All Chapters of These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Leonel ~~~ I watch Ava’s glimmering green eyes widen, already shaking her head of red hair no. “Mi Valienta,” I say, persuading, “Think about it. We know the house is wired, we know he can see you. If you just pretend to love him, he may reach out, and then you could postpone your meeting him if he thinks you’re on his side. Maybe you give him an excuse that you need to stay with me for three more weeks, and by then we’d have the cure for Oliver.” Her eyebrows crease gently as if considering my words, and even with the tension of everything going on, watching her think so deeply while wearing my shirt is more attractive than it ought to be. I feel my cock twitch. “So what?” she asks finally. “I just walk into the mansion and start talking to him? Tell him I need to stay an extra three weeks? We don’t even know where these cameras are.” Though, the way her voice dips, I can tell she has an idea—the same one I do. My jaw clenches at the thought that he has hidden them in her r

Ava ~~~ Leonel and I get back to the mansion around the same time in the evening. I don’t ask him where he went, knowing wherever it was, he went there for my sake. Watching him get out of his car and run a hand through his wavy hair is a lot sexier than it should be. I bite my lip and tear my eyes away from him. Now that we’re back on the surface, we have to start our act: pretending we don’t want each other and refraining from touching the other person. He comes beside me, the same longing in my eyes reflected in his grey ones, and I just know this is going to be more challenging than either of us expected. But we have to. For Oliver. When I got to the hospital and saw him, a crushing guilt overtook me at the thought of the poison in his viens. Every time time he gave me one of his charming smiles or held Evie’s hand, I remembered what’s at stake. I’d pretend not to want Leonel for a year if it meant I could keep my friends safe. Leonel eyes me head to toe, an ac

HIM~~~Since setting up the cameras in Jade’s room, I’ve watched her more religiously than anything else in my life.I come home after a long day? Straight to watching Jade.I stay out too long? I tune in to Jade on my phone wherever I am.Whether I’m in the kitchen, in the shower, fucking some other woman I found at the nightclub, or doing anything that takes too much of my free time, I drop it all and tune in to see what my magnificent Jade is doing.Of course, I told Helen the reason for this was the plan, that we needed to see Jade at every moment so we could know when to strike, and while that has always been a side reason for watching her, my main one has been just to see her.To watch her silky hair tumble down her shoulders as she leans over her paint pad, I see her laugh on the phone when she talks to her best friend.Even to see her touch herself to that stupid billionaire is enough, because I know soon it’ll be me she’s caressing, me making her cum.Me who finally slits he

Leonel~~~“Well?” I ask Ryan, the best tech man I know after myself.Together we make a formidable team, using a high-point laser intercept system to decipher the conversation being had in Ava’s room beside me.I can’t believe her ex fell for it. Right as I bounded into my room after my fake fight with Ava, Ryan informed me that he picked up vibrations from her room, and her ex was already trying to communicate with her.I roll my eyes as Ryan relays the information, unsurprised that her ex was so quick to lay claim to what he believed was his.“The conversation is clear, sir,” Ryan says, his face slightly creased in disgust as he hears the way her ex speaks to her. “But getting his location is proving difficult. It’s like he has some sort of advanced encryption blocking the interpretation of sound waves that would have helped us pin an address.”“Please,” I scoff, undeterred. “Axion Tech didn’t get as far as it did for its best tech man to be unable to decrypt a location.”But Ryan

Ava ~~~ Leonel kicks the door shut behind him, deepening the kiss with so much intensity it forces me to stumble back with him. I sigh into the kiss, my fingers finding the familiar waves of his dark hair and tangling in them easily. I break from him briefly, only so I can murmur, “I want you.” “I always want you,” he mumbles back, pressing our lips together again without missing a beat. His deep voice sends a wave of desire to torture my clit. I’m suddenly aware of the flimsy nightgown I’m wearing, how it stops mid-thigh and is a single layer of red lacy fabric, and there’s nothing I want more than for Leonel to tear it off. I want no barriers between us, physically and more. I feel his hands trail down my body desperately, caressing every curve. I shiver as his practiced fingers trace the peak of my cleavage, run down the contours of my body, and even with this silk nightgown separating us, the feeling of his hands on me is electric. Finally, his palms rest on my hips, pul