Misguided Vows (Lethal Vows Book 5)
Misguided Vows: Chapter 21

I’m waiting for him in the hotel lobby.

Call me crazy, but whatever this is between us needs to end. I’m certain the moment we have sex it’ll flush out this weird tension we seem to be forming. I’ve already decided I’ll be staying in Honey’s old apartment, so tonight might be the last chance to get it out of my system. It might be a mistake, but I’d made plenty of those in the past, so what’s one more? Isn’t that what life is meant for?

And besides, he still owes me something. If I can use my body to obtain it, so be it.

It’s late, and I’m not entirely sure if I want to know what he could be up to at this hour. One thing I’m certain of is that he’s always around. Wherever I am, he’ll be there.

With serendipitous timing, he walks in looking slightly more tired than I’ve seen him before. He stops when he sees me, and a slow and steady smirk finds its way to his lips. I don’t bother standing, instead waiting for him to come to a stop in front of me. He’s changed his suit since I saw him earlier, and there’s an electrical charge around us as he looks down at me.

“I could get used to being greeted like this,” he says with that single dimple forming.

I stay where I am, pinning him with what he would most likely call a “come fuck me” look. He steps closer, never having issue entering my personal space. It’s almost a challenge for him to see how close he can get to me. When the tip of his shoes meet my heels and his cock is at my eye level, I stand and smirk up at him.

“The bet,” I say.

“Yes, the bet,” he muses as he slowly grabs a lock of my hair that frames my face, even with the rest of it put up in a ponytail.

“You stick to our original agreement and give me the plane, and you can win our last bet. Without having to play again.”

“You want the plane?” he asks, seeming preoccupied and fascinated by my hair.

“Yes.”

It’s as if that snaps the last of his control, because he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the elevators.

“Done,” he grits out, and the moment we’re in the elevator, he doesn’t even wait for the doors to close before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall as he presses the button for his floor, and his lips crash into mine.

My brain immediately short circuits as all inhibition snaps, and I feather my fingers through his hair. My body is on fire as he presses against me. Fuck, I want this. Fuck, do I need this.

He pulls one of my legs over his hip, and I’m already grinding against him, the tease of his very hard cock pressing against his pants. I’m shamelessly using it as friction.

The doors open and, for the first time since we entered the elevator, I can breathe as he pulls away and drags me by the hand into his room, keeping a tight hold on me, as if I’ll run.

I may.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

I had a few glasses of wine earlier to hype myself up, not for the fact that I’m more than likely going to be sleeping with him but to follow through with it.

Because for all his charm, Will is dangerous. I know that, which is why I’ve tried to avoid this, even though it almost feels inevitable. And I hope he’ll be bored with me once he’s had his fix. And hopefully, that works for me, too.

And I really want the plane.

Why?

Because I can, and I want to sell it and open an actual office. Somewhere I can meet clients, spoil my mother, and offer her early retirement, if she wants that. Why wouldn’t I seize this opportunity?

When we reach his room, he unlocks the door with one swift movement. His room is slightly bigger than mine but with a similar layout. What does grab my attention is the three monitors and laptop on the desk. He says he’s tracker. I say he’s a gamer.

The door shuts behind us, and it’s then that he drops my hand. As if he finally has me caged. Electricity dances along my skin, and suddenly, everything I’m wearing feels too tight.

At first, we just stand there, staring at each other. I don’t know why I’m nervous. I’ve never been nervous when it comes to pleasing men, but instinctually I know Will is on a completely different level. He slowly removes his jacket, that sensual, arrogant smile kicking up his lips.

“Last chance to back out,” he warns.

“I could say the same to you. It’s a pretty expensive fuck, wouldn’t you say?” I answer, pointing my nose higher in the air.

“Worth every penny. And besides, I do owe you that plane. You did win the bet,” he says as he removes his shirt and then kicks off his shoes. Now he stands before me in only his socks and pants.

He doesn’t make a move to touch me, and I stand there, eyeing his body. It’s hard not to. It’s very evident that he takes great care of himself and how he looks. He’s perfectly sculpted. I’ve seen him without a shirt before, but having him an arm’s length away, within touching distance, draws my skin tighter and causes a heated thrumming in my core.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, stepping into my space so we’re toe-to-toe again.

“You’re asking?” I’m surprised.

I slowly trail my fingers over his chest and land on what looks to be a scar from a bullet wound on his shoulder.

“Yes. I want your permission before you submit to me and scream my name.” His gaze flicks down to my curious one. I run my finger over the scar.

“How did you get this?” I ask.

“Alek shot me,” he says casually.

“By accident?” Aren’t they friends?

“On purpose,” he says proudly. “I was tracking him for a job and got too close. It’s our love bite.”

I don’t even know how to process that, and I’m not entirely sure if I want to dive deeper into the weirdness of that statement. Instead, I step closer so his hard cock is pressing against my lower stomach, and it curls my toes, thinking of all the things this man can most likely do. “You have a lot of confidence that you can make me scream.”

The smirk doesn’t leave his face as he reaches for my jacket and pulls it down my arms and then drops it to the floor with a light thud.

“I know I will.” His confidence is sexy.

He leans in, and at first, I think he’s going to kiss me. But he doesn’t; he just moves in so close that I can smell his minty breath on my lips.

“Do you want me to undress you?” he purrs.

“Yes,” I whisper, not sure if my hands will shake if I do it myself. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he makes me nervous. Maybe it’s the sexual attraction. Or the sense of danger he emits. Or it could be that pompous intimidation he carries with him.

He comes up behind me, and I feel him at my back. He doesn’t touch me at first, but I can feel his breath on my neck. I wait, as I don’t plan to move first. When he finally touches me, it’s to pull the tie from my hair, which leaves the locks loose and heavy down my back. Then I feel his fingers on my upper back, where the zipper to my dress is. He slides it down to the top of my ass, revealing my G-string. The dress slips down my upper body to bunch at my waist. He waits a beat before he reaches for my hips and slides the dress to the floor.

When he doesn’t speak or move, I glance behind me to see him eyeing my ass. I bite my bottom lip, feeling rather smug.

“Do you plan to stare at my ass all day?” His blue eyes find mine, and I track his movements as he circles me appreciatively and comes to a stop in front of me.

He admires my breasts, which are covered in a matching bra to my G-string. I feel oddly exposed with the way he devours me with his gaze alone, yet it produces a ripple of confidence to wash through me.

“Fuck me, you’re better than I could’ve ever imagined.” He drops to his knees in front of me and caresses my ankle. I still have my heels on, and when he gestures for me to lift my leg, I do, surprised when he drops a gentle kiss to my ankle.

Then his kisses start to move up my leg, higher and higher, until my leg is over his shoulder and his mouth is on my inner thigh. My heart is pounding as I watch this powerful man on his knees, and I take in a sharp breath as he reaches my G-string.

He pauses for a moment, then his tongue darts out and he licks me through my panties. When I gasp, he takes that as invitation and moves the material to the side so his tongue can slide between my folds and straight to my core.

I was already wet, but having his tongue there makes me flush with heated desire.

Fuck.

One of his hands is roaming up and down my leg, stroking it as his mouth works wonders between my thighs. I grip my fingers in his hair to keep my balance. His other hand has found its way to my ass, and he squeezes it, hard.

Oh my God.

He suddenly pulls back, my leg dropping from his shoulder and his hands abandoning me. He’s staring up at me now, a lethal edge to his blue gaze even when on his knees. I swallow hard as I catch another glimpse of his cock pressing against his trousers.

“Turn around, get on your knees, and press your hands on the floor,” he commands.

I do as he says, my ass now display. He kisses my ass cheeks appreciatively before sliding my G-string to the side again and angling my hips back so I’m more bent over. I’m completely exposed to him, and when I look over my shoulder at him, I’m pulled back to pure bliss as his mouth lands on my hole and his finger circles my asshole before pressing in.

I gasp in pleasure, the buildup making me feel too weak to hold myself in this position. His tongue is rapidly licking me, and his other hand moves to my front, where he begins circling my clit.

Fuck me.

I’m certain I’m already soaking wet.

His mouth doesn’t stop, moving over me like I’m his last meal, while his hands work magic in a way I didn’t know was possible.

I feel my legs start to tremble, but he doesn’t stop. No, he keeps going, pleasuring me in both holes, and I only want more and more.

Oh my gosh, he really is good with his fingers, because I’m going to come soon.

The buildup begins at the tips of my toes and slowly moves its way up to where he’s eating me out.

Fuck. I try to remember to breathe.

The finger that was in my asshole vanishes, and I moan at its absence until I realize he’s undoing his belt and pants. My heart and core are fucking pounding, and he’s devouring everything I’m able to give, his tongue unrelenting.

The buildup continues, and I can only focus on my own bliss.

His mouth continues fucking me, and I don’t want him to stop. But I can’t take this much longer.

“That’s it,” he says against my flesh. He doesn’t rush his rhythm, keeping up the perfect pace. My pleasure is about to cause me to snap in two as my nails curl into the carpet, and I moan as the wave crashes over me. My legs are trembling as he devours me, licking up everything as he continues to finger fuck my asshole.

It takes me a few moments to gather enough energy to stand. Only then does he pull away. When he does, I catch my breath before I turn around to see him pulling his trousers off. I gulp at the size of his large and very hard cock.

“I…”

“Yes, you can call me master anytime you please.” He winks and pulls me against him. His cock is pressing against my lower stomach as he walks me backward toward the bed. “Do you want to know how amazing you taste?” he asks, and before I give him an answer, his lips are on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, devouring me. As I wrap my arms around him, I’m lost to him, wanting and needing more.

Part of me is terrified, because how could anyone not be ruined by sex like this? But the moment my mind momentarily drifts away, he’s drawing me back into him by being ever more demanding.

I feel the back of my legs hit the mattress as he keeps kissing me.

Wow, he can kiss.

I knew that already, but damn.

His hands are on my hips, his blunt nails digging into my skin. His hands sensually glide up my sides and around to my back, where he unclips my bra. He pulls back and removes it from me, then stares with pure bewilderment.

“Are you enjoying yourself as much as I am?” he asks.

Who even asks that in the middle of sex?

“Tell me honestly,” he says, his gaze flicking back up to meet my eyes.

“You’re weird. You know that, right?”

“Yes, I guess I do. But, Alina…” He leans in and pinches my nipple. “I’ll be whatever fucking weird you need me to be to get off,” he states as he presses his hand against my shoulder and pushes me back on the bed.

He climbs over me, and I admire the flex of his muscles as he kicks my legs apart. I look down between us—mostly at his huge cock—appreciating every inch of him.

When he’s hovering over me, I wrap my legs around his waist. He smirks down at me, his cock nudging at my entrance. He moves the tip of it up and down, coating himself, soaking his cock in my juices.

“Will,” I say breathlessly.

“When you scream, you will call me William,” he orders before sliding straight into me to the hilt. My back arches at the contact, and my hands find his shoulders, my nails digging in hard. “That’s it, baby, fucking mark me.” He slides out and back in again.

I don’t hold back, feeling my nails cut through his skin, but I don’t stop.

I need this.

As much as he does, it seems.

He moves at a perfect rhythm while his hand disappears between us, and his fingers rub my sensitive clit softly.

Oh gosh.

“Alina.”

“Hmmm?”

“You can start screaming now.” He picks up speed, removing his fingers from my clit. And as he gets to his knees, he takes me with him, holding on to me and pounding me from the inside.

My hands find the sheets and clench them tightly.

He doesn’t stop.

And I don’t want him to stop.

“Now,” he orders, and the words leave me on command, as if I can’t stop them.

“William, fuck.”

“That’s my girl. Now, tell me what a fucking god I am to your pussy. How you’ll come back night after night so I can service her.” When I don’t speak, he slaps my clit, and I scream his name again, unable to stop myself as I come. He jerks beneath me as he begins to come inside of me, and I can’t but help wriggle my hips back and forth, wanting to milk him of every drop. Fuck, this man feels so good. He rolls into me at a lazy pace now, as if we’re not yet done with each other.

When I open my eyes, I realize he’s watching me. His hand trails down my chest and stomach, and the way he looks at me—as if he worships me—makes me feel powerful.

He pulls out, then stands with a smirk. He saunters to the bathroom, and I can’t help but bite my bottom lip. Fuck me, that was the best sex of my life. Not that I’d ever admit that to him. So when he comes back out with a damp towel to clean me up, I put on a sweet smile and ask, “So, when can I get the plane?”