Page 30 of Vows of Blood
Dammit, I hate the way he says my name. It makes some primal part of me melt inside. I stick my chin up and say, “I’m just going for a walk.”
He raises his eyebrow at me. “What’s in the backpack?”
“Nothing.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Come on, let’s go back upstairs.”
“No.”
He leans into me, a dangerous sparkle in his blue eyes. “No?”
“I’m done with all this. I’m not even supposed to be the one married to you. I’m leaving. And you can’t stop me.”
He closes the distance between us, walking slowly up to me until he’s towering above me. My heart catches in my throat as he gazes down at me. “Don’t test me, Isabella. You can walk back to the elevator with me right now, or I’ll pick you up and carry you there myself.”
“You wouldn’t da?—”
Before I can finish that sentence, he squats down and wraps his arms around my hips, hoisting me up and over his shoulder. Surprised, I let go of my backpack. As if he was anticipating it, he leans slightly and catches it, slinging it over his free shoulder.
“You son of a bitch!” I shout. “Put me down!”
He doesn’t say anything. He holds me firmly on his shoulder as he carries me back to the elevator. I look up and see that glass door getting smaller and a part of me starts to panic. I squirm under his arm and kick my legs, but it’s like trying to get free from the grasp of an anaconda.
He carries me to the elevator and holds onto me as we travel back up to the penthouse. “You can’t do this,” I growl at him. “This is kidnapping!”
He doesn’t say anything. He just holds me on his shoulder as I struggle under his muscular arm. The doors finally open and before I know it, we’re back in the penthouse. He doesn’t put me down until we’re back in the bedroom. He throws me on the bed and tosses the bag in the corner.
“What do I have to do to remind you how important it is that we stay together?” He says this in a half growl that rumbles around the room through the bass in his voice. “You’re impossible.”
“I’mnota child,” I tell him, sitting up in the bed. “I am an adult and you can’t treat me?—”
“You are mywife!” He leans into me, slamming his hands down on either side of my hips. “Do you get that yet? You cannot leave me any more than I can leave you.”
I go to push him away and he grabs my arm, pushing me down to the bed. I struggle, but he pins my arms to my sides.
“We are stuck together,” he growls, his breath hot against my face. “There is no escaping it.”
He’s on top of me, his hips resting against mine, and I can feel him getting hard. His cock presses right into me through his slacks. All those memories from last night that I had earlier are racing through my head. My breath starts to quicken.
“You can’t keep me here,” I tell him. “No matter what you do to me.”
One corner of his mouth turns up a little as he moves his hips forward, forcing my legs up until he’s right against my pussy. Mypanties move with the motion of his hips, the pressure from his dick sliding against my clit.
“Oh, yeah?” he answers. His lips are wet with anticipation. God, I want to kiss him so bad. “If I rip off those little shorts you’ve got on, tear away your panties, and fuck you hard all afternoon, you’ll rethink that. Don’t forget how I made you come last night. I can keep you wet and shaking well into the morning if I want to.”
He continues to dry hump me as I close on his sides with my thighs. Iloathehim right now. And yet, I long for him to fill me up again with his thick cock. I can almost taste his skin on my tongue as I kiss his chest and bite into his shoulder. I want to dig my nails into his back and scream his name.
What is this hold he’s got on me? I try to pull my arms free. He smiles as he lifts up just long enough to pull both my arms over my head, clasping them together with one hand as he grabs my breast with the other.
Fuck…He’s kissing my neck, his warm and wet mouth moving down to my collarbone. My nipples are rock hard against his fingertips as he runs them back and forth through my shirt.
“You are a stubborn little brat,” he whispers in my ear. “I could break you in a night. Make you want no one but me for the rest of your life.”
“I…” I stammer, “I’m never going to be yours, Alexei.”
The sound of his name on my lips stops him. He lifts up and looks at me, and for just a split second, I see a mix of fear and confusion behind his eyes.
He releases me, standing up and adjusting his dress shirt. “You’re already mine,” he said without looking at me. “Whether you like it or not.”
