Broken Vow (Brutal Birthright, #5)

by Sophie Lark

We look out over the city lights—the other high rises, each with their individual boxes of light representing offices and apartments, each containing some other person living their life. The streams of cars on the roads below are the same—each one carrying a person to their own individual destination. To them, what they’re doing is the most important thing in the world. To us, it’s just another light bobbing down the road, the same as all the others.

Standing in the water with her red hair all wild and wavy around her shoulders, she looked like Aphrodite. Like a goddess made flesh for the very first time.

I grab her by the throat and growl in her ear, “Shut the fuck up. You promised to do what I say.”

It’s incredibly dominating using her mouth like this. It wouldn’t mean fuck all if it was some random girl, but Riona is a queen. It’s like I’ve captured Cleopatra as my spoils of war. I feel like a fucking emperor.

“Only good girls get to cum,” I tell her in a low voice.

He fucked me like an animal! I should be furious and disgusted. Instead . . . I fucking loved it.

“Say, ‘Please, Daddy.’”