Page 90 of Vow

“Hate you,” she breathed.

Andino’s fingers tightened. “Don’t.”

“I hate you.”

If anything, he just fucked her harder for that. Haven wished she could say that she didn’t like it, but that would have been a lie. She loved it.

She raked lines over his back with her fingernails, and dug her heels into his back to force him closer. Even as she wanted him gone, she needed more of him, then, too.

She was such a fucking mess.

“Don’t,” he said again, shoving her head back against the cupboard. “Don’t you ever lie to me.”

Haven laughed breathlessly. “Like you do to me?”

She was so close to coming it was crazy. Almost at the edge, and ready to jump the hell off. Her nerves snapped with every meet of their hips. Trembling like a fucking leaf, and aching between her thighs.

His fingers dug in again, and he kissed her before biting down on her bottom lip. The shock of pain was enough to finally do it. It sent her tumbling over the cliff of bliss. The orgasm ravaged her senses, and made her numb to everything else.

She felt him grunt, and two hard thrusts later, empty himself deep inside her cunt, too.

Haven breathed.

She took a second, and just breathed.

Then, quietly, she said, “Now, please go.”

The devil wasn’t a man with red skin, hooves for feet, and horns on his head. No, the devil was the most handsome, charming man with hands that could make a woman sing, and lies on the tip of his tongue. The devil was a man who made her want to die for him, but all he did was fucking kill her instead. And he did it without a second thought, or regret. He did it unashamed of the heartache he caused.

He was sin, sure, but pain, too. He was not what the devil should be, but he was still his own kind of hell. He burned like it, too.

And right then, she was staring him straight in the face.

Andino, only a breath from her and trembling from head to toe, looked like agony materialized into a being. He looked like pain in the flesh, but she couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe anything from him anymore.

“I can’t go until you let me explain,” he finally said.

Haven shook her head. “That’s the thing—I don’t want you to anymore.”

“That’s not fair.”

Life wasn’t fair.

Nothing ever was.

“You’re so good at this,” she whispered.

Things that loved you shouldn’t hurt you. Things you loved shouldn’t hurt you. That wasn’t how this was supposed to work. He needed to understand that.

“Haven, please—”

“You’re so good at hurting me, Andino, but I don’t want to be hurt anymore, okay? I don’t want to hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.”