Shattered Vows (The Denton Family Legacy Book 2) (8 page)

“Hi, babe, what’s wrong?”

Harper moved to the side of the bed, and she noticed that he moved his hand across his body.

Shaking her head, she smiled at him. “I—I don’t want a divorce, or an annulment.”

He turned, putting the book down, and something away in the top drawer beside his bed. Abel switched the main light on, and sat up.

“Can I sit?” she asked.

“Of course.”

She sat down, drawing her leg up. “I don’t want a divorce. I want to give this a try. You and me, us. I know it’s kind of crazy because neither of us knows all that much about the other, and I’ve been a complete bitch.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“I have. Honestly, you’ve been nothing but nice to me, and showing me how good you can be. Me, I’ve pushed you away, been cold, and that’s not who I am. I promise. I can be warm, and good, and nice. You can ask my friends.”

He took hold of her hand, and she loved it when he locked their fingers together. There was something deeply possessive about his hold on her. “You mean the world to me, Harper. I know it creeps you out when I say that, and it doesn’t seem real. What I feel for you, I’ve never felt for another person. I swear. You’re it for me. The woman I want for the rest of my life, to build a family with you.”

She smiled. “I’d like that as well. Will you give me a chance?”

“Always. You never have to ask. Whatever you want, whenever you want it. Just ask, and I’ll give it to you.”

Harper nodded. “Can I sleep here tonight? I’d like to sleep next to you.”

“Can I hold you?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

“No maybe about it. I want to hold you.”

“I thought you said I could have anything I wanted.”

“You can, providing I get a little something out of is as well.”

She laughed. “You, Mr. Denton, can hold me.”

He pulled the covers up, and she slid in beside him. Laying her head on the pillow, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to be calm as his arm lay across her stomach, pulling her against him. Her ass nestled against his groin, his dick making his presence known.

“You don’t worry about him. All I want to do is hold you.”

She chuckled. “He likes attention.”

“He likes you.”

“I can’t believe we’re talking about your penis.”

“Dick, baby. Penis sounds like I’m in high school,” he said, kissing the back of her neck.

“How many kids do you want?” she asked.

“Hundreds.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I’d like four. I come from a big family, and I know how much I count on my brothers.”

“I feel for Tamsin. I know what it was like with three older brothers. I couldn’t imagine having six. Your mother is a champion. Seven kids.”

“My parents started really early in life. Tamsin was a problem pregnancy for Mom, so she was always going to be the last one. We’ll always take care of her.”

“I know. Why do you think I’m a twenty-year-old virgin? My brothers were always taking care of me. Any guy who came by the house got an inquisition. I’m sure the only thing missing was the torture devices.”

“It’s a brother’s job to make sure their sister is taken care of.”

“I know, but sometimes it can be a little … daunting. I just wanted to go out, have some fun, maybe kiss. You know my brother chaperoned me to prom. I didn’t even get felt up. In fact, I just ended up dancing with Lara and Betty. When their dates were tired of being left alone, I went home to let them have the traditional prom.”

Abel stroked her stomach as he listened. He always did listen to her.

“No guy is ever going to feel my sister up. She’s becoming a nun.”

“Your sister has a mind of her own, and I doubt anyone is going to ever stop her from doing what she wants to do.” Harper snuggled down. The scent of him surrounded her. “Abel?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“What do you do?”

There was a pause, a moment’s silence. “I work for my dad.”

“Doing what?”

“Helping out at the casino.”

“You never answer, not truthfully. It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” Her eyes started to feel heavy.

“Harper, what I do isn’t important. Nothing will ever harm you, I promise.”

She hummed her agreement. She was so tired that it didn’t even register that his response was kind of strange.

Chapter Eight

One week later

“You cheat!” Harper gave Abel a shove, and he fell over the game, laughing. Since the start of the game, he’d been in control of the spinner, and he’d manipulated the truth so that Harper always ended up in some kind of sexual position. His cock was rock hard, and he laughed as she fell against him.

Wrapping his arms around her, he spun her so that she was on the ground, and he was between her spread thighs.

“You calling me a cheat?”

“It’s what you are.”

“And you love it, babe.” He took possession of her lips, amazed at how far they had come. Just a week ago, when she had entered his room, and he’d almost killed her, which she didn’t know about, their relationship had changed. Harper was open with him. She didn’t cut him out, and now she embraced him.

The time they had together alone in Italy was drawing to a close, and for the first time ever, Abel didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want to go back to his family, or to his way of life. Not only had he enjoyed being away, he liked the story he told Harper. The one where he worked for his father, and nothing bad happened.

He wasn’t the same guy who fucked a whore, or tortured a man before fucking the guy’s wife. Abel the torturer was gone.

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

“Is that all you love?”

“No. I love a lot more things, but if I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.”

He gasped. “I’ll take my chances.” Kissing down her neck, he sucked on the pulse, flicking his tongue across the maddening beat. “What else do you like?” He flicked the strap of her dress down her arm.

“Someone might see.”

“No one sees what belongs to me.”

“You control their eyes?” she asked, smiling.

“For you, I control everything.”

He took possession of her lips, thrusting his dick against her. Even in his pants, he was damn happy to be there. Abel had spoken to his father to find out what it was about their connection to their women. His father had told him that it didn’t matter what it was, just being near their woman was enough to satisfy them.

All of his life, Abel had found pleasure with a woman. He’d come apart, and relished bringing a woman to insanity. With Harper, everything was different. Looking back at his life, he saw he was only half-living. There was no better experience in his life. The past two weeks with her, in his bed at his side, had been the best of his thirty-three years. Breaking from the kiss, he moved down her neck, stopping at her pulse once again before heading down.

“Make love to me, Abel.”

He lifted himself up, staring into her brown eyes. The smile on her face gave away so much. “What did you say?”

“I’m ready. I want you to make love to me.”

“What about the annulment?”

“Didn’t you hear me a week ago? There’s not going to be any annulment, or a divorce. I want this. I want you, and I’m not going to be afraid anymore. You can tell my brothers to back away.”

He chuckled. She had told him all about her brothers, and the mischief they got into growing up.

“You really mean that?”

“I really do. This is what I want. Do you want me?”

He thrust his cock against her. “You know I want you.”

“Take me then, I’m yours.”

They were magic words to him. Without waiting for a second, he rolled off her, and started packing away their picnic. She giggled. “What are you doing?”

“We’re heading back home.”

“We are?”

“Yes, I’m not about to let you change your mind.” He grabbed her hands, and lifted her up. “Let’s go,” he said, slapping her ass.

She yelped, rubbing her butt as he gathered the game, and started toward their villa. There was an access at the backyard toward the beach. He held her hand, leading her back toward their home. His heart was pounding. Even though he wanted to get inside her more than anything, there was also fear. She was a virgin. No other man had ever been inside her, and he was a large guy. He wasn’t showing off about how big he was. Even the most experienced whore struggled to take the whole length of his dick. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his woman.

He’d take his time, and get her accustomed to him, and then he’d drive his cock in her so deep that she wouldn’t even think of another man. Even as he thought it, Abel knew it wouldn’t turn out like that. Entering the kitchen, he placed their picnic basket on the counter, and made his way up to their room.

Once inside the bedroom, he turned toward her.

She was panting from the run he’d pretty much forced her to take.

“Are you happy we’re here now?” she asked.

Be honest.

Since he’d known Harper, he’d come to understand that she appreciated honesty. “I’m terrified.”

Harper’s eyes grew wide. He loved her eyes. They were nice and big, taking everything in.

“Terrified?”

“I’ve never been with a virgin before. I know how to have sex, but I don’t want this to hurt. I want you to love sex as much as I do.”

“What if I’m not good at it?” she asked.

“There’s no way you can’t be good. I know you will be.”

She licked her lips, and it made him groan. He wanted to kiss her. It drove him wild to see her tongue peeking out. It made him think of other places for her to kiss, to lick, to suck. “How many other women have you been with?”

“You don’t want to know the answer.”

“A lot?”

“Enough. None of them compare to you. Not once have I had a virgin.”

“Then right now we are both virgins. Neither of us knows what to do, and we’ll get through it together.”

She wore a long yellow dress. It was the kind that molded to her tits and hips, flaring out at the base. He watched fascinated as she lifted the dress over her head, showing the white chemise-style bra and panties beneath. The dress dropped to the floor. He saw her red-tipped nipples pointing out.

“You’re going to need to get naked, Abel.”

He removed his shirt, next going for his pants. If it was up to him, they would both go naked for the rest of their lives. He loved watching her walk around. Some men didn’t like curvy women, but to Abel, she aroused him. Every curve, even the flaws she pointed out, he loved. She was all woman, and he didn’t want anything else. In his black boxer briefs, he stepped toward her, sinking his fingers into her hair with one hand, and with the other, he cupped her ass.

“Harper Denton, I’m in love with you.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

“How do you not know? From the first moment I saw you, I knew. You call to me in the ways I can’t even describe. There is no other woman for me. I will love you for the rest of my life, and I will prove to you that I do.”

Tears glistened in her eyes. “I think I’m falling for you as well, and I’m scared about what it means. This kind of stuff happens in movies, right?”

“My father fell in love with my mother, my uncles with their women, my brother with Lou. It can happen, and it doesn’t have to be a scary thing either.” He kissed her lips. “It can be the most magical time of our lives.”

“Abel, you know what to say to make me love you.”

“I’m only just getting started. I hope you’re ready for me.”

“I am. I do believe I am.”

****

Harper lay in bed, no longer a virgin, staring up at the ceiling. She’d had sex. Amazing sex. At first, it had been painful, and she’d pummeled Abel’s chest trying to get him off, to stop him from hurting her.

Then she had witnessed his own tears, which had stopped her from pummeling him, and then gasped as he held himself still. He didn’t pull out, or go away. Abel, through both of their tears, had waited for her. He kissed her, touched her, told her how much he loved her, and how much he was going to show her that the pain was worth it. She hadn’t thought for a second the pain would be worth it. Second by second, the pain had started to subside. The pain had been replaced by something so amazing, the pleasure. The feel of his cock pushing inside her, the rawness of it, had turned her on.

Abel had caressed her body, drawing an orgasm from her, which even now, lying spent, she was shocked by. How could she have experienced an orgasm after that wave of pain?

He came back from the bathroom, and she lifted up, seeing he held a cloth. When she looked down between her legs, she winced, and groaned. On the sheets was evidence of her virginity.

“Please let me have the cloth,” she said.

“No. This is my right, and I intend to clean my woman, and then I’m going to remove the sheets, and get them washed,” he said.

“Burn them.”

“No. Years ago, the sheets would be hung from the dining room, I think, either the dining room or outside for the whole town to see that a virgin had been claimed.”

“Bastards. I feel for those women. Everyone would have been laughing and pointing.”

“I don’t know. I think the men would have experienced great pride in claiming what no other man ever could. If they had half sense to them, they wouldn’t ever stray.”

“Are you telling me you’re going to be faithful?” she asked.

“I promised it to you in our vows. I won’t break them. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you. Wait until you’re sick. Chicken noodle soup is on the menu.”

“You can cook?” she asked. Not once during their time together had he offered to cook.

“God, no. I’d get my mom to cook it, and then come and serve it for us. It would be so delicious.”

She shook her head. “Did your mom do your laundry?”

“No. I get a maid to do that.”

Harper shook her head. “You can’t even do your own laundry.”

“I’m a man’s man, Harp. I don’t have time for trivial things. It’s why I need a wife.”

“And why you’re going to end up alone in no time.”

He chuckled, wiping between her thighs. Collapsing to the bed, she covered her face, mortified with what he’d done. “Please, kill me now.”

Abel kissed the tip of her nose. “No need to kill you.”

Together they removed the bottom sheet, changing it. It was still early, only four o’clock. Harper climbed back on the bed, not bothering to cover her nakedness. Abel lay in front of her, and she flipped onto her stomach, staring at him. “Did I hurt you too much?”

“No. At first it was painful. You’re not small or slender. You’re … wide.”

“I tried to get you ready.”

Before he entered her, he’d brought her to orgasm with his tongue. Even with her first orgasm, it hadn’t been enough.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I hate hurting you.”

She didn’t say anything. “It’s done. It won’t hurt anymore.”

“Will you even want to do it again?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” She reached out, running her hand down his body. There were times, like these, where she wasn’t sure if she should reach out and touch him.

“I’m yours, baby. You can touch me, anytime you want,” he said.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Your eyes. They give you away.”

Gripping his cock, she held him firmly, running her hands up and down his length. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

He wasn’t as hard as he’d been twenty minutes ago. “Can you go again?” she asked. She wanted to learn everything about him. What turned him on? How best to touch him? Harper wished to be everything he needed just like he’d become hers.

“Feel, Harper.” He rested his hands behind his head, leaving it all up to her. Biting her lip, she sat up, and focused on him. With each thrust of her hand over his cock, he got a little harder. She watched as he started to swell with blood. His voice went husky.

“For you, Harper, I’ll be ready to go in a second.”

He moved his hand from behind her head, slipping between her thighs. He found her pussy, and started to stroke. Moving onto her knees, she made it easier for him to tease her. She loved his hands on her body, touching her. He knew where to touch to bring her the most pleasure.

Abel moved from her clit, sliding a single finger inside her. She gasped, riding him. “Are you sore?”

“A little, but not enough that I want you to stop.”

Harper needed him inside her again, filling her.

Staring at his cock, she couldn’t resist and swiped her tongue across the pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

“Fuck!”

It was the single most erotic word she’d ever heard. Taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, Abel’s cock got harder. He had to be over ten inches, maybe even longer.

Taking more of him into her mouth, she swallowed down his pre-cum that was leaking into her mouth, loving the taste of him. Abel continued to finger-fuck her, driving her crazy as he did.

She thrust onto his hand, wanting whatever pleasure he could give.

“Please, please,” she said, releasing him long enough to speak.

“Harper, fuck.” He thrust his hips up to meet her. “I’m not going to last. Fuck my cock!”