Vow of Retribution
The Vow Series #1
by Emma Renshaw
Publication Date: May 3, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I want revenge.
With scars like these, I knew I could never forget my past.
With threats like these, I can’t escape, either.
This time, I’m fighting back. I don’t just want my life back. I want vengeance for what was done to me.
I didn’t plan to fall in love.
I want to save her.
A girl like her isn’t easily forgotten.
A girl like her doesn’t trust easily.
I’ll fight for her—I’ll fight with her. Together, we can build a new life, free from the past. Together, we can rise.
Even if we could lose everything by trying.
ABOUT EMMA RENSHAW
Emma loves to write, just don’t ask her to write about herself. If she isn’t writing, you can find her lost in a book or trying to get her doggo to take a selfie with her. He usually refuses. At the end of the day, you can find Emma at the closest Mexican restaurant eating queso and sipping on a margarita. She lives in Texas with her husband and dog.
I pull him up, kissing him fiercely. I moan while sucking his tongue that tastes of me. It’s so dirty and wrong. I fucking love it.
He breaks the kiss as he positions himself at my entrance. He slides into me slowly, groaning with each passing inch. We’re looking into each other’s eyes as I take him all the way to the hilt. I’m shaking with need. My hands scrape down his back, squeezing his firm ass. I wrap my legs around his hips, grinding up. My clit presses against his pelvis. I cry out.
“Yes, baby,” he whispers, closing his eyes. He opens them again, looking down at me, setting my body on fire. He pumps in and out of me in slow, leisurely strokes.
“More,” I whisper.
He pumps harder, slamming his pelvis on my clit each time. One hand plays with my nipples while the other comes behind my head, lifting my face up. We kiss, tongues tangling and teeth gnashing. He pumps harder and faster. He breaks his lips from mine, looking into my eyes. He’s giving me himself after I laid everything at his feet tonight. I’ve never felt a connection like this. The world could be burning to the ground outside, and I would know nothing except the feel of Liam inside me and the look in his eyes. There’s something there that I’m too nervous to name, but I know it’s reflecting right back at him.
“I’m keeping you,” he whispers to me. I come undone with his words.
“Fuck, I love feeling your pussy flutter around my cock. You’re strangling me so tight.” He pumps hard, again and again. “So good. Never this good,” he mumbles, saying other words that don’t make sense.
He bends his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth. He snakes his hand between our bodies and flicks my clit, strumming it with his pumps.
“Come with me,” he says.
I couldn’t stop my impending orgasm even if tried. “Liam,” I cry out.
He grounds out my name, spilling hot semen in me, pumping until he’s completely empty.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm—well, orgasms—like tonight. Liam stays on top of me. My hands are still on his back. I can hardly breathe with his weight on me, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love feeling his heavy body on top of me, still half hard inside of me, completely spent. He kisses me again before pulling out. I whimper at the loss, feeling empty without him inside me.
Liam gets up from the bed, coming back with a wet washcloth. I try to take it from him, but he says, “Let me take care of you.” I couldn’t deny him of anything with the look he is giving me. My heart pounds harder. The look I’m too nervous to name is radiating off of his face.