. And as much as I’m a patient man, I can’t wait to claim her, to have her under me, begging me to fuck her.

I groan in agony as I reach down to adjust my stiff cock.

I’m miffed I’ll have to pleasure myself in the shower when it could have been between her delectable thighs.

I’ll break her and soon, she’ll be putty in my hands.

One more date is all I need.

I’m willing to step into the ring time and again. I don’t care how long it takes. My little princess is a fighter. But this only ends one way—with her becoming mine.

Later in the day, I’m sitting at the long table filled with guns. An ice pack is pressed against my side, and I watch my younger brother, David, load rounds into a magazine with the casual rhythm of someone raised on war.

He doesn’t look up when he speaks.

“She hit you that hard?”

“She caught me off guard,” I reply gruffly.

He smirks. “You let her.”

I grunt. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” He chuckles. “This is going to be fun, watching you chase a woman half your age.”

I stare out the window of the training compound. It’s dark now. But I still see her. Her blue eyes and her hard body. She’s flashing in front of me, her fists flying, her green eyes wild with defiance. Every move was calculated.

God, she was beautiful.

“She came at me like she wanted to kill me,” I mutter.

David chuckles. “And you liked it.”

“I loved it.” I turn my attention to him. I can’t get over how much we look alike. The fact that we’re brothers is evident in our dark hair, intense eyes, and chiseled chins.

He glances up and looks intently at me. “You’re in trouble.”

It’s the statement of the century. Fuck. I hate it when he’s right.

“She was supposed to be a formality,” I say. “A peace offering. A pawn,” I explain.

“And now?” His eyebrows furrow.

I exhale slowly. “Now she’s a fucking queen and I can’t get her out of my system. ”

David tilts his head. “She got in your head already?”

“She’s living in it— and I don’t care! ”

I press the ice pack harder to my side. I can still feel the echo of her fist. I saw the satisfaction in her smirk when it landed. She wasn’t trying to flirt. But it was sexy as hell.

She was trying to break me. She wanted to leave a mark and make a statement.

And all I wanted was to drag her closer and kiss her until she forgot her name.

“She’s different. She’s not afraid of me,” I say.

“That’s what scares you?”

“No,” I murmur. “That’s what excites me.”

David finishes reloading and slides the magazine into the drawer. “You gonna make her fall in love?”

I smirk. “No. I’m going to make her realize she already has.” She’s been on my mind since the first time I laid eyes on her. I know she has feelings for me, but I wonder if it’s me or just the physical aspect.

David’s quiet is a beat too long. Then he says, “Radovan’s still talking.”

“I know.”

“And Bianca doesn’t know the extent of what she’s signing up for,” he says, pointing out that I have traitors I need to extinguish.

“She doesn’t need to,” I say coldly. “Not yet.”

David nods, but his eyes stay sharp. “You sure you can keep your head straight? Between her and the council?”

I pause. The honest answer? No.

Not when I’m still tasting her in the back of my throat and replaying the way she stood up to me like she’d just conquered an empire.

But I’ll lie about it to everyone except her.

I crack my neck and toss the ice pack to the side.

“She thinks this is her game.”

David raises a brow. “Isn’t it? ”

I smile slowly.“Not anymore.”

She doesn’t know how dangerous I can be when committed to a cause. Sure, she saw me kill men. But she’s never seen me woo someone I intend to keep forever.

David leans back against the edge of the weapons rack, arms crossed, brow raised.

“How was the match?” he says,

I wipe a slow hand down my face, then crack my knuckles. “She thinks she’s in control.”

“You just said she punched you in the ribs,” he chortles.

“And I let her.”

He snorts. “Sure.”

“So?” he asks. “What do you have planned for your five?”

I glance at him.

“Your five dates,” he says, clarifying the question.

I narrow my eyes. “These aren’t dates. They’re pressure points. I want her to be unsteady. I want her to question everything she thinks she knows about me. About us .”

David tilts his head. “So you’re going full psychological warfare?”

“Exactly,” I say, grabbing the water bottle beside me. “She wants me to chase her, like the boys she’s dated. But I will show her what it’s like to be with a man. I will haunt her. I will leave her wanting me, and it will drive her nuts.”

He waits, expectant, so I give him the details he wants.

“One date will be a private dinner,” I say. “Just us. No security. No distractions. I want her to look me in the eye and realize I already know how she likes her wine, her music, and which side of the bed she sleeps on.”

David grins. “Creepy.”

“Effective.”

He nods, waving a hand for me to go on.

“Next?” I say. “A dive bar. I want her out of her element.”

He chuckles. “I’ve seen her on Page Six. She’s classy. You might convince her not to date you with that one. Are you trying to make her hate you?”

I see the concern in his eyes.

“I have to do the unexpected,” I explain.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s had dates,” I state matter-of-factly.

“She’s had men trying to impress her with all the generic things.

The obvious things. But what they don’t know is that she’s real.

She’s not into pomp and circumstance. She’s a trained martial arts expert.

She’s a woman who can fire a gun and doesn’t lose her shit when bullets rain like hell fire around her.

Hell, I’ve had men with more training crack under fire. ”

He nods in agreement. “Okay, I’ll give you that. So a dive bar filled with the smell of stale beer and old peanut shells on the floor. Got it. Next?“

“I’m going to gift her a wardrobe from a top designer that she’s never heard of but will love. I know one in Dubai.”

“Wait—what?” He shakes his head. “You sure about that? She can buy anything she wants.”

I smirk. “She can’t buy this. This designer has never accepted a commissioned project for an individual before. This isn’t something she can buy.”