Cruel Vows

PAISLEY

The devilishly handsome man who cornered me in the bathroom continues to leer at me. Whatever cologne he’s wearing is intoxicating as it invades my senses. He’s crowding me against the wall, making it impossible for me to escape. Not to mention, he won’t reveal who he is.

The crazy thing is that all I can think about is how beautiful his eyes are. They’re intense and dark like chocolate and I’m completely mesmerized by them. Although it’s not the only aspect of him which is beautiful. I’ve never seen a man so utterly breathtaking.

The square lines of his jaw are true male perfection, so perfect he hardly looks real. I almost expect to place my hands out and find I’m staring at the page of a men’s health magazine. His dark medium length hair is swept back over his head, paired with a neatly trimmed beard that gives him a rugged appearance.

God knows what he wants, but I fear he’s one of the Morrone family, as he was talking to Axel earlier.

“Don’t worry, princess. You won’t get in trouble.” His right hand lands on my left hip and my entire body bursts into flame at the intimate touch. “It’s Axel King, isn’t it?”

I can’t understand why him calling me that turns me into molten lava. Especially since I’m anything but a princess. It almost feels like a taunt, especially from a man as refined as him.

He’s wearing an exquisite navy blue designer tux that would have cost more than my car, not to mention the chunky gold Rolex on his wrist. It’s people like him that make me sick to my stomach with all their entitlement and pomp.

“Yes, can you let me go now?”

He squeezes my hip, making me gasp. “Is that really what you want?” There’s the most intense look in his eyes and it makes my heart gallop faster against my rib cage.

I lick my lip. “My brother will wonder where I am.”

Arching his brow, he leans closer. “Is he the one you were arguing with or the other guy?”

My stomach flips as it suggests this man had been watching me for a while. “Are you some kind of creepy stalker?”

He chuckles, a rich, deep sound that echoes around the small bathroom. “No, but you caught my eye.”

“I caught your eye.” I laugh. “Why? Is it because I definitely look like I shouldn’t be at such an upmarket party?”

He growls softly. “No.” He places his other hand on my right hip, sending tremors through my entire body.

I clench my thighs together, which are damp from arousal, and this guy is hardly touching me. Goddamn traitorous virgin body. It’s about time I got laid, but it’s near on impossible since I’m always at the bar. There’s no way in hell I’m losing it to any of the members of the MC.

“Because you’re beautiful, princess.” His lips move closer to mine and I’m certain he’s going to kiss me. The muskiness of his cologne is so heady and intoxicating that it’s clouding my judgement.

There isn’t a world in which this man would ever fucking notice me, which makes me tense.

What does he want?

I place my hand on his chest, planning to push him away. The feel of his hard, muscular body beneath my hand only heightens the tension as his breath falls on my face.

“What do you want?” he asks, searching my eyes.

I can’t work out the meaning of the question as I stare into those hypnotizing eyes. Does he mean in life or right now, in this very moment?

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

He moves his lips so close to mine they’re almost brushing. “Liar,” he breathes.

The gentle brush of his lips against mine makes it almost impossible to resist as I grip the front of his shirt and pull him closer. His lips part and I feel his tongue demanding entrance and I give it to him without hesitation.

This is the hottest and craziest thing I’ve ever done, as I moan into his mouth.

His tongue swipes at mine with harsh, hungry movements that only deepen the ache inside of me.

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

And then he lifts me off the floor as if I weigh nothing, pressing my back into the wall and forcing me to wrap my legs around him. His lips trail down my neck in hot, nipple hardening kisses.

When his teeth sink into my collarbone, I gasp in surprise at the sudden sharp pain, gazing into those dark, devilish eyes. “Wait.”

He kisses me then, silencing my words, and my mind obliterates all rational thought. It’s as if I’m only thinking with my pussy and everything else doesn’t matter right now. I’ve kissed men before, or at least I thought I had, but I’ve experienced nothing like this.

His hard erection grinds into my center as he kisses me against the wall. I moan and seek more friction, grinding myself against him.

“Fuck, princess. You are so damn hot.”

I groan, lacing my fingers in his hair when the door to the bathroom opens.

He drops me to my feet suddenly as the fantasy bubble bursts and we both move away from each other. Thankfully fast enough so that my brother, Rick, doesn’t see him pressed against me.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asks, glaring at the mystery man whose name I still don’t know.

The man smirks cockily at him. “Nothing at all. I was just leaving.” He winks at me before turning around and walking straight past my brother.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, rubbing a hand across the back of my neck. “I think so. That was weird.”

“What did he want?”

I shake my head. “I don’t really know. He just cornered me and asked me who my boss is,” I say, leaving out the minor detail that he just kissed me like I’ve never been kissed.

“Did you tell him?”

“No, but he guessed it was Axel.”

Rick’s expression turns grave. “I don’t like this. We need to get out of here.”

I can’t say the idea of leaving this party is as enticing after the mind-blowing experience I just had.

A part of me wants to seek him out and see where it was going to go. “You’re right. Let me just freshen up and I’ll meet you outside.”

He looks hesitant, but nods and leaves me alone.

I walk to the sink and turn on the faucet, staring at my own reflecting in the mirror. My lips look swollen and I turn a deep pink when I see the hickey appearing just above my collarbone.

Fuck.