Page 21 of Veiled Vows

I can feel the tension building, the climax drawing near. I dig my toes into his length, moving with a frenzied rhythm, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

With a strangled cry, he finally cums, his release spilling over my feet in a white sticky mess. His body convulses, and he gasps for breath, his hands clutching at my legs as if they were his lifeline.

His hands move up to raise my dress, exposing my thighs. He places soft kisses along my skin, inching closer to my core. I can feel myself almost giving in, my body betraying me.

His lips reach the edge of my lace underwear, and he places a kiss right on top of them. The sensation burns with pleasure, and I grab his hair, pulling his face up to meet mine.

"You only get one more kiss," I tell him, my voice firm but breathy. I don’t want to give myself to him fully.

He growls, clearly frustrated. "You're too engrossed in your little fantasy now, but remember, I'm the one in control."

I laugh softly, shaking my head. "Are you? Because you're still on your knees."

His eyes darken with a mixture of anger and desire. He bites my inner thigh hard, making me gasp.

"I'm bearing this for you," he says. He looks up at me with a smirk, then quickly pushes the cloth of my underwear to the side and places an open-mouth kiss on my flesh, making out with it.

The sensation is almost too much, and I instinctively try to push his face back in, wanting more. But he pulls away, shaking his head with a dark, evil look in his eyes.

"One kiss only, baby," he reminds me, using my command against me.

He stands up and begins to undress. My eyes follow him, drinking in every inch of his muscular frame. He stops at his underwear and heads to the bed, lying down as if nothing happened.

I glare at him, my body still trembling with need. Without a word, I head to the bathroom to wash up, closing the doorbehind me. I know what I need, and it isn't him right now. It’s my shower head… I’m fucking lying to myself.

Chapter 12

Salvatore

Iwake up startled, the sound of pounding on the door all I can hear. Disoriented, I look around and see myself wrapped in Salvatore's huge arms. I fell asleep on the couch last night, so why am I here? Ignoring the pounding and the faint sound of my mother's shouts, I shake Salvatore awake.

"Why did you carry me here?" I hiss at him, trying to untangle myself from his grip.

In one swift move, he maneuvers me so that I’m lying down beneath him, his weight pressing down on me.

His eyes darken as he leans in, his voice a rough whisper. "You’re no stranger to this bed. It knows your sweat, your essence, just like I do. You belong in it, with me."

Before I can retort, the door to our bedroom slams open. Lucia stands there, her face turning bright red as she takes in the scene. She quickly turns her back to us, apologizing for barging in.

"Mrs. Agosti, I’m sorry to interrupt, but your mother is outside. She seems rather... urgent. Should I let her in?" Lucia’s voice trembles slightly.

My heart drops to my stomach. I don't have the energy for her.

Just as I’m about to tell Lucia no, Salvatore growls, "She better not think she's going to talk to my wife the way she's screaming now." He gets up, throwing on a pair of grey sweatpants, and marches toward the front door.

I leap out of bed, chasing after him. When he opens the door, my mother pushes him aside. She reaches out to me, gasping.

"What have you done?" she shouts, her voice shrill.

She grips my hair, yanking it around, inspecting it. "How ugly it is! You should have bleached it."

Her hands move down, pinching my thighs through my silk shorts. "Good lord, it's not enough that you haven't visited me in weeks! It looks like you haven't visited the gym either."

She continuous to throw insults at me while I just stare at her. "When I saw those disgusting pictures of you from last night, I knew someone needed to put you back in your place. You looked like a slut in that dress, cheap!"

“Maria," Salvatore booms. "Get your hands off her." His voice is so loud that my mother covers her ears, leaping off me like she’s on fire.

Salvatore's glare is intense as he corners her, and she backs away, fear evident in her eyes. "No one talks to my wife like that," he grits out.

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