Page 46 of Heartless Vows

She screams and erupts. I lift my head and relish the sight of her locked in rapture as she floods my hand with her honey.

She’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.

I gentle my touch and wait until she recovers enough to meet my gaze before I slip my finger out of her pussy. Her throaty moan spears through my hard as steel erection, but I torture myself further by sticking my finger in my mouth and sucking her juices off.

Her flavor bursts through my tastebuds. I close my eyes and savor every lick as I clean my digits, and when I lift my lids again, her glazed eyes almost push me too far.

I snarl and cover her pussy with her panties before lifting her off my lap to put her back in her seat, but she pulls her arms from behind her back and clutches my shoulders.

“W-wait. You can’t go in there with a hard on. She—”

“No.”

I can’t force myself to say more. If she touches me, I’ll fuck her. The only way I will not be balls deep inside her pussy is if I completely ignore my cock.

I guide her over the console, careful to protect her head, and settle her in her seat.

After snatching half a dozen tissues from the glove box and giving her a few, I brace my forearm on the wheel and lean my head on top. I wipe a spot on my thigh and pretend to clean up after an impromptu quickie in case we have prying eyes.

A sour taste infects my mouth, tarnishing my bride-to-be’s lingering flavor.

As deplorable as it was of me to maul her in the car, I would have taken it much further if Aurora wasn’t so important to me.

I can’t believe I’m going to let her waltz back into her familial home as though nothing is amiss, but we’re both boxed in by our roles in life, and I’ve done everything within my power to protect her, at least for tonight.

No matter what it takes, I’ll free both her and her brother, because even though I haven’t seen him since he was a toddler, if Tristan is important to Aurora, he’s important to me.

The feisty, wickedly smart mafia princess has stolen my heart and made herself the center of my universe.

I’ll do anything for her.

Including kidnap her brother if she can’t find another way to protect him from their abusive mother.

Chapter 13

Aurora Achilles

My legs wobble,and if it weren’t for Giorgio’s arm around me, I’d tumble down the stairs, but he pulls me tighter against his side and smirks down at me.

He’s going to kill me. No amount of porn or research could’ve prepared me for what he just did to me. I didn’t know I could have a full body orgasm like that.

He was only using his finger, too. One finger. I’ll never survive the monster hanging between his legs.

The front door opens before we reach the top step. A breeze carries my mother’s cloying perfume to me. The residual glow from my orgasm fades and reality crashes onto my head.

My insufficiencies emanate from my mother’s eyes, and I become acutely aware of how horrible I must look.

Mussed hair. Unbuttoned top. Smelling of sex. Hickeys all over my neck and shoulder. Giorgio didn’t even give me a chance to freshen up.

As my mother offers him her signature smile, I realize he did it on purpose.

Gratitude, annoyance, and sadness spear through me.

“We didn’t expect you so early,” my mother says to me after greeting Giorgio.

When she reaches for my shoulders to give me the stereotypical kiss on each cheek Italian mothers usually give their children, Giorgio shifts me away, putting his body between us.

“Forgive me, Madona. I’m not quite ready to let go of her just yet. Maybe after a cup of coffee?”

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