Twisted Vow

by Ella Miles

  “Don’t think this is going to be anything but a sin,” Zeke says against my lips as his hand runs down the side of my body, feeling every curve.

  “A euphoric sin—I can live with that,” I say.

  More hot, breathy kisses follow. The kind that push us so close to the edge of reason that we could come under attack by burglars, a tornado could rip through the room, and a hurricane could breeze through—none of it would stop us because we are incapable of stopping. The animalistic need we have for each other has taken over. Nothing will get in the way—not this time.

  Zeke growls, and I prepare for the storm. But nothing can prepare me for anything this man does.

  He grabs my body and flips me over the bed, until my face is on the bedspread and my ass in the air. He kicks my legs apart and leans over my back until I can feel his hot breath on my neck.

  “This is my sin, not yours. If I could enjoy you without you feeling anything, I would. But it’s impossible for me to fuck you without you feeling pleasure.”

  I gasp as his teeth bite down on my ear; it’s both too gentle and too hard.

  I squirm underneath him at the intoxicating way his body gets mine ready for everything he has planned. I already know I’m dripping and more than ready for him, even though I know he’s huge from the outline in his underwear. My body wants it all—now. It demands it.

  “Where is it?” he asks, panting but no longer kissing or teasing me. For a split second, he’s found a way to be back in the real world instead of the storm we’ve created.

  “Where’s what?” I ask, forcing the words out.

  “Your weapon. You always have one on you.”

  I smirk, biting my lip. Smart man.

  “The only place it could be when I’m only wearing a thong.”

  He kisses my neck, tormenting me as he reaches into my underwear between my butt cheeks and pulls out the knife I forgot I tucked away there. It’s why I hate wearing dresses, the places to hide weapons are so much more inconvenient than when wearing jeans.

  I hear the sound of the knife hitting the floor. “I don’t know how you’re able to walk around knowing one wrong move could mean the knife will slice into your body.”

  I smile and then turn my head, giving him a small wink. “I get off on pain.”

  And then I get the reward I was looking for. His eyes widen to extraordinary heights. His mouth drops open. And for a moment, I have power again.

  But then he slaps my ass, blurring the lines between rough and blissful. And I know I’m about to pay for my split second of control.

  “Cameras?” he asks, his ability to speak becoming less and less.

  “Door, light fixture, dresser.”

  He stands up, giving me a moment to breathe. “Dresser?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” is all I can get out. The door and light fixture are obvious. I always hide one camera in an unlikely place even if it doesn’t get the best audio or visuals, it’s least likely to be found.

  I hear him moving quickly to destroy each of the cameras, but I don’t move even though the position is an uncomfortable one. I want to be ready as soon as he finishes to continue on right where we left off.

  Zeke moves a little too fast with the light fixture, and instead of just pulling the camera off, I hear a loud crash, and I know the fixture is coming down, right on top of me.

  I scramble to climb up the bed, but I won’t make it. Gravity moves faster than I do when I’m needy and under Zeke’s intoxication.

  But instead of the sharp glass, I feel Zeke’s heavy body land on top of mine.

  We both breathe hard. This isn’t the first time we’ve ended up in a position like this.

  “Stop saving me,” I say, my voice angry, and my desire slowly departing my body.

  “I didn’t.”

  “Then why are you lying on top of me, your back most likely scratched with glass, while I’m uninjured?”

  He yanks mercilessly on my hair, and I hear sparks of electricity fly overhead. Or is it us? I can’t tell anymore.

  “Because if you got hurt, then I couldn’t do this.” He kisses me savagely. And this time, I know a falling chandelier won’t stop us. Not even if it caught the room on fire.

  I moan as his kisses turn carnal, and I feel his erection press against my ass. I’m sure he’s bleeding, but I don’t care. I want this. I need this. And he does too.

  We might both be injured, but we are fucking.

  Now.

  I need more.

  I start turning underneath him. Needing to feel his skin, touch his cock, rake my eyes over my body.

  “You aren’t in control, Siren,” Zeke says into my ear. “Not tonight.”

  The room has gone dark without the light fixture. So I can barely make him out as he digs through his dresser, I assume to get a condom. A second later, I see the flicker of light as he turns the lamp on.

  He wants to see me when he fucks me, not remain in the dark.

  I smile. I want to see him too.

  But then I see what he grabbed—two ties. I won’t be seeing much of Zeke after all. He’s going to ensure I get as little pleasure out of this as possible, just like he said.

  “Wrists,” Zeke says, all business-like.

  I extend my arms out in front of me. He takes one of the ties and binds my wrists together. I’ve been with men who are into kinky shit before, but I don’t think that’s what it is with Zeke. He just wants me to not be able to touch him. He wants to deny me the pleasure of running my hands through his hair or across his chest.

  And then he does the thing that hurts even worse. He wraps the second tie around my eyes so I won’t be able to see him.

  Sure, my other senses will be heightened. I’ll be able to feel more than I would have before. But I won’t be able to see Zeke’s body. Won’t be able to see his cock when he enters me. Won’t be able to see the expressions he makes when he comes. I deserve to only get one part of him, not the whole package.

  I swallow hard, waiting for Zeke to make his move.

  And what a move it is.

  In one movement, he’s ripped my panties from my body, and his face his buried between my ass cheeks, his tongue lapping between my legs.

  I get flashbacks to the last time his tongue licked my clit, bringing me one of the best orgasms of my life. But tonight isn’t about my pleasure, so I don’t expect him to give a repeat performance.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, because I can’t help myself.

  “Making you wet.”

  “I’m already wet.” I may want his tongue, but I’m desperate for his cock. As soon as he slides in, I’ll come; I’m that close to coming.

  Zeke’s tongue flicks, finding my clit even though my ass and folds should be blocking his way. He finds it, knowing exactly what I want.

  I moan as my teeth dig into the sheets to keep from screaming. He shouldn’t affect my body this quickly. But god, a few more seconds, and I’ll be screaming, crying, and exploding all at the same time. Man, does he know how to work his tongue.

  “Zeke, stop I’m going to—”

  “Come, Siren,” Zeke commands.

  “But…I want…” I want to come on his dick. If I come now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to come a second time so quickly.

  “Come now, Siren. I want you drenched and ready for my cock.”

  Damn, if I wasn’t about to come before, I’m ready now.

  I come.

  I try to keep from screaming his name. I try to keep some dignity, some control. But he pushes one of his fingers in, expertly curling it against my G spot. And I’ve lost all control.

  “Zeke Kane,” I scream, as my arms buck and throb needing to touch him. My eyes yearn to see him. I don’t get either, though. But his grin between my legs is enough.

  I pant heavily as I come down off my high. It was exhilarating, but my throbbing pussy is clearly more than ready for round two.

  Zeke kisses up my ass, then up my lower back.

  I smile
, content and excited about what comes next. I’m so lost in my bliss that I don’t even realize what Zeke is doing until it’s too late.

  He grabs my hair, fisting it into a ponytail as his cock presses against my ass. He may have made me come with his tongue, but he’s going to take me from behind, making it all about sex and nothing else.

  But the second his hand grabs onto my hair, he stops. And I know exactly what’s stopping him.

  Fuck.

  Thank god I can’t see Zeke because I’d probably lose it. I’d get angry or go right back to what Julian did to me before I left his house. I haven’t seen the mark he left on my neck, but I doubt it’s a pretty sight.

  Zeke releases my hair with a curse, and then I feel him leave the bed.

  What the?

  I wait for a second. Then another.

  What’s happening? Is he really not going to fuck me? Is he going to let Julian win again?

  “Zeke?” I whisper, feeling more alone than I’ve felt in a while.

  He doesn’t answer.

  But then I feel the bed sink. I feel my hair being pulled high in a ponytail as he ties it up with a scrunchie. The burn of my neck eases as it does. And then I feel him press a bandage over the scars, covering the mark.

  “Does it hurt anymore?” Zeke asks.

  “No,” I answer. “I don’t feel anything when I’m with you.” And now that Zeke’s removed my hair from my neck and bandaged the scar, it feels numb. But I’m not sure it’s enough to get Zeke to fuck me. Not after he saw what Julian did.

  My fears are proven right when I feel Zeke loosening the tie around my eyes. It drops away, and I try to hide my disappointment.

  He flips me over. He’s still naked, still between my legs, but I know this isn’t happening anymore. And I won’t beg.

  My eyes slowly climb up his body until I see his pupils.

  “You may be loyal to Julian, but tonight you’re mine. I don’t want you to forget that,” Zeke says.

  I don’t belong to anyone. But I don’t say the words out loud. Because they would be a lie. For the first time, I want to belong to a man. At least, I want to belong in his bed. I want him to know exactly how to get me off, exactly what I need without me having to ask for it.

  “Don’t close your eyes, not for a second,” he commands.

  I nod, unable to speak.

  This is still happening.

  I let my eyes devour all of his body. Remember this forever. It won’t ever happen again.

  I stop at his cock, now on full display, and my lips part in shock. It’s huge, just like the man kneeling over me.

  He smirks at my expression. “You said you got off on pain. Let’s test that theory.”

  I bite my lip, trying not to worry. No wonder he made sure I came first. There was no way he was fitting without me completely turned on and soaked.

  He spreads my legs as he moves closer.

  “Pill?” he grunts as he moves in, resting his cock over my slit.

  I nod. “Clean?”

  He nods.

  We are going to fuck without a condom. Reckless? Definitely. Worth it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

  He pushes my still tied arms back over my head, causing my back to arch and my breasts to move closer to him.

  He leans over, blowing on my nipples gently until they are pointed into sharp peaks just for him. His tongue touches one, teasing and tasting until all I can think about is his tongue.

  I’m lost in his tongue, until I feel the unfamiliar stretch as he pushes deep inside me.

  Oh, my god.

  I can’t breathe.

  My heart has stopped.

  All I can do is stretch as I adjust to him inside me.

  It’s everything I expected it to be, feeling his intrusion: wrong, painful, and jolting. And it’s everything I didn’t expect: right, delicious, and intoxicating.

  “You with me?” he asks, his voice strained.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  “Good, because I’m not even half-way in, baby.”

  Holy fuck.

  He moves, somehow getting deeper. My eyes water a second as he hits deeper than any man has ever reached inside me. As long as he comes nowhere near my heart, I know I’ll be okay. I’ll recover from this.

  And then he tenderly kisses me. So softy compared to how hard the rest of his body is.

  I melt.

  Into goo.

  My body opens, allowing him all the way in.

  And then his hand caresses my neck. Mine—his eyes say.

  I don’t argue. He’s right. I’m his. At least for tonight.

  Then he grips my ponytail.

  “Ready?” he asks.

  I nod, although I know I’ll never be ready for what he has to give.

  He pulls out almost completely, and then he thrusts. His pelvis, that part that forms a perfect V, rubs against my clit as he dips all the way inside me. He somehow hits every nerve ending in my body as he thrusts.

  All pain leaves. My body is his to do what he wants with.

  He thrusts over me, pounding into my body with everything he has. Each thrust more beautiful and delicious than the previous.

  And I get to see it all. The way his body moves expertly over mine like he already knows exactly what my body wants and needs. The way his brow furrows with sexy determination. The ways his lips curl. The way his muscles flex with each movement.

  We are both getting close to the explosive end. The release we have both been chasing. And then this will all be over. Every sexually charged conversation will be over. The intensity between us will leave when our orgasms hit, and this will all become a faint memory.

  My arms twitch above my head. I got my sight back, but Zeke won’t let me feel him. No matter how desperate I am to be as connected to him as possible. I want to feel him and kiss him when we both come.

  Zeke leans down again as he keeps pumping into me. Until his lips are kissing mine again, giving in to one of my wishes.

  “Dig your heels into my back,” he says.

  I do, and god the movement pushes him deeper inside me. I’m going to come, I’m so close.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he says.

  Shock.

  I did not expect that kindness.

  But I don’t question it. I loop my arms around his neck, allowing me to feel his long hair with my fingers as he gives me everything—kisses, connection, and the most earth-shattering orgasm known to man.

  “Zeke!” I scream.

  “Siren!”

  Our voices tangle together, just like our bodies. I feel the warmth of his cum as it fills me. I’ve never been fucked without a condom before. I’ve also never fucked a man who wasn’t just a man, but my enemy as well.

  Slowly, our bodies come back to earth, but Zeke doesn’t pull out of my body. And I don’t move or squirm beneath him. I want this to last as long as possible.

  “Tomorrow, we return to enemies. This was my last sin when it comes to you. But I promise you this; I will kill Julian. So if I were you, I’d reconsider who you’re loyal to. He’s a dead man for what he did to your neck alone. Choose who you are loyal to carefully. Because if you choose Julian, I’ll ruin you too.”

  And then he pulls out, leaving me empty and alone.

  He doesn’t realize it doesn’t matter who I’m loyal to. Zeke already ruined me. He may not have left a physical mark on my body like Julian did, but Zeke left a different kind of scar. A mark that no amount of time will ever heal. A permanent stain on my soul.

  12

  Zeke

  Fucking Siren was everything I always imagined it would be.

  Pulling out of her broke me.

  Because it was the first time and the last time.

  It should be the first of a million times, but I meant what I said. We are enemies. This was a momentary slip in judgment. It was sin in every meaning of the word. I shouldn’t have fucked her. I’ll never be able to fuck a woman again without thinking about her. But I couldn’t
not fuck her. Even when I saw what Julian did to her.

  Why the hell is she still loyal to him? He hurt her, so many times. I may not be able to make Siren loyal to me, but I’ve decided one thing—my mission now includes making her see that Julian Reed does not deserve her allegiance. I might even convince her to be the one to put a bullet in his head.

  I get off the bed, and the second my feet hit the floor, I know this moment is over. I walk over to the dresser and pull out a T-shirt and boxers. I slip the boxers on and carry the T-shirt to Siren, who still lays on the bed with her wrists tied together. It’s clear from her expression that she is no longer present. Her mind is somewhere else.

  I grab her wrists and pull her into a sitting position, forcing her to look at me. Then I remove the tie and slip the shirt over her head and arms. I pull her feet into my lap and remove the shoes she dug into my back. Finally, I grab the remnants of the fallen light fixture and toss it off the bed.

  “Let me see your back,” she says.

  I turn, letting her see that I’m not hurt before I sit down on the edge of the bed next to her.

  “Why? Why are you loyal to Julian? Why did he brand your neck?”

  She swallows hard. I don’t expect her to answer. But she does. And I realize it’s because there are no cameras for Julian to hear her.

  “I’m not loyal to him. I’m loyal to myself. Trust me when I say that the only reason I do what Julian asks is for my own selfish reasons. And the second following him no longer serves my interests, I’ll kill him myself.”

  I blink rapidly, not believing her words.

  “It’s the truth. I don’t lie, remember? At least not with my words.”

  “Why do you put up with him hurting you?”

  “I don’t.”

  I frown. “Your neck, leg, and every other scar on your body prove otherwise.”

  She sighs and pulls her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them.

  “You didn’t deserve to have him carve a JR into your neck.”

  “Is that what he did?” she asks, her eyes bulging for a second.

  Maybe if she sees what he did, realizes how bad of a man he is, she’ll change her loyalty. I jump off the bed and then grab her hand, pulling her with me. I take her to the bathroom, remove the bandage I placed on her neck, and hand her a small mirror. She takes her time holding up the handheld mirror and positioning it so she can see the back of her neck where Julian carved his initials—initials she will never be able to remove.