Page 15 of Betrayal and Vows

Her mouth parts. “You’re not.”

I stare at her, trying to reconcile this wild-eyed woman with the polished mafia princess with the platinum-blonde hair and innocent beauty.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” My throat feels like I’ve gargled with gravel.

We stare at each other. Years stretch between us. Choices. That kiss.

That kiss that ruined me.

I don’t know who moves first.

Maybe it’s her. Maybe it’s me.

My mouth slams against hers. I feel a pinch in my upper lip from her teeth crashing against mine. I relish the pain. Ifeelthe pain.

A soft whimper from her fills my ears.

I’m gone. I’mgone.

I grab her ass through the flimsy material that barely covers her. Her fingers dig into my chest. We kiss like we’re drowning in it. I feel my blood moving through my veins.

“Anton,” she gasps against my mouth.

I press her against the wall, knee between her thighs. She moans again. It unravels me.

I grab her wrist and push it against the wall, pinning her there, body to body.

“I warned you,” I growl.

“I can’t.” Her words are soft, barely audible.

“Why?”

“Because they’ll kill you.”

I brush her hair back. “Let them try.”

“You don’t understand?—”

“No,” I snap. “You don’t understand. You think I’ve touched another woman? I’ve been dying from the inside out, Lena. I. Will. Have. You.”

She shudders.

And then we’re kissing again. Desperate. Messy. Too much and not enough.

I’m going to fuck her. My cock is hard and demanding relief. I hear voices and female laughter.

“Fuck,” I hiss and pull back.

I can’t fuck her in the hallway.

I grab her hand and shove open the door to the men’s room. “Get out!”

The man standing at the urinal with dick in hand jumps. He looks at me and rushes out, zipping up as he moves. I kick the door shut and turn the lock.

She’s staring at me with shock and confusion. “Anton.”

“I told you,” I say and stalk toward her. “I will have you. I will know what you feel like squeezing around me.”