Page 89 of Vow

Fuck him.

“What you’ve done to us is not love,” she said, refusing to budge even an inch. She was not going to give him that, not for this. “You’re not love.”

“Haven, listen to me.”

“There’s nothing to listen to because there’s nothing to say.”

“There is!”

Haven shook her head slowly. They were so close that she could see the darker flecks of green and gold in his eyes. God, she had loved those eyes of his once. Loved how they seemed to only see her even in a room full of others. Deep, and expressive. Even when the rest of him was as cold as ice.

But right now?

She didn’t love them at all.

A lot like him.

All she wanted to do in that moment was hurt him in the way he had hurt her. Make him feel the same kind of pain, or even a fraction of it so that maybe he could understand the hell he had created in her life. She was fine before him; she was going to be fine after this man, too.

Haven kissed him again. The same way he’d kissed her—like the world was gone, and she was handing her sound over with every stroke of their lips, and tangle of their tongues. She kissed him like nothing else mattered, and nothing ever would.

Because it would be the last time. That was her promise.

She was going to use him like he’d used her time and time again. She wasn’t going to regret it for even a second—nothing after everything.

Haven reached for Andino’s pants, and it was the only time he hesitated to answer her back. His wariness lasted as long as it took for her to get his pants undone, and slip her hands beneath the waistband. She found his cock hard, and heavy inside his briefs. Against her lips, he grunted out her name followed by a soft apology as she stroked him with a tight fist.

That apology only pissed her off more.

It was enough to make her want to hit him again, but she didn’t even have time for that before Andino was lifting her against the wall. His mouth attacked the column of her neck—tasting and kissing all those spots he knew she loved—as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

The hard ridge of his erection pressed against the thin fabric of her panties. Damp panties. She was already wet, ready to take him, and willing to so they could finally be done with this dance that had been going on between them for far too long. Unashamed, she arched her body against his, and used the grinding of her hips to ease some of the ache between her thighs by rubbing against his dick.

Flames licked at her body with every touch of his mouth or hands against him. His palms slipped under that too-large T-shirt, and found her bare breasts. Haven tipped her head back, and let out a hard gasp when his thumbs and forefingers tweaked her hard nipples. His tongue lapped at the hollow of her throat, his hips flexed forward to grind his cock against her wet panties, and she was flying.

For a second, she did forget how much she hurt, and all the things this man had done to her. Even through her lustful haze, she could feel how frantic and desperate they were in their movements. Shaking hands, and hard breaths. Hard kisses, and stinging bites.

Haven all but blinked, and Andino was moving them again. His fingers dug into her ass as he moved into the kitchen. Her backside came to rest on the counter, and he spread her thighs wide. He only let her go long enough to peel those panties down her thighs. He wasted no time—there was no slowness in his actions. He loved to tease her, but not today.

His mouth was back on hers when he shoved his pants down. Then, his hands were on her thighs again to squeeze tight, and widen them until her muscles protested and her bones ached.

But fuck her, because she loved it.

“Just fuck me, and be done with it,” she rasped.

Done with her.

With them.

Just done.

“Fuck,” Andino snarled when his cock was right there. All it took was one hard flex of his hips, and he was buried deep in her slick cunt. Sensitive flesh became all that much more tender as he filled her full, pulled back out, and then slammed right back in again. Another brutal thrust came right after that one, and then again. Until he was just pounding into her with a tempo that drove her insane. “Look at me … look at me.”

She didn’t.

Couldn’t.

Instead, she watched his cock slide through the wet lips of her pussy until his hand curved around her throat, and he forced her head back. Like this, she was forced to stare into those eyes again. She was forced to see things she didn’t want to.