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I try not to ask Doc about his work, both because I don’t particularly want to know what illegal shit he gets up to while he’s outside this apartment, but also because I don’t want to force him to tell me other people’s secrets and put him in an awkward situation.

But something happened today. I can tell by the tension bunched in his shoulders and how he holds me so tightly against him that I can barely drag in a breath.

“Please, Isla,” he whispers, and I don’t need him to ask again to know what he wants.

I sigh and pull out of his embrace for long enough to step out of the shower and dispose of my tampon awkwardly, praying he doesn’t watch me as I do so.

But when I return to the shower, his head is bowed beneath the water, looking like the entire world is beating down on him.

Whatever happened today has rocked him, and if it’s my body he needs to find solace, I’m going to give it to him.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

DOC

Ishould have taken Isla away the second we found out Spade had men in the city. I’m so fucking pissed at myself that I didn’t do just that. But it’s too late now.

They’d follow us wherever I took her, and she’s safest here with me and the people I work for to protect her.

But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to hunt every fucking one of them down and kill them slowly and painfully.

I can’t fucking stand the idea of any of them getting their grimy hands on her, which is why the second I walked into the apartment, I wanted to bend her over the closest surface and fuck her until she was so full of my cum that my scent would be leaking from her pores for weeks.

And then came the next blow.

Her period.

I’m a fucking doctor. I know the body can take some time to level out after coming off the pill. But when it comes to Isla, I’m anything but rational. And the fact she’s not carrying my baby only seemed to fuel the fire beating through my veins.

She steps out of the shower, and I can’t bring myself to watch her leave. I know rationally she’s not going farther than the bedroom, but any distance feels like too much right now.

The water beats down on me, the warmth washing over my already overheated skin. Fuck. I hate that she’s in danger. I hate that these assholes keep getting closer. And I fucking hate that Spade is in the city right now.

Which is also why I refuse to leave this apartment. She’s safest here with me.

Soft arms wrap around my waist, and when I look over my shoulder, I find her plastered against my back with her eyes closed.

“Spitfire?”

“Take what you need from me,” she whispers, and I swear my fucking heart explodes. I didn’t even think the fucking thing worked before she walked into my life, and yet moments like this make the battered organ beat again, bringing life back to it.

I round on her so quickly she gasps before I back her into the wall, trapping her between me and the cool tiles.

“It won’t be gentle,” I tell her.

“Is it ever?” she challenges with a smirk.

I chuckle as I bend slightly and hook my arms beneath her knees. The moment I lift her from the ground, she wraps her legs around me. Her arms move to circle my neck, but I quickly capture them in one of mine and press them above her head.

“Beg.”

Isla’s lips part as she stares down at me, lust replacing the frustration that was there just a few moments ago. If there’s anything I’ve learned about my wife in the last month, it’s that she can’t stay mad. Holding a grudge goes against her very being, and that usually works in my favor.

“Please, Doc,” she whispers. “Please fuck me.”

“Are you going to be my dirty little whore?” I growl. I dip my head and trail a line of kisses along her jaw before biting down on the soft flesh of her neck. I need to mark her. Remind myself that she’s mine and no one can take her from me.

She cries out at the sudden bite of pain, but by the way she grinds her soaking wet cunt along my aching length, I know she’s into it.

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