Page 134 of Vow Of Fire

“They’ll disregard it at first,” I told her. I knew how this would play out. I knew them. “Since Malakov wasn’t involved, they’ll think it was someone using Russian weapons. AKs aren’t hard to get hold of, if you know where to look. The shit will hit the fan when the cartel retaliates.”

“When do you think that will be?” She clutched the stem of her wineglass so hard her knuckles turned white.

I shrugged. “Who knows? Today… Tomorrow…” All I cared about was that the men who’d gone after her, who’d attacked us, were dead.

She bit her lip again, hard enough to leave an imprint.

“Why don’t we order in tonight?” I suggested, sensing the tension radiating off her. I didn’t feel like cooking and Evelyn wasn’t up to it.

“Sure. If that’s what you want.”

I closed the space between us, setting my wineglass on the counter.

“It’s not all I want.”

Her breath hitched as I reached up and removed the clasp holding her hair in place. Soft red tresses cascaded over her shoulders.

“That’s better,” I murmured, twirling a strand around my fingers, marveling at the feel of it. She was all lush curves and softness packed into a petite frame.

Evelyn didn’t move, but those big, emerald eyes just stared up at me. I read excitement in them, and desire, but also fear. She was scared and trying not to show it.

“It’s going to be alright,” I murmured, brushing the back of my hand against her face.

“What if it isn’t?” she choked out. “What if something goes wrong and they find out what we’ve done?”

“Who? Los Santos Rotos?”

“No, Sergei.”

“He won’t.”

“But how can you be—” I silenced her by bringing my mouth down on hers. Gently at first. Nudging her lips apart to give me access.

She opened to me without hesitation, and I felt her melt against my chest with a breathy little moan. I gripped her upper arms, deepening the kiss. I wanted to banish her fear and replace the worry in those beautiful eyes with desire.

“Dante, I—” she tried again, but I absorbed her words and kissed the rest of her thoughts away.

When I was done, she clung to me as if she was too weak to stand. Her eyes were glazed, and her breathing was rapid and uneven.

“Trust me.” I knelt down to undo the button on her suit pants. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I felt her hands on my head, and her fingers weave into my hair. Once I’d pulled the trousers down her long, shapely legs, I kissed my way back up her naked thigh to the apex.

She gasped as my tongue licked the outside of her underwear. I felt her tremble, and her hands tightened in my hair. But there was still a lot of tension in her body.

“I’m going to make you relax, baby,” I said, glancing up.

She responded with a husky, “Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

I licked her through the fabric until she was soaking wet and whimpering softly. Then I rose, slid her underwear down, and lifted her onto the countertop.

“Open for me, Ophelia,” I demanded.

She did as I asked, crying out as my hot tongue slid between the folds of her pussy. I gripped her hips and drank her in, savoring the delicate softness and taste of her. It was heady and addictive, and I knew I’d never get enough of her.

She threw her head back and tilted her hips toward me, wanting more. And I was going to give her more. So much more.