Cruel Vows

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s anything.”

When I set eyes on this girl in my arms, I knew there was something special about her. Not just how utterly stunning she was, but something else.

Perhaps it’s the hardship she’s faced that drew me to her, but whatever it is, I know I feel more deeply for her than I have for any other woman in my life.

“I love you,” I murmur against her lips, before kissing her deeply to ensure she knows she doesn’t need to say it back.

I’m well aware that my princess is still reluctant about accepting her new life being my wife.

She claws her fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss.

I feel myself thicken in my pants, knowing I need to have her, but we haven’t got much time if we want to make it to Sal’s in time.

Groaning, I prize myself away from her. “We don’t have time, baby.”

She bats her eyelashes at me. “Are you sure?”

I glance at the time on my watch. “Certain. I’ll make it up to you when we get home.” I kiss her once more. “I promise.”

She looks disappointed but nods in agreement as I pull her out of the bedroom, knowing that now all my cards are on the table.

Paisley knows I love her. Despite the way I treated her so cruelly at the start. The question is, can she ever love a man who kidnapped her and forced her to marry him?