Page 1 of Betrayal and Vows

Prologue

Before the Vows- Anton

Ikissed her once.

Now I’m about to do something I won’t come back from.

And I already know — she’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

She moved like she wanted to be worshipped.

That dress clung to her like a second skin, glittering gold with a slit that ran too high, too sinful.

Her legs were bare.

Her laugh was loud. Her lipstick was smudged.

And her eyes… they were locked on mine.

She knew.

Five years after the kiss in the library, and she still fucking knew.

I followed her the second she slipped down the hallway, barefoot and drunk and dangerous.

Not because it was smart.

Not because it was safe.

Because I wanted to taste what I already knew would ruin me.

“Are you going to follow me all night?” she asked, voice like static, eyes molten.

“You shouldn’t be alone.”

She smiled like a dare. “Neither should you.”

I should’ve walked away.

Instead, I stepped closer. “What do you want from me, Lena?”

“I want to know if you still dream about that kiss.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

She backed into the wall. Her bare foot dragged up the side, leg exposed to the thigh, and her hand curled around the side of her dress.

“Too late,” she whispered.

I snapped.

In one breath I was on her. Fist tangled in her hair, mouth at her throat, body caging hers against the wall like I was starving for it — because I was.

“You don’t know what you’re playing with,” I growled.

“Then show me.”

I didn’t kiss her.