Vow of Deception (Deception Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

I sweep her hair away from her face and brush my lips over her forehead. “I’ll find you again.” People say death is the end. For me, it’s only the beginning.

I wrap my arm around her back, lift her under her knees, and carry her bridal style. She’s too thin and bony; it should be a crime.

Adrian plunges his index and middle finger into his mouth, sucking on the tips that are a bit greasy from how he fed me.

Lia’s body falls limp in my arms, her lids closed and sweat covers her temples. I hold her small frame against me by her waist as her legs lose all strength.

Lia is sleeping on my son’s bed, holding him to her chest. His tiny fingers are wrapped around her waist and a small smile grazes his sleepy face.

on my tongue. “You don’t seem to grasp the situation, so let me explain it to you for the last time, Lia. You’re my wife, my property, my thing. That means you walk the line I trace and make the decisions I allow. If I say you leave your will at the door, you do. If I say you will walk blindly into a well, you will. In my house, my word is law and my decisions are final. If you feel the need to defy me, by all means, do. I’ll enjoy every second of whipping you into submission.”

“Get on your knees.”

A cold object touches my cheek—the belt. He taps it gently against my skin—dotingly, even—but his expression remains the same, impassive and unreachable. “If I’m perverted for liking to inflict pain, what does it make you if you enjoy it?”

My cheeks flame despite myself as I blurt, “Of course not. I didn’t find time to change.” “You didn’t find time to change.” “I really didn’t.” “Did I say anything?” “Your tone says it all. You think I’m lying.” “Are you?” He traces my soft entrance and I jolt at the contact. “Is that why you’re already wet, hmm?” I screw my eyes shut as he rids me of my panties and glides his fingers over my slick folds, fondling them, assessing them with utmost care. “I haven’t begun to touch you, and yet, your body is burning with anticipation for the punishment. For someone who was acting high and mighty just a few minutes ago, it seems that the promise of punishment was enough to provoke your deepest, darkest secrets. Do you recognize what that is, Lenochka?”

brushes my hair to the side so his lips can find my ear again. With my eyes closed, everything is heightened—his callous touch, his warm breath, and his scent—that dangerous mix of woods and leather. “You’re a masochist to my sadism, Lia.” “Shut up!” “And that’s eleven. Open your eyes or it’ll be twelve.”

Adrian loops the belt around my throat and lifts me up so I’m suspended mid-air with my hands bound to the bedpost behind me.

I know he thinks he’s looking at his wife, and not me, but how lucky can a woman be to have a man look at her that way? Like he’ll destroy the world as long as she stays safe?

“Are you hurt, Mommy?” I smile. “A little.” “I’ll kiss it better.” I laugh, then give him my cheek. “Go ahead.” He smooches me, his small hands wrapping around my neck. I can’t help feeling the need to hug him,

“Mommy!” He snorts out laughing while trying to protect his stomach. His joy is infectious and I break down in laughter with him. And just like that, my day is off to the best start possible.

“Mommy?” Jeremy stops dancing and I realize it’s because I’ve come to a halt. I rip my gaze from the snow globe and smile at him. “Yes?” “Don’t worry. You’re more beautiful than her.” The innocence of this angel. “I am?” “You’re the prettiest ever.” “Thank you, my angel.” I brush his hair. “Are you hungry?”

“The big deal is that no one looks at you the way I do. No one gets a glimpse at what’s mine.”

He takes a sip of the cognac and puts another cube of ice between his teeth. I suck in a sharp breath at the view of it wetting his lips, dripping down his stubbled chin. But that’s all the view I get before he disappears between my legs. He places the ice against my soaking folds and I jerk on the rigid surface.

Adrian grabs hold of my thighs, imprisoning me in place as he thrusts the cube against my most sensitive spot.

His tongue nibbles on my clit as two of his fingers thrust the ice deep inside me. My back arches and the tip of my heel nearly falls off the edge of the table.

“Do you need Mommy too, Papa?” Adrian pauses before he says calmly, assertively, “I do.”

Moisture gathers in her eyes and a tear slides down her cheek. I wipe it with the pad of my thumb as she shakes uncontrollably in my arms.

“I wish I’d never met you.” My lips brush against her forehead. “I’ll meet you over and over again if I have to.”

“Hold on to me, Lia,” Adrian says sternly. “They’re bloodied.” “Do I look like I care?” He doesn’t, but I do. Even as I wrap my arms around his neck, I try to keep the gloves away. I don’t want to get blood on him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, rolling his hips until his cock is all the way inside me. “You’re fucking home.”

His lips meet my ear as he whispers, “Thank you for welcoming me home.”

This woman is intoxicating. She crept under my skin and injected her black magic into my bones. Now, she’s the reason I breathe. I feel like if I stop touching her, if I let her go, she’ll disappear again. I’ll never have her again.

There are still tears in her eyes and I wipe them with the back of my fingers. She leans into my touch because, even in her sleep, her body is attuned to me.

But most of all, I need to know who the fuck dared to kidnap

I love making her happy. I love how she melts in my arms and I intend to show her how much I love it all night long.