Page 30 of Revenge Vows

I pull out my gun and point it at her. Her eyes grow bigger, but she doesn’t move a muscle.

“Then why did you return? Don’t you know that he’s my enemy?”

She slowly walks towards me and places her hands on the muzzle of the gun.

“Giovanni wanted a woman who was pure and untouched, and most importantly, an unmarried woman,” she says, lifting her finger with the ring. “Just as you want nothing to do with him, he wants nothing to do with you. He returned me here himself, disgusted that you had me first,” she says.

Our eyes lock, and she stares at me. She has one hand on the muzzle of my gun pointed at her, and her ring finger lifted up.

Her lips are quivering, but she holds her stance in fierce determination.

I lower my gun. “You could have found your way back home to your family,” I say.

She laughs bitterly. “After you’ve marked me as yours?” she asks.

My lips curve in a smirk, and I begin to edge towards her. She doesn’t move until I get so close to her that her head is below my chin.

“You have to learn, Alyssa. You belong to me,” I whisper.

I sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed, tossing her on it. Her eyes are fixed on me, but they look sultry now.

With one pull, I rip the buttons of my shirt open, revealing her breasts. She doesn’t move as I tear the shirt away, leaving her naked. My eyes scan her delicate body underneath me, still covered with sweat and dirt.

I crush her breasts with my fingers firmly enough to give her pain but gently enough that it doesn’t leave a mark. She gasps, showing emotion for the first time. I move my cock to her lips, and she opens her mouth to take it in without being told to do so.

I don’t intend to be gentle with my lesson. I grab the back of her head, and I push my cock into her throat. She fights to take me in, and her legs squirm underneath me. I pull out my cock slowly for her to breathe before I push it in again.

I thrust my cock in deeper, picking up my cadence. My hold on her neck tightens, and she grabs the sheets and squeezes them.

I’m hitting the back of her throat, and with each thrust, her throat feels tighter. I close my eyes, and a grunt escapes my lips. My balls start to tighten, and I pull out swiftly. She turns to the other side, coughing and gasping for air.

I wait for her to catch her breath before I spin her around so her ass faces me. I part her legs, exposing her entrance.

I slip into her without warning, and she cries out immediately. It’s incredible how tight she feels. I begin to plunge inside her, feeling her starting to get wet. I grab her hair and hold her waist in position as I ram into her mercilessly. I lower my face to her ear as I keep thrusting.

“You’re mine, you hear? All fucking mine,” I say, struggling to keep my voice steady.

She replies with a moan as beads of sweat run down her back. She is still grabbing onto the sheets as my cock goes in and out of her, and I see her breasts jouncing each time I slide home inside of her. She arches her back to meet my thrusts, falling into rhythm with me as if we’ve been doing this for years.

“Oh, God, Antonio!” she cries out, as if she’s enjoying her punishment. I expected tears or virginal apologies, but her cries of pleasure and the way she’s fucking me back are intoxicating.

My pace somehow grows more frantic as my desire for her grows. I have never been so hard and insatiable. Her moans, now audible, fill the room and finally send me over the edge. I grab her hips, and I plunge into her one last time before succumbing to an orgasm that leaves me shaking and jerking.

When she comes moments after me, she screams so loudly that I’m sure the whole house can hear her. She grips the headboard as her body shakes and trembles, her pussy milking my cock greedily.

I slowly pull out, inhaling deeply to steady my breath. I get out of bed and stand on shaky legs.

“Am I forgiven?” she asks almost inaudibly as I turn to leave.

“A maid will come to clean you up,” I reply, buttoning my shirt that has come undone.

As I step out of her room, closing the door behind me, Bunny appears in the corridor with a grin on his face. His eye looks a little better.

His eyes dart to the door, then at my half-buttoned shirt, and he gives a hostile smirk.

“Laura is here,” he says, lowering his voice, “I would pay good money to see her reaction when she learns that her ex-fiancé, who was single a week ago, is now married.”

I smile at him. “Donatello was right. You’re begging for another busted eye.”

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