Page 43 of Risky Vows

"She lied," I say quickly. Of course. My mom would say anything to make me look like the bad guy. I don't know when she had this conversation with Massimo, but it doesn't matter now.

He jams both hands in the pockets of his lounge pants. "I had a detective check it. It's true."

I press my palm to my chest.

James never loved me. My heart breaks into tiny pieces, and each one spikes my nerve endings, leaving me hurt and bruised. What makes me think Massimo ever will? I'd have to be fucking stupid to believe that.

I tighten the sheet around me. "I need to be alone."

"That's rich. You fucking betrayed me, and you get hurt. Is this a game you're playing? Like telling me you love me earlier?"

"I meant that."

"So convenient. Did you know I found out?"

"How would I know?" And why did he fuck me before questioning me? Was that a goodbye fuck, like he did with Daphne before getting married? Will he leave me… or kill me? Fear rolls down my spine.

He straightens his shoulders. He's a mountain of a man, and if he tries to hurt me, I’ll have no chance. He's also hurt. I can see it in his eyes. "I don't know, Amara. You're surprising me more and more. You've used me. How can I be sure your brother didn't recover sooner? How do I know your family didn’t want me to inject money into their business so he could return and scoop it up?"

"You mean before our marriage? That doesn't make sense. If he’d been awake, why would I get married?"

Massimo touches my shoulder, then pushes me backward onto the mattress. He covers my body with his. "Nothing makes sense; you're right. You told me you loved me at the eleventh hour," he says, his gaze falling to my lips. “Such a good actress."

I touch his chin, urging him to look at me. "How about you fucking me at the eleventh hour?"

A flicker of dark desire touches his eyes. "What does one thing have to do with the other?"

"It doesn't. Not for you. You can fuck me all you want while hating my guts," I say, spitting out the words, not hiding my frustration. A second later, as he pulls down his pants and strips away the sheet, I realize maybe I should’ve chosen different words.

"That's right," he says, his voice deep, dangerous like a double shot of whiskey after you've already had too many. I don't even like whiskey. But Massimo… that's a different story.

He rubs the thick head of his cock against my pussy, and arousal jolts through me. Lowering his head, he laps his tongue at my nipple. I close my eyes, arching my back and shamelessly giving him more of me.

"Massimo… we shouldn't do this," I say in a soft voice that doesn't even convince me.

He grazes his teeth over my nipple as he touches my pussy. "Little slut," he whispers.

I know he's talking about my pussy. Hell, at this point, after talking, we both have internal anger we need to address. I'm not denying him anything. Maybe he'll forgive me. Maybe?—

He sucks my breast, taking it into his mouth, and I thrust my hands into his hair, showing him what I like—how I like it.

Growling, he thrusts his big dick inside me, and I yelp. He switches his attention from one breast to the other, nipping my tit, teasing my nipple with his teeth, making me squirm inanticipation. My moans fill the air, each breath louder, more long-winded.

I don't know if I'll get to say these things to him anymore. He's probably fucking me now to prove a point. Shame scorches me as he fucks me relentlessly with his cock like he doesn’t care about my well-being.

His desire for me is an entity he wants to squash. Well, I wish I could crush it, too. But I can't. Each time he curls his hips, slams all the way to the hilt, and retreats halfway, only to return harder, he sends me one inch closer to the edge. And I need it—oh, how I need it.

"Oh, yes. I need to come, baby. So bad," I say.

My words trigger something in him because he slips out of me, flips me so my tummy touches the mattress, and lifts my ass. Then he thrusts two digits into my pussy. I clench my thighs around his fingers, desperate for release.

My heart races out of my chest, and I see dots in the corners of my eyes. I’m so close.

Abruptly, he disengages his fingers from my sex and places them between my ass cheeks. Unlike the other times he's done this, he's a lot faster.

He caresses the inside of my cheeks until he pops two fingers into my hole. Growling, he plays with it, stretching it, getting me used to the in-and-out friction.

I clasp the sheets and try to get on all fours. He presses his free hand to my back, keeping me on the mattress with my head buried in the pillow, ass in the air for the taking.

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