Shattered Vows (The Denton Family Legacy Book 2) (7 page)

He slammed his lips down on hers, and all thought fled her mind as he melted her to the spot. Abel ran his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking entry, and she gave it to him, without a second thought. This was what scared her as well. With the simple touch of his hands, he seemed to be able to hypnotize her. There was no other thought to her, other than what he was doing. She never wanted him to let go, and never had she known someone to have that kind of power over another person.

His hands moved from her ass, gliding up her back to sink into her hair, holding her close. Her pussy was on fire. Instead of pushing him away like she always did throughout her entire life, she gripped him even harder against her. The hard ridge of his cock pushed against her stomach, and she wanted him.

Abel pulled away first. “Damn, babe, you’re making it hard for me right now. I want you.”

“I’ve never felt like this before.” She rested against his neck, breathing in his scent. Within three weeks she had gone from being completely oblivious to the opposite sex, to married and begging for it.

“Have you ever fooled around with someone?” he asked.

“No. I’ve done nothing.”

“Trust me?”

She nodded. Yes, she trusted him. It probably made her a fool, but she didn’t care.

One of his hands moved from her hair, gliding down her body to cup her breast. The thin crop top she wore didn’t hide anything. Her nipple tightened, and she bit her lip to keep her moan to herself.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“So good. Please don’t stop.”

He stroked her nipple, gliding his fingers across the tip. “You’re sensitive.” Abel stopped touching her, moving back up to finger the strap of her shirt. “Absolute trust. You can stop this at any time, okay?”

“Yes.”

He slowly pulled the strap of her shirt down her arms, along with the strap of her bra. She held her breath as it moved beneath her breast. Abel kept his gaze on her, never once looking down at her chest.

One more kiss, and his lips caressed down her neck, going to her exposed breast.

She closed her eyes as his tongue licked the tip before sucking it into her mouth. Harper grabbed onto the counter behind her, trying to find something to keep her balance.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, blowing over the wet tip.

He used his teeth, nibbling on her breast.

His other hand had left her hair, and had exposed her other breast. Unable to stop herself, she looked down at her naked chest, seeing his mouth latch onto her nipples.

“You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.” He trailed his tongue between the valley of her breasts, flicking his tongue over each nipple. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“No.”

He stood up, taking hold of her hand, and pressing it against his dick. The pants he wore were tight across his dick as it filled with blood.

“Wow.”

“I want you so damn badly.”

She kept her hand against him even as he touched her hips. Suddenly, he moved, and his jacket was gone, followed by his shirt. Her own shirt rested against her hips.

Harper wasn’t afraid. Abel wouldn’t hurt her. She was sure of that.

The moment they touched, she heard him groan. “I never knew it could be like this,” he said.

“You’ve been with a lot of women.”

“None of them are you. This, this is heaven, and the others, were just hell waiting for you.”

He kissed her shoulder. Releasing his cock, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Abel felt good.

“I’m wet.” She buried her head against his neck.

“Would you like me to make you feel good?” he asked.

“We’re married, Abel.” She chuckled at how ridiculous she was being. This was the man she had married. The man she had bound her entire future to. She liked his family, and they were good people. “You can do whatever the hell you like.”

Taking a chance won’t get you hurt.

He wants you.

You want him.

This is your honeymoon.

Why are you holding back?

Fear always held her back. She was always waiting for something bad to happen, even though nothing ever did. Her family prepared her. She could take care of herself, and right now being with Abel, it wasn’t wrong.

Abel claimed her lips. At the same time, he shoved the skirt and shirt she wore down to the ground. He’d never seen her naked before. All of her curves and cellulite were on full display.

“I’m not like other women you’ve been with,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Baby, do you see me having a problem with your body? I want you. We’re not going to fuck today. I’m going to show you how good I can be, even without being inside you.”

Every chance he had, Abel continued to surprise her.

He was never in a rush, always taking his time, relishing what he had.

She had to stop being afraid, and show him the trust he truly deserved. Abel wasn’t lying to her, or hurting her. He was proving that sometimes taking risks really did pay off.

Chapter Seven

Harper’s tits were more than a handful. Her nipples were large, and her hips thick. Abel wanted her. She would be able to take his hard way of fucking, and it wouldn’t hurt her. There was a reason he used to go to Deidre. She was the only whore that could take the whole of his cock without moaning about it. He, like many of the Denton men, was well endowed. It was a gift, and a curse. The skirt he pushed to the floor pooled at her feet. She still wore her plain white panties, and he tugged them down her thighs. They were standing in the kitchen, in the villa that his family owned. The Dentons owned property around the world. Some of their property was for vacations, like this villa, while others were for business, and to show off their power. This was the villa his father had purchased for Charlotte. It was a gift for giving him Tamsin.

Standing up, he didn’t prolong the undressing, and removed his clothes quickly so that he was as naked as she was, and so she’d be ready for him. Sinking his fingers into her hair once again, he pressed the entire length of his body against her, and moaned. He would give all of his fortune to feel Harper against him. Their honeymoon hadn’t exactly gone to plan, but neither had their time leading up to it. She had avoided taking him to see her parents, and her friends were skeptical about them being together. Harper was so damn skittish, and there were times he found her staring down at her wedding band. He shouldn’t have agreed to marry her. Ever since he took her to Vegas, it had been a fight.

“Kiss me,” she said, startling him. “I love it when you kiss me.”

Slamming his lips down on hers, he ran his tongue along the edge, seeking entry into her mouth, which she granted him. Running his hands from her head, down to her ass, he lifted her up, and placed her on the counter. She let out a little gasp, breaking from the kiss. “A little cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.” He spread her thighs apart, running his fingers up her thighs, teasing just short of her pussy.

She moaned, leaning back on her hands. “My friends told me you’re a man of experience. I could learn a lot from you.”

“You can, and I’m your husband, so everything you’re about to learn is here for free.”

“I like that.”

“Good, because I’m about to rock your world.” He ran his fingers up her body, cupping her heavy tits. “I love your tits. I can’t wait to squeeze them together, and rub my cock until I come all over your tits.” Gliding his fingers down over her stomach, he reached around to grip her thighs. “It was like your body was made for fucking, baby. You’re perfect. When I finally take your virginity, and I will, you’ll be able to take every single inch of me, and you’ll love it. I guarantee you’ll love what I can do to you.”

“I’m loving what you do to me now.”

Every time she spoke, he knew it was difficult for her. Her cheeks were constantly red when she looked at him, and she always looked ready to dart away. Abel had never known a woman like her. He hoped in time she’d run to him and find comfort in him. Gripping the top of her thighs, Abel decided to push her just a little more. “I’m about to take you to heaven and back.” Pushing her thighs up, he spread her open.

She nibbled her lip, showing her apprehension.

“Trust me. It’s just you and me here. No one else.”

“I do.”

He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs, kissed her knee, and stared down at her pussy. She was soaking wet. The fine curls covering her pussy were glistening. Harper may be nervous and skittish, but she was aroused by him. It was a small victory to him.

Gripping her hips, he pulled her a little closer, and when she went to drop her legs down, he stopped her. “No, I want you open.”

“You can see.”

“I’m going to taste you.”

Her cheeks went an even darker shade of red. She rested the heels of her feet on the counter, leaning back on her arms. Skimming his fingers up the inside of her leg, he stroked between her thighs. She started, and he teased her pussy. Sliding a single finger through her slit, he caressed her clit. The lightest touch had her body coming alive. He saw the way her chest moved up and down with each stroke. She was perfect. He’d never get tired of thinking of her as perfect, because that was what she was, perfect.

Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he swiped from her entrance up to her clit, then back down. He wanted inside her, but wasn’t going to claim her cherry with his tongue. When he finally made her his, he intended to slam deep, claiming her in ways no other man ever would.

“Feels so good.”

He smiled, never once stopping his torture to her pussy. Spreading her lips, he sucked her clit into his mouth, listening to her scream as he did. Removing one of his hands, he wrapped it around his length, and started fucking his own fist. She wasn’t even ready for what he wanted to do with her.

Flicking his tongue across her clit, he wanted nothing more than to bring her to pleasure. Everything about her brought him pleasure. She was a virgin, untasted, unused, and she’d only ever know his cock. There was something possessive inside him, loving that he’d be the only male to ever know how precious she was.

“Oh, God, wow, please,” she said.

She started to lift her pussy up against his mouth, and he sucked, licked, flicked her clit, driving her closer to the edge.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, Abel.” She came apart, screaming his name as she rode his face. Just hearing his name on her lips set off his own orgasm. His cum spurted out of his dick, covering the cupboard directly in front of him. He licked her clit until she couldn’t take any more, and only then did he lift up.

She was flat on the counter, and he stroked her thigh.

After a few seconds, she lifted up, and he saw her chest was heaving. “I’ve never done that before.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

“What about you?” she asked, glancing down at his dick.

His cock had lost some of its stiffness. “I took care of myself. This was about you.” Abel kissed her thigh. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“You’re thanking me?”

“Of course.” Taking hold of her hand, he locked their fingers together. “You’ve never done any of this with anyone else. It’s a gift that you’ve given me, and I’m going to treasure it always.”

“I was wrong about you, Abel.”

“In what way?”

She sat up, leaning forward to cup his cheek. “You’re not a creep at all. You’re a caring guy, and I’m starting to see that I’m the lucky one getting you all to myself.” Then she kissed his lips, tasting herself at the same time. “I’m going to be a better person, and a better wife to you.”

“You are already perfect.” The guilt started, and he didn’t know how to make it fade. Damn, why did she have to go and say shit like that? She didn’t know who he really was, or what he did. Abel avoided any talk about his family’s business. She didn’t know they were the kings of the ugly. The casino was a front to clean their money. They dealt in girls, drugs, crime, everything. They had their morals, and would never deal in human trafficking, or kids. The lives they ended were those that deserved it.

Abel had blood on his hands, and no matter how many times he tried, he’d never get it off, or get it cleaned. He was tainted, he knew that. She didn’t. His parents and even his brothers had tried to warn him. Abel was keeping secrets, and sooner or later, they were going to blow up in his face.

“I’m going to cook us dinner.” She climbed off the counter, kissing his lips.

He watched as she got dressed, and he did the same. She cleaned the counter where he’d eaten her pussy, and then she started to prepare them both something to eat. She was a good cook, which only affirmed that he was damn lucky.

His father didn’t like the path he was taking, and only saw danger ahead for him. Abel couldn’t do it. Harper wasn’t like Lou. She didn’t understand their world, or the roles they played.

“Are you okay?” she asked, cutting into his thoughts.

“What?”

“You seem really lost. Just wondering where you went.”

“I didn’t go anywhere. I’m right here with you.” He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her. This was where he wanted to be.

****

“How is the annulment process going?” Betty asked.

Harper held the phone to her ear, and looked around her room. She and Abel had enjoyed a beautiful dinner together.

Lara wasn’t there. She was out with Gideon again, which Harper was worried about. Her friend had a tendency to romanticize everything.

“I don’t know.” She bit her lip.

“What do you mean you don’t know? I thought you were determined that by the end of the honeymoon, you’d get him to agree to either a divorce or an annulment.”

She had vowed that. Spending two weeks with him prior to the honeymoon, she’d done everything she could for him to see sense. Abel hadn’t budged. He didn’t want a divorce.

“I kind of like him.”

Harper had found herself warming to him even before the honeymoon. Yes, they were pretty much strangers, and she believed he was keeping stuff from her, but for the most part, she liked him.

“You were the one that thought this was a mistake.”

“I know what I thought. Maybe it was a good mistake? I don’t know. I just, I don’t want to leave. Is that wrong? You know, not wanting to leave?” She sat down on the bed, crossing her legs.

“You’ve got to do what makes you happy. Have you done something that would stop a possible annulment?”

“No, but I want to do something.”

“Is Abel pressuring you?”

“No! Absolutely not. I’ve got my own bedroom. He’s the perfect gentleman. I couldn’t have asked for a better guy.” She pressed a hand to her temple. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. This kind of stuff never happens to girls like me.”

“Girls like you? I don’t get it.”

“I’m plain, Betty. Plain and fat.”

“I swear I will hit you when I see you. What have I told you about putting yourself down like that? If guys cannot see what a gem you are, then they don’t deserve you. There, I’ve said it.”

She chuckled. “You’re my best friend.”

“So? If I thought you were plain and fat I’d tell you. I think you’re lovely, Harp. Don’t let other people’s vileness get to you.”

Harper smiled. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“If we’re swiping annulment off the table, and divorce, does he have a nice big dick?”

“Betty.”

“What? I haven’t been with a guy since Damian. With studying, I’m dry over here, please, give a girl a break. Help her out.”

“Why haven’t you been with someone else?” Harper asked.

“Studying. What you didn’t know was I completely flunked in English, and I need that class to keep my grade up. I’ve been doing too much chasing, and not enough studying. I’ve got three weeks to turn in another paper, or my final score stays. My parents will kill me, and they’ll dock my allowance.”

Harper winced.

“See, even you know what that means to me.”

Betty’s parents weren’t rich, but they helped their daughter out as much as possible. If she didn’t have the grades, the money wasn’t coming.

“I do. Um, he does have a really big one.” She’d felt it through his pants. He wasn’t small, even when he was flaccid. Harper let her know that last part.

“You are a lucky girl. Damn, I wish a Denton would look at me.”

“Speaking of a Denton, do you know anything else about them?” Harper asked.

“Nope. Why?”

“I was just curious. Abel doesn’t really talk about what he does.”

“I imagine owning a casino he has to do a lot of stuff. I’d never heard of the men, just the casino. If all the men were like Damian, there are going to be six happy women.”

“Lou looked happy,” she said, recalling the oldest brother’s woman. “Really happy.”

“Give Abel your v-card, and I bet he makes you a very happy woman.”

She chuckled. “I’m going to go. Enjoy studying, and don’t let anything distract you.”

“I won’t. Happy fucking.”

Betty must be in serious need. Hanging up the phone, Harper dropped her cell onto the bed, and climbed off, heading toward the window. Her body didn’t feel normal, and after this afternoon on the counter, each time she thought about it, she grew more aroused. They had one life to live, and she’d been living her life afraid. She didn’t know what she was afraid of. It wasn’t fear. No, she’d been protected. Her brothers and her parents had always been there, looking over her, keeping guys away. Now she was married, and the guy she’d chosen was in another room, giving her the space she required.

Go to him.

Without waiting for nerves to sink in, she left her room, and stood outside his.

“Just go in. He’s your husband. He has a right to be in your room, just like you have a right to be in his.”

She didn’t knock, and opened the door slowly. Abel was leaning over the bed, a nightlight on, and in his hands, he held a book. One of his hands was beneath the sheet, and she was sure he looked relieved for it to be her.

“Hi,” she said.