Shattered Vows (The Denton Family Legacy 2)

He slammed inside, pausing. She felt every inch of his cock, and she tried to wiggle. He slapped her ass to keep her in place. “I’m the one in charge right now.”

His voice was deep, commanding, and it turned her on. The hand on her hip moved across her ass, stroking over her anus. She gasped.

“You were a virgin when I met you. Have you ever heard of anal?”

“Yes.” She had been a virgin, not dead.

“I’m going to take your ass. I’m going to own every inch of you, Harper. I love you, babe, so fucking much that it kills me to see you in pain.”

It was moments like this that made Harper feel guilty for ever doubting him. This was why she wouldn’t go and search his name on the internet, or go asking about him. She didn’t want to ruin moments like this. The way he looked at her, felt inside her, and talked. She loved every second of it. His thumb stroked over her ass, and she tensed up.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll get you ready for me.”

She gasped as he pressed, the tip of his thumb entering her ass.

“Fuck, you are perfect. Truly fucking perfect.”

He slammed inside her, over and over again. The thumb inside her ass stayed there. She thrust back against him as he rammed inside her, over and over again. He went so deep within her.

“Please, please, I need you,” she said.

“Touch yourself, baby. Let me feel you come around my dick.”

She stroked over her clit, moaning as each touch seemed to tighten her pussy around him. He was so thick, so big, and so amazing.

Abel pounded within her, making her take every inch. Fingering her pussy, she came around him, screaming his name.

Seconds later, he joined her, the flood of his arousal startling her with the ferocity.

“Fuck, baby, never leave me,” he said.

“Don’t give me a chance to.”

Chapter Ten

Abel made his way up to his father’s office. He’d been married for three months, and so far, everything was going according to plan. Standing at the elevator, he rubbed at his eyes. He was so damn tired. Living two lives was exhausting, and he wasn’t even cheating.

“You weren’t at dinner yesterday,” Oliver said. “How come?”

Oliver was born after him, and like all Denton men, he had a cold streak. His brother was known as the torturer. He looked for trouble, and he made sure there was always a survivor to tell the tale. Out of all of the men, Oliver was the most bloodthirsty.

“I spent the day with Harper.”

“Ah, does that mean she’s the reason you haven’t been home for dinner in a while?” Oliver asked. “She’s got those claws in you tight.”

“The first day I took Harper there, Landon and fucking Tamsin nearly spilled our fucking secrets.”

“It’s our fucking family. ‘Round that table is total honesty. Tamsin’s eleven, and she knows not to spill shit.” Oliver pressed the button to the elevator.

“I already did that!”

“Someone’s in a mood.”

“We went to see her parents this weekend, okay? It was a little stressful.” He moved his head from side to side, recalling how awkward some of the moments were. Her mother, Molly, had been a real sweetheart. Her brothers, not so much. Then there was the dad, Brian. He’d taken him out back with a fucking shotgun. Her parents had done the research on the Denton name. Fuck, his own father had reached out to Brian and Molly before Abel had even met them.

Brian had made him vow to not only tell Harper the truth, but to also protect her. To keep her away from their way of life. Abel was trying to keep that vow. With every passing day, he found it harder to lie to her. It wasn’t really lying. No, he simply wasn’t telling her the truth. He didn’t know what was worse, him lying by omission, or just plain lying.

“Are they normal?” Oliver asked.