Page 146 of Forced Vows

It's not enough!

I can't get enough air. I don't care. I need more, but my body is trapped.

And then it all stops. His fingers pull out of me and he steps back.

I scream my frustration. "I was so close!" I yell.

"Not without me," he says darkly. "When you come this time, I will be inside your tight, virgin ass."

"Then put your dick in!" I don't want to talk about it.

I want to do it.

"Can't do that with my clothes on." He's laughing at me.

I glare back. "Unzip and pull him out."

But he doesn't. He starts with his shirt, undoing one button at a time.

Screw this! Planning to help him get out of his clothes, I let go of the knife. I mean to let go of the knife, but my fingers refuse to let go.

His admonishment to be his good girl and hold on rings through my fevered brain.

He sees my inner war and the smile he gives me sends atavistic chills down my spine. "Good girl."

"Say it in Italian," I order. Why? I don't know.

"Mi brava ragazza."

That's why. It sounds so much more intimate, like only I have ever been his good girl.

My thighs spread obscenely wide, I undulate my hips in invitation.

Eyes nearly black with lust, Miceli rips the rest of his clothes off.

He bends down but not to touch me. I hear a cabinet door opening. Then something else. My thoughts splinter as he rubs something smooth and viscous around my sphincter.

What is that? Over the scent of our combined arousal, I smell it. Linseed oil. He's coating me with it, rubbing it into my tender, stretched flesh.

Jayzuz, Mary, and Joseph! What is this man doing to me?

His fingers slide in and out of me with no impediment. My back channel is slick with the oil. Those three fingers stretch me again and I know his sex is going to stretch me even further.

And I want it.

Now. Now. Now.

But he's drawing it out, pushing my pleasure to a fever pitch. Again!

My head turns side to side on my makeshift pillow and my hands grip that freaking knife so tight.

Then he's there, the big, blunt tip pressing against my entrance. "You ready?"

"Yes!" I scream. "Please, fuck me now!"

Chapter 48: MICELI

There is that word.

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