Page 136 of Vows and Vendettas


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Her shoulders sag, her eyes seek me out, and when I move towards her, she drops into my lap, sobbing.

The door opens behind us, and Connor walks in, raises his brow at me, and steps over us so he can pull the mask off. The man groans and my boss grins sadistically before motioning to have him removed.

“Touch base with me later,” he murmurs, leaving us. Deacon and Isaiah heave the man across the room and away.

Cara grips me tightly, her eyes wild. “Don’t go.” She tries to speak, but a pained rasp comes out.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” I growl. Her shoulders shudder, she sobs, and after several attempts to calm her down, I scoop her up and peel off her wet clothes before getting into bed with her. I cut the light and haul her to my chest as she cries into the pillow.

“He won’t hurt you again.” Knowing someone has breached the security and gained access to my room triggers a bud of rage to grow like a disease in my gut.

“I stabbed him.” Her voice is gravelly. I cup her throat and massage it gently. Pride flares in my chest that she fought back. I had noticed a small object protruding from his side.

“Good girl,” I whisper. Her body shudders, and another rush of tears has her shaking in my arms.

“I can’t stop crying.” Or shaking. She’s cold in my arms.

“You’re in shock.” Small fingers wrap around my forearm. “Let me warm you up.” She swallows, but I can see that it pains her. “Your body is going into overdrive.” I turn her to face me.

“Have you ever thought you’re going to die?”

“Every day. Nothing is guaranteed, Cara, not in this life.” Her fingers are like ice on my arms. “You need to learn to detach your mind from it.”

“I can’t. I keep seeing him standing over me.” Her eyes slam shut but quickly spring open, petrified and bloodshot. “I can’t get him out of my head.”

Growling, I wrap her legs around me and rub her arms and back with my hands.

“I thought something else was happening behind that door,” I admit, and her sobs soften, blinking up at me as she frowns. “I thought Simone had pushed you to bring someone into our room. I didn't like it. Apparently, I’m the jealous type.” She sucks in a shuddering breath, and I cup the back of her neck and force her head up to meet my eyes head-on. “I’m sorry for today. All of it. I promise to take better care of you.” Her mouth turns down, and she nods, her tears running free.

I lie for an age until she quietens down. Her body is pressed against mine. Eventually, she shifts, and her breath stalls when she nudges my erection. Clearing my throat, I say, “I need to speak with Connor,” and roll away, but she moves with me, gripping my wrist. She’s naked, and I groan in appreciation at her firm, small breasts and creamy skin.

“Get him out of my head,” she pleads.

“Soft isn’t in my repertoire.”

It's a few long minutes before she nods in understanding. “I know.”

“Cara.” Dragging my free hand down my face, I shake my head. “I’ve only ever taken what I want from women. I don’t know how to give.”

“Ronan, please.”

I lower my head, licking along the mark dug into her neck. Her breathing falters, and I continue on my path, dragging my tongue along the welt. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I’m asking you to do whatever it takes to get that sicko out of my head.” I chuckle at her use of words. Does she know who she is married to?

“What about this sicko?” I muse, my brow raised.

Her small hand reaches for my face. “He promised to take better care of me.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” There is a moment of indecision in her wide gaze, but it is soon gone when I undress and tug my erection.

Instinctively, her hand goes to the top of her back where she rubs at the leathery skin.

“Your scars don’t repulse me, Cara.”

Gingerly, she lowers her hand and yelps when I lift her and drop her higher up the bed. Her tits bounce and my head drops back as I force myself not to come undone already. I dreaded this day, meeting her and having to take her to bed. It was wasted energy. She’s damn pretty, and her body is sexy. And the only man I want in her head is me.

Crawling over her, I hook my arm around her lower back and hoist her up to the pillows, my mouth lowering to kiss her roughly. She gasps and pushes her tongue out to meet mine. The second they join, I deepen the kiss and hook her leg over my inner elbow, opening her legs to accommodate my hips so I can grind my cock against her pink pussy. A breathy moan disrupts the kiss, and I smirk.

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