Page 58 of By His Vow

My teeth grind and my fists curl on my lap.

This woman.

This fucking woman.

“You agreed to be faithful to me yesterday. For a year, you belong to me.”

Her lips purse in anger, but I struggle to take the look seriously when her eyes are beginning to droop with the effects of the alcohol in her system.

“I am not a thing, Kingston. I do not belong to anyone. And least of all you.”

With every word, she sinks lower in the seat.

“I am my own person. I make my own decisions. If I want to fuck anyone, then I will. The only person I won’t be fucking is you.”

My jaw begins to ache with how tense I am.

“You’re a mess,” I point out as she finally slumps to the side, her head resting on the window.

Her dress is hitched up, showing me her black lace panties beneath, and fuck if the sight of them doesn’t hit me right in the dick.

I shouldn’t be interested in this hot mess before me, but it seems my head and my dick are on two completely different pages.

Unlike her, I can do what I want with my life—and my body—over the next year.

I have free rein, while she has to remain faithful.

I shake my head as her lids lower, finally severing our connection.

“Fuck,” I breathe, lifting my hand to comb my hair back from my face.

“Everything okay. sir?” Lewis asks, his amused eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

“Wonderful, Lewis. Fucking wonderful.”

He chuckles to himself as the red taillights of the cars ahead of us illuminate the front of the car.

“You’ve got your work cut out with that one,” he says unhelpfully.

My eyes drop from his in favor of Tatum.

Her eyes are flickering as if she’s dreaming already and her full, red lips are parted as she sleeps.

Even wasted and exhausted she’s beautiful.

“Don’t I fucking know it,” I mutter, rubbing my jaw as I continue to study her. “What’s the news on the traffic?” I ask after a few seconds.

“No change. What do you want to do?”

Spreading my thighs wider, I sink lower in the seat and rest my head back.

I don’t want to spend all fucking night in the car, and we will if I insist on taking her home.

I shouldn’t want her there as much as I do.

“Her place is closer,” Lewis points out.

Yes. And so is her feral fucking cat. There’s no way I’m dealing with that little fucker tonight.