By His Vow: A Billionaire Arranged Marriage Romance
By His Vow: Chapter 46

The air turns thick as we stare at each other.

Do I feel bad about the fact that Griz attacked him?

Honestly?

No, not really. If I’m being truthful, I expected her to do so.

She’s nothing if not protective, and there was a twisted part of me that wanted him to know that someone can do a proper job of looking after me. Not that I want him to, of course.

But…

Fuck.

My head is too fucked up with all the tequila, and I’m royally screwed.

“I don’t owe you anything after what you’ve done,” I state, taking a step toward the door.

I turn my back on him, and I’ve almost escaped when he speaks.

“They were just some pictures, Tatum.”

I still, anger coursing through my veins.

I don’t want to react. I shouldn’t react. But the tequila is stronger than my self-control and I spin back around, my eyes narrowing on his before I spit, “Just some photographs. Is that what you really think?”

He shrugs. He really does think that.

Nothing more than images.

Emotion creeps up my throat and tears burn my eyes.

It really meant nothing to him.

“Yeah, sure. They’re just photos,” I say sadly before turning back around so I can escape him.

I’ve already given him too much. He doesn’t need to know that I’m not just angry about how he announced our engagement, but I’m also hurt.

It’s bad enough that he has the power to hurt me at all.

I don’t want him to know that he’s done it as well.

“Tate, wait,” he calls before I manage to leave the room.

My head drops, but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

I can’t allow him to see the tears and pain in my eyes.

But he’s faster than me, and his warm hand wraps around my upper arm, stopping me from going anywhere.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s spinning me around, cupping my jaw, and tilting my head up so I have no choice but to look into his eyes.

“Baby?” he whispers, searching my eyes.

“Just leave it, King.”

His brows pinch as he continues staring at me, but he doesn’t say a word. He’s so out of his depth right now. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I try to jerk away from him, but he holds me tighter, stopping me.

“Please, just⁠—”

“I’m sorry,” he finally says.

My lips part to say something, but I quickly find that I have no words.

Instead, more tears flood my eyes until one finally falls free.

“Fuck, baby. I didn’t mean to⁠—”

“It’s okay,” I whimper.

“It’s really fucking not. You’re crying.”

“I’m drunk and emotional. I just need to go back to bed,” I ramble, embarrassed that I’ve reacted so strongly to all of this.

It shouldn’t matter.

It’s just a business deal.

“You think that because I shared the photos, I don’t care. That that moment out on the deck, or what followed, didn’t matter,” he guesses.

“They don’t matter. I’m just stupid. I’m going back to bed.”

He lets me turn away, giving me the impression that he’s going to allow me to escape, but it’s all an illusion.

I shriek when my back is suddenly pressed against the cool wall and the warmth of his big body burns the front of mine.

“Just let me go,” I beg, refusing to meet his eyes.

“No fucking chance, baby,” he says before ducking down and brushing his lips over mine.

“King,” I mumble against his lips.

“Let me make it up to you, baby.”

“Sex isn’t going to fix this,” I argue as he presses his hard length against my stomach. Tempting me.

“Didn’t say it would. It’ll make it sweeter though.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have slept together,” I state, turning my head away, but it doesn’t deter him.

“You’re wrong,” he groans as his lips graze down my throat, making my skin erupt with goosebumps. “It was the best thing we ever did.”

“You need to stop,” I say, twisting my fingers in his hair to pull him back, but as I do, he sucks that sweet spot beneath my ear and I find him doing the exact opposite.

“They might have the photos, baby. But they’ll never know what it felt like.”

Oh god.

“I’ll never forget what it felt like when you said yes.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” I argue, my voice raspy with need.

“You always have a choice, Tatum. Always.”

He’s right. I know he is.

I could have said no in Dad’s office and walked away from everything.

I could have said no on that deck and turned my back on this arrangement, on Kingston.

I could still do it now.

But I already know I’m not going to.

Despite all the reasons I should be doing the very opposite of what I am right now, I can’t find it in myself to do it.

There is something here. Something I can’t help but want to explore.

It’s going to hurt. I know it will. But still, something tells me that the high will be worth the pain.

“King,” I moan when his teeth drag across my collarbone. My nipples harden, pressing against the thin fabric of my tank.

“Right here, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“For you to stop being an asshole.”

He laughs as he pulls the thin strap of my tank over my shoulder. “I don’t want to make promises that we both know I can’t keep.”

In a flash, he has the fabric of my tank around my ribs, my bare breasts exposed to him.

“This isn’t—” My words are cut off when he sucks one of my nipples into his hot mouth.

My head falls back against the wall with a small thud, but I’ve had far too much tequila for it to hurt.

He laves at my sensitive skin, his tongue teasing the tip before he sucks harder, his teeth nipping at me.

“Oh my god. I shouldn’t be letting you do this.”

He smirks. I don’t need to look down to see it. I can feel it.

“I think this is the perfect way to end our nights, don’t you? With a reminder of who we should end all our days with.”

I glance down to find him staring up at me.

I’m assuming that’s his way of reassuring me that there wasn’t anything between him and the woman he was photographed with earlier. But it’s never going to be enough to stop me from asking.

Their contact was too familiar. The way he touched her…

I gasp as a bolt of pain from his teeth on my nipple shoots straight to my clit.

“Fuck, Kingston.”

“Tell me,” he demands, his dark green eyes blazing with desire. “Tell me what you need.”

“I-I—” I stumble over my words, getting lost in his eyes, in the promise of all the things he can offer me. “I want…” His eyes widen, urging me on. “Eat me. Make me come all over your face. Then I’m going back to bed,” I add.

If he thinks he’s getting anything out of this, then he’s seriously going to need to reconsider.

“I can live with that,” he mutters, tucking his fingers into my panties and dragging them down my legs.

Pressing his nose against me, he inhales deeply and groans.

Fuck. It’s filthy.

So fucking dirty.

I love it.

Grasping my ankle, he lifts my foot from the floor, giving me little choice but to open up for him.

He stares at my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen, and fuck if it doesn’t flood with heat.

“King,” I whisper, the one leg I’m standing on already weak just from the way he’s looking at me.

“Want to end every single day like this.”

My head spins at his confession, but I don’t have time to try and decipher if I believe him or not, because he latches onto my clit and sucks until it’s all I can do not to come right then and there.

Fuck. Why is it so good with him?

Why couldn’t it have been like this with the others? The nice ones. The decent ones.

You haven’t been with any nice or decent ones, a little voice says.

Those thoughts are banished when Kingston pushes two fingers deep inside.

“Oh fuck. Yes. Yes,” I cry, throwing my head back and bashing it against the wall again.

“Look at me,” he mumbles, the vibration of his deep voice rocking through every inch of me. “Watch as I make you come.”

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. This man.

This fucking man.

Dropping my chin to my chest, I watch every single second of him working my body, until I’m gripping his hair so tightly, I’m amazed I don’t pull chunks out.

My voice is hoarse as I scream out his name. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through me, and he doesn’t stop until I’m spent.

He pulls away, pressing a kiss to my mound and then on each of my hip bones before he sits back on his haunches.

Movement by the door catches my eye, but it doesn’t bother me. I know what—or should I say, who—it is.

Kingston stills the moment he sees the movement, but it doesn’t register for a few seconds.

“What the fuck?” he bellows suddenly, jumping to his feet as he glares pure death at Griz.

“Your pussy really shouldn’t be watching me eat your pussy, Tatum. That’s just fucking wrong,” he states, placing his hands on his hips.

The movement drags my eyes to his wound.

“Oh shit,” I breathe when I find more blood than I was expecting covering the lower half of his stomach and thigh.

“It’s fine,” he waves off, turning his back on Griz as if he’s worried she’s about to start using his dick like a toy. “Why is it still staring at me?”

“Stop being such a little bitch about a cat. She’s sweet. Come on,” I say, taking his hand after pulling my blood-stained tank from around my middle. “Sit,” I demand, shoving him onto the closed toilet.

“She is not sweet,” he mutters as I pull the drawer open and find the first-aid kit he mentioned.

Dropping to my knees between his thighs, I grab what I need while King has a stare-off with Griz.

Leaving them to it, I begin cleaning at his scratches with a wipe.

“Holy fuck. What the hell is that?” he practically screeches as he tries to scramble away from me.

“It’s an antiseptic wipe, you baby. Jesus, sit back down.”

“Just stick a bandage on it or something,” he demands.

“We need to make sure it’s clean first. You don’t want it to get infected.”

“If there is any chance of that thing infecting me, then I’m sorry, but it needs putting down.”

“Kingston,” I snap. “You lay a finger on Griz and you will wake up to find your dick has been unattached from your body,” I warn darkly, making his eyes widen.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Care to test the theory?” I ask, pressing the wipe against him again. This time he only hisses in pain. Wimp.

“You love my dick too much to cut it off. You’d miss it.”

“I can find a replacement easily enough. Yours isn’t anything special,” I lie.

I don’t look up at him. I can’t. He’ll be able to see the truth in my eyes, clear as fucking day.

“Whatever,” he mutters, finally relaxing and widening his thighs a little more.

Every time I move, his hard dick brushes against my bare breast.

Neither of us mentions it, but the air around us is buzzing with electricity.

The sound of claws on the countertop hits my ears before they move closer.

“It’s looking at my dick like it wants to eat it.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be too worried about me cutting it off after all. My pussy might get to it first.”

“This isn’t funny,” he snaps.

I glance over at Griz and find he’s right. She is staring right at King’s dick.

“Probably just hasn’t seen one so small before.”

His stomach muscles clench at my taunt, but he chooses to ignore it. “She always watches you hook up, huh?” The roughness in his voice gives away his jealousy, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Well, she is my cat, after all.”

After pressing a dressing to his stomach, not that I actually think it needs it, I finally sit back on my haunches and look up at him.

He stares down at me between his thighs before glancing at Griz.

“She looks bored.”

I raise a brow and look over.

“Looks fine to me.”

“Nah, she definitely came in here looking for more entertainment than you attacking me with a death wipe.”

“Kingston, are you suggesting that my cat wants to watch me suck you off?”

He shrugs one shoulder.

“I’ve no idea. She’s your cat, not mine.”

His dick jerks and my mouth waters.

I shouldn’t do it.

I already told him that he was getting nothing out of me tonight.

I blame the tequila.

Totally the tequila’s fault that I lean forward and lick up the length of his shaft.

The second his taste floods my mouth, I throw any kind of caution I might have had to the wind and take him to the back of my throat.

His hips thrust, his ass lifting from the toilet seat as I deepthroat him.

“Holy fucking shit, Tatum. You’re fucking perfect.”

And with his praise filling the air—and my cat watching—I work him to a fast yet intense release.

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