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.
“I dress in a white wrap dress with nude heels. It is one of my favorite work outfits. The neck is high, the sleeves long, but the dress hugs every single one of my curves perfectly. Every time I slip it on, I feel like I’m going to kick ass and take names. I usually reserve it for important client meetings as a good luck charm, but leaving the house for basically the first time in a week deserves a little celebration.
I’m putting the last touches of my makeup on when Liam walks into the bathroom for his morning shower, still naked from last night. My eyes sweep down his body, feeling the heat pulse between my legs. I lick my lips as I watch his cock strain toward me. Liam is sweeping his own eyes up and down my body. He comes right behind me.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sweeping my hair to one side so he can kiss his favorite freckle on my neck. “Why have I never seen this dress?”
“I’m taking you out in this dress,” he tells me gruffly.
“Sounds like a plan,” I tell him, rubbing my ass along his rigid cock. I turn toward him, giving him two quick, hard tugs. I come up on my toes, kissing up his neck, along his scruffy jaw, finally settling on his lips. He’s pumping himself into my hand, faster. I lick along the seam of his lips before sinking to my knees.
My hands land on his thighs, his cock straining before my face. I look up at him. “Thank you for not caging me, Liam.”
His start of the word thank ends in a growl as I take him deep into my mouth, pumping the part of his shaft that doesn’t fit. I relax my throat, preparing to take him deeper, licking along the vein on the underside of his shaft. His thighs clench under my hands when I hollow my cheeks.
I suck Liam’s cock deep into my throat, my nose pressing against his pelvis. I look up at him. His eyes are molten chocolate, pupils blown. One hand comes to my face, caressing my cheek. Every man I’ve been with before Liam has made “feel cheap and used in this position, but Liam makes me feel like a queen in control. I feel empowered taking my man like this, his thighs quivering for me. I continue to watch him as I swallow. His free hand fists at his side.
“Fuck, baby.” Liam’s voice is strained and gravelly. He pumps his hips, thrusting even deeper into my throat. I cup his balls in one hand, rolling them, and, tugging at the same time, I swallow him again.
“I’m—I’m going to come.” He tries to pull away, but my other hand wraps around his body, clutching his ass, keeping him ”
“there. I want this. I want to swallow every drop of him before I leave for work.
I tug his balls again, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him hard and fast. He pumps with me before he erupts in a yell of my name. After I swallow every last drop, he pulls me to my feet, hands cupping my face.
“I don’t deserve you,” Liam says before kissing me deeply. “God help me if you ever figure that out.”
I kiss him back, giving as much as I’m taking. I break the kiss, breathing hard. “I have to go now.”
“Not yet,” he tells me. He lifts my dress up to my hips, settling me on the counter. “Spread those thighs for me.”
“I’ll be late,” I protest as I spread my legs for him.
Liam drops to his knees. “Don’t care, gorgeous. I need breakfast before you leave.” He spreads my legs farther apart, pulling my panties down my legs, licking his lips as he stares at my soaked pussy. I can’t find it in me to care, either.
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.