Page 87 of By His Vow

“You seriously think that?—”

I spin her around, cutting off her question.

But while I stare down at her, desperate to see into her eyes, to understand what she’s thinking, she keeps her gaze locked on my bare chest.

“Eyes, Tatum,” I demand.

She swallows thickly but doesn’t do as she’s told.

I don’t know why I’m surprised.

This is Tatum Warner, after all.

Reaching out, I tuck my fingers under her jaw and force her head up so she has no choice but to look into my eyes.

“Do you always have to be such a brat?” I ask darkly.

One corner of her lip twitches in a smirk.

“I’m not sleeping in your bed, Kingston. I’ll wear your ring, take your name, and keep up this farce, but that’s where this arrangement ends.”

My own smirk grows at her blatant lie.

“I think we both know that’s not how this is going to go,” I tell her, dipping my head until our noses are almost touching.

Her breath rushes over my face and her blue eyes darken even further.

My grip on her hip tightens and I pin us as close as possible, letting her feel every inch of what she’s doing to me.

“You don’t need me. You can have any of your harem keep you satisfied over the coming year,” she sneers, jealousy dripping from every word.

“But what about you?” I ask, neither confirming nor denying that I’ll be doing what she suggests.

“What about me? I’ve got a perfectly good vibrator that’ll do the job when the need hits.”

“Wow.” I laugh. “You must have been with some really shitty guys if you truly think a vibrator will satisfy you well enough.”

Her eyes narrow and her lips press into a thin line.

“I think you’ve been missing out, baby,” I say, dipping lower as if I’m about to prove my point with my actions as well as my words.

Her mouth pops open in preparation, but at the last minute, I release her and step back.

“Come and check out the closet. I have some things in there for you.”

I take off, pulling the doors to my closet and giving it a double take.

One side has always been empty. But that is no longer the case.

I haven’t bought her much, just a few things I thought she might like or need.

I sense her step up behind me before I see or hear her.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she says, ducking around me to see the rails and shelves of clothes, shoes, and purses.

“There’s lingerie in those drawers, too.”

Okay, I lied. I may have gone a little over the top with my personal shopper.