Chapter 15

**Brad’s POV**

Staring into her dumbstruck eyes gave me a sense of power. Which was quite odd. I was never allowed to feel that way around her, she was her own strength. I felt the plus at her wrist and felt some satisfaction at her heart’s pace.

She wasn’t oblivious to my charms after all! The thought struck me and I wanted to smile. Did she want me to? Can we have something physical?

Wait! Was she nervous because of me or because of her—date? The word rolled around my mind like acid, burning a path to anger.

“Late night?” I sounded, my eyes growing dark and harsh. I noticed her change instantly, her eyes were reduced to slits and her jaw clenched.

“It’s only midnight; you often make an appearance far into the morning!” She spat and I almost felt the acidity of her words, she yanked her hand away from me and I felt the loss of her subtle warmth.

I stepped closer and saw her momentary doubt, we were millimeters apart, our lips nearly brushing against each other all I needed to do was bend closer to her height.

What the fuck!

I felt myself harden at our proximity. I really needed to concentrate around her, really needed to master control of myself.

“Don’t you think it’s more suspicious if a married woman allows a male to drop her off at such an hour?” I questioned my voice low. From the corner of my eyes I saw a strand of her hair sway at the caress of my breath.

I swore I saw her shudder.

“Could you be any more condescending? I do not care what people think. Especially since I have done nothing wrong.” her voice soft but deadly, I saw her chest heave and it took all of me not to pull her close, to burn our anger out in each other’s passion.

“Nothing wrong? So you haven’t rekindled your flame with your boyfriend?” I barked yet she didn’t flinch. This woman amazed me sometimes.

She smiled in mockery. “If did decide to rekindle old flames, I wouldn’t tell you that as it would not be any of your business!” She growled furiously and I flinched.

She wouldn’t dare. Would she?

I grabbed hold of her arms, rage clouding my judgment. “You would consider cheating on me?” I asked incredulously.

“Consideration? You think you deserve even that much! This is not a marriage this was an arrangement! If I do cheat, I will not be in the wrong. After all I have needs.” She shot back and I crashed my lips on hers.

I couldn’t fathom the thought of her being intimate with anyone but me. I would never allow her to do that.

I felt her resistance but I tangled my fingers into her hair and pulled her even closer, when she opened her mouth to protest I took the opportunity to possess her fully, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

I continued to kiss her until I felt her resolve weaken, her body relaxed and her lips moved against mine in a raged attempt for control. I guided her body with mine until the back of her legs touched the kitchen table, she gasped against my lips and I covered the sound with my mouth.

I felt her arms around my neck, her fingers grabbing fists full of my hair, the pain a profound pleasure, and I groaned at every inch of my manhood snapping to attention. I needed to be buried in her.

**Angela’s POV**

Was I really kissing this heartless bastard? More importantly, why was I enjoying it?

My entire body heated in preparation for something more...so much more! Was this how it was supposed to be? Was I heated with just some kisses?

I felt him lean into me and my body chorused at the sweetness of the contact of our bodies. I could feel the warmth of his skin seeping through the confines of my clothing.

What would it feel like without clothing?

His hands rested on my hips, steadying them. His lips moved from mine and trailed packets of hotness along my neck, nibbling as he went. I bit my lips and closed my eyes and moan after moan escaped from me.

His fingers trailed upwards and my body responded instantly. At the side, he found the zip to my dress. I felt the confines loosen and suddenly my chest was revealed. His hand cupping my breast and I inwardly screamed for him to unclasp my bra.

Before I knew what I was doing I found myself unbuttoning this shirt, my hands resting lightly on hard toned muscle. He groaned at my contact and his grip on me tightened. I loved the feeling of him. Of his heat!

He pressed closer to me and the most intimate parts of ourselves made contact. My hips jerked forward and he trapped the lower half of my body with his. It was astounding! The sheer power he possessed.

He kissed my neck continuously and my body was wrought with the pleasure I was experiencing and the pleasure that was to come.

To come? My eyes widened instantly. I couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t want to if he knew I was yet a virgin.

I tried to push him but I was sure he mistook my touch. “Brad. Stop.” My voice was horse. I did not sound like myself.

He stilled, his face buried at my neck, his hands at their positions; at my neck and my breast.

“What?” He breathed against my skin.

What was I going to say? Did I want him to stop?
Angela's Vow Dilemma: Trapped in a Loveless Union
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