Page 30 of Till Death Do Us Part

Aléjandro’s stare turned darker as his finger came to my lips. “I don’t want to hear that name when I’m about to fuck my wife. I’m not him. Don’t expect me to live in a shadow of his mistakes.”

He had said something similar the first time I mentioned my limits.

“You are him” —I threw his vulgar words back at him— “if you’re going tofuckme after I told you no.”

I gasped as Aléjandro snatched my wrists with one hand and lifted them over my head. He pulled me to my tiptoes with his iron grip as I struggled to get free.

“You can scream, Mia. I’m certain the band will be playing until dawn. My family likes to party. You’ll be hoarse by the time anyone could hear you, and I could have fucked each one of your holes until my heart is content.”

Despite my best attempts to stay strong, warm tears filled my eyes. I flinched as he lifted his other hand.

Instead of striking me, Aléjandro left a ghostly touch down the length of my raised arm from my wrist down to my shoulder, to my neck and behind my ear. With a satisfied grin, he looked down, scanning my body. “Your tears tell me one story. Your hard nipples and the way you shift your legs tell another.”

“Fuck you.” My curse held less zeal than it had before.

His lips came to the spot behind my ear, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. I wanted to kick and push him away, but he was right about my hardened nipples. They were almost painful against the bodice of my dress. And as for my core, I couldn’t remember ever being wound this tight or so wet. None of that correlated with his horrible, vulgar threats.

My wrists ached, yet my body trembled with something between hatred and need. I couldn’t think fast enough to stop the moan from my lips.

Aléjandro leaned back, his erection still hard against my stomach. “Kisses. You told me earlier we could kiss.”

I quickly nodded. “Kisses. No more.”

“I won’t fuck you, Mia. Not tonight. When I do, you’ll be begging me for it.”

“When hell freezes over.”

He grinned. Releasing my wrists, he kept my body pinned between him and the wall. “The forecast is for ice.” He ran his finger over my cheek and down my neck to the V on the front of my neckline. “I was wrong.”

It was hard for me to follow his train of thought. “About?”

“The famiglia women being cold as ice.” Roughly capturing my chin, he brought his lips down hard and possessively on mine. I pushed back, not fighting but adding to the ongoing give-and-take. He stole my breath as he swallowed my complaints.

Kisses.

I’d said yes to kisses.

I didn’t back away, opening my mouth as his tongue made entrance. His hips rocked against me as our kiss deepened. Although I had the urge to lift my hands to his shirt, I kept them at my sides, trying to appear unaffected.

Aléjandro pulled back and ran his thumb over my swollen lips. “You’re the opposite of ice, Mia. You’re fire. I’m going to learn what you like and when I do, hell will be frozen over for eternity.”

Arrogant.

His eyes were black holes, sucking me into their void and the timbre of his accented deep voice ricocheted through my nervous system, warming my circulation while simultaneously scaring me that he could be right. “You will welcome my cock and writhe beneath the pleasure it brings you. I know you’re not a virgin, but that doesn’t mean you’re experienced. I don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed what a man can do to you. I’m not talking about a prick who’s weak enough to hurt a woman. I’m talking about a real man who knows how to use pleasure and pain to bring you ecstasy like you’ve never known.”

My tears broke through, streaming down my cheeks as I concentrated on the first part of his speech. He wasn’t going to fuck me.

I didn’t want to think about what else he’d said.

I couldn’t.

My mind couldn’t comprehend that I’d ever find pleasure with sex. Pain, yes, there could be pain but not any that brought me ecstasy.

I swallowed and stared into his eyes still simmering beneath his protruding brow. “I’m not right for you. You would be a lot happier if you chose someone else. You should have listened.”

Aléjandro shook his head. “You were made for me. My only regret is that you had to live with someone else first. Like I said, I won’t live in the shadow of his mistakes, but one by one, I’ll show you that he was wrong.” The tendons in his neck pulled tight. “No one will make me happier than you will, and one day, you’ll say the same about me.”

My thoughts went back to the ceremony.

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