Page 71 of Ruined Vows (Borrelli Mafia #5)

BIANCA

I SAID YES

H is battles are now my battles.

I thought I’d consider the ring and marriage surrender…but sometimes surrender is just another word for saying, “I choose you,” meaning it with blood, not flowers and cake.

As I walk the halls, the mansion is silent. Summer rain pounds the windows. It’s a lullaby of temptation.

He kissed me with his words— I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll forget how to lie —it wasn’t just lust. It was a threat.

And I’ve never been good at resisting a dare.

The door clicks open behind me. I don’t turn. I know it’s him.

His voice is low. Possessive. "You keep coming back to the flame, Bianca. How long before you admit you want to burn?"

I breathe deep. Slow. Not yet.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

He steps behind me. Close. His heat licks my spine.

“I know. I heard you pacing. I imagined your thighs rubbing together while you tried not to think of me.”

I spin around. “You’ re disgusting.”

He grins. “I’m honest.”

“You’re arrogant.”

“And you’re wet.”

My slap is fast. He catches my wrist before it lands. Holds it there between us, tension coiled like a fuse.

“Let go.”

“Tell me to stop wanting you. Say it like you mean it.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

He lowers his mouth to my ear.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then he steps back. Releasing me, and I hate him for it.

Because it makes me want him more, and I’m the one who can’t breathe.

He senses the shift and pulls me into his kiss as his lips devour mine.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re exhausted.”

And god help me, he does just that.