Vow of Deception (Deception Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

I won’t be Winter Cavanaugh anymore. My thoughts are reinforced when the Russian says, “From now on, you’re Lia Volkov. Wife of Adrian Volkov.”

I’m Winter Cavanaugh and I’m living on behalf of myself and my baby girl.

“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.”

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?

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

“Can I have Mommy?” Adrian’s ash eyes slide to me before he focuses on his son again. “You already do.” “Not now. At night. I want Mommy to sleep with me, but she said I have to ask you for it.” Flames creep up my cheeks. The kid took that suggestion seriously. “She did, huh?” Adrian meets my gaze with a small smile that leaves me breathless. Holy shit. It’s not even a full smile, but I feel like I’m being attacked. “Uh-huh,” Jeremy says, oblivious to the tension brewing in the air. “So, can I have her?” “You already have her during the day, so no.” “Please, Papa.” “Do you want me to be all alone, Malysh?” “No.”

“Then you have to give me your mother during the night.” “Do you need Mommy too, Papa?” Adrian pauses before he says calmly, assertively, “I do.”

“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.”

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

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.

“Have a date with me tonight.” “A d-date?” “Yes. It’s when two people have one-on-one time together.” “I know what a date is. I’m just not sure why you want it.” “You’re already having a date with Jeremy. Why not with me?” “Are you jealous of your own son?” “Sometimes. What do you say?” “About what?” “The date.”