Page 17 of Betrayal and Vows

I don't need to be told twice. I pull back and slam into her again. And again. Each thrust is punishing, desperate. Years of want and frustration pour out of me as I claim her.

I can feel the bass and hear the conversation beyond the door.

"Is this what you wanted?" I rasp in her ear.

"Yes," she moans. "God, yes."

I fist my hand in the black wig and pull it off, letting her beautiful hair fall around her shoulders.

Her fingernails scrape down my back as she wraps her legs around me like a vice grip. It feels so damn good I feel like I might die.

With each thrust, I sink deeper into her tight heat, feeling myself lose control bit by bit. "Lena," I growl against her neck as I grab her ass roughly. "You're killing me."

She responds by digging her nails into my shoulders even harder, urging me onward with those bright blue eyes that hold nothing but desire for me. This woman has no idea what she does to me; how much power she wields over me. I will walk through fire for her. I’ll burn the fucking world down for her.

I feel her body tighten around me, and I know she's close. The way she's breathing, the little sounds she makes—it's driving me insane. I change the angle, hitting that spot that makes her gasp and arch against me.

"Come for me," I demand, my voice rough. "I want to feel you."

Her response is immediate.

She shatters around me, her body convulsing as she bites down on my shoulder to muffle her cries.

The feeling of her climax triggers my own. I thrust deep one final time and let go, pouring myself into her with a growl that comes from somewhere primal.

We stay frozen like that, breathing hard, her legs still wrapped around me. I can feel my heartbeat thundering in my chest.

"Anton," she whispers, her voice shaky.

I pull back to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She's beautiful and mine.

Mine.

"I know," I say, understanding what she can't voice. The reality of what we've done crashes over us both.

Someone bangs on the door again, more insistent this time. "Come on, man!"

I look into her eyes again and see the fear.

Ah, fuck.

I’ve just signed our death warrants.

Chapter 4

Lena

Reality crashes over me like ice water.

What have I done?

What have we done?

I can feel him still inside me, both of us breathing hard.

The pounding on the door grows more insistent.

My legs are shaking as I unwrap them from around his waist.