Deranged Vows – Lethal Vows Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Drama, Mafia Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
<<<<192937383940414959>87
Advertisement2


Here I am, with a man who is infinitely dangerous, and I’m letting him kiss me. Take hold of me as I slide my hands down his chest. I go lower until I get to his belt. My hands start to work the buckle, but he doesn’t slow the kiss, his hands still plastered on my back. When I get the belt undone, I slide my hand inside his pants and feel his hard cock. Fuck, it’s big.

I push against him so I can wriggle out of his arms and land on my feet between him and the counter. He seems confused as I pull back and smile at him. As I drop to my knees, he watches me with hooded eyes.

I set his cock free, and as I study it, I notice his pubic hair is perfectly manicured. Why would he do that? Is it for someone else? I let those thoughts leave my head as I lean in and slide my tongue out to tease his tip.

He moans, and his hand grips my hair, not enough for him to take control, but as if he needs it to ground himself. His phone starts ringing again. He doesn’t make a sound, so I take him in my mouth, my tongue darting lazy circles around him. He groans, not with pleasure this time, as my phone rings too.

We both freeze. I pull my head back and wipe my mouth.

“Ignore it,” he instructs.

Disappointment and unease fall from my lips as I whisper, “That ringtone is Cinita’s.”

I regret it immediately. I wish I never mentioned her name. Because the moment I do, he tucks himself back in and reaches into his jacket for his phone. When he checks the screen, I see Cinita’s name appear as his previous missed calls.

He rushes out of my apartment, leaving me on my knees, a sick stirring flooding my core, which was fueled by an insufferable hunger only seconds ago.

Now I just fucking ache like I swallowed something bitter.

CHAPTER 21

Aleksandr

Icall Cinita back, and it goes straight to voicemail.

Fuck.

Now she decides to call.

She’s ignored me from the moment I knew she’d returned, so why is she calling now?

She only calls when she’s in trouble.

Last time I saw her, she told me to stay away. And now she’s calling me again.

Something bad has happened.

Getting in my car, I glance back at Lena’s apartment. Her lights are on, and I can just see her silhouette as she paces in front of the window.

Fuck.

I had her on her knees, and I walked out on her.

It’s so ingrained in me to follow Cinita that it’s only now I realize how fucked-up that is for Lena.

What the fuck am I doing anyway? Didn’t I swear myself to stay away from her?

As I bang my hands on the wheel, my phone rings, and without even looking at it, I answer.

“Cinita.”

“Oh fuck no. Again?” my sister says. “Alek, why are you still on her? What the fuck?”

I don’t even have an answer anymore. Cinita was the first woman besides my sister I ever felt anything for in my life. I wouldn’t say it was love, but a need to protect her was evident. And she loved it, played on it even.

But if I don’t protect her, then who will?

“Where is Lena? You better not have pissed her off. I like that woman.”

Her words take me aback.

And an odd lump forms in my stomach.

My sister doesn’t like anyone.

We don’t like anyone. Right?

“You like Lena?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You don’t like anyone.”

“I like you,” she says, as if she won the argument.

“No, there’s a difference. We are one, Anya. We shared a uterus.”

“Tomato, tomahto,” she says dismissively. “I know you like her too, so get over whatever it is you have for this other woman. And start seeing what is in front of you.”

Anya always has some kind of otherworldly sense of when to call me out on my shit. If she knew what I’d just done, she’d be mad, right? What I did was an asshole thing to do, wasn’t it?

I’ve never thought of a woman’s feelings before. But I know I’ve fucked up.

“Are you still listening to me?” Anya asks.

I hang up on her and get back out of the car. I run up the stairs two at a time, and bang on Lena’s door.

Silence.

I bang again.

“Who is it?” Her voice rings through door.

I lick my lips. She most likely knows who it is.

“Me.”

“Me? Well, you can leave,” she snaps, and I can see her shadow under the door.

“Open the door, Lena.” I knock on it again. She doesn’t answer this time, though I can hear her breathing on the other side. “Now,” I grit. “Or I’ll break down this door.”

At those words, the door flies open, and she stands there, now dressed in a robe, eyes as fiery as the sun. My gaze immediately dips to her pursed lips, lips that fit perfectly around my cock, as she seethes at me.


Advertisement3

<<<<192937383940414959>87

Advertisement4