Page 45 of Heartless Vows

I grind my teeth and fight the urge to tilt my hips. The heat emanating from the juncture of her thighs scrambles my thoughts while her helplessness against my strength heightens my desire.

“If you don’t want to see how much of a monster I can be, you’d better start giving me options,topolina, because right now all I can hear is you telling me no.”

“I just need some time to figure things out.”

“You don’t have time. You’re not going back into that house until I can protect you.”

“I’ve lived there my entire life. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve only been my betrothed for one day, and it landed you in the fucking closet. You’re not going in until I know you’re safe.”

“My mom won’t take away my phone if she knows you’ll call, so tell me you can’t wait to hear my voice later or something stupid like that, but make sure she hears you. It’ll probably be enough for her to leave me alone.”

As my rage boils within my veins, I realize there’s only one way I can appease her mother without hurting Aurora.

I lean forward and nip her ear.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I snarl.

“What? Why?”

“If you touch me, I’ll take you right here, right now, in the driver’s seat of my car while parked in front of your parents’ house in broad daylight. Do you think she’s watching through the windows? Is fucking you the only way to solve this?”

She shakes her head but doesn’t release the front of my shirt.

“Move your hands,mia topolina. Now,” I growl.

She does, which pushes her breasts against her shirt as though in offering. My mouth waters.

I feast, licking, nipping, and sucking her ear, throat, and lips, until she gasps and writhes in my lap.

It’s too much but not enough. I need more.

Her whimper as I unbutton the front of her dress arrows straight to my balls, but I pull the fabric away from her shoulder and close my mouth over her pale flesh. She gasps and rolls her hips. The friction almost sends me over the edge.

I twist my fingers in her hair, holding her where I want her, and cup her breast through her clothes as I bite down harder on her shoulder. Her nipple stiffens and presses against my palm. I flick my thumb over the sensitive peak and enjoy her moan as I skim my hand down her side. She squirms as I slip my hand under her dress, but with her knees stretched wide around myhips, she’s powerless to stop me as I find her clit through her panties.

I growl and lick the flesh trapped within my mouth. She’s soaked. Wetness coats my fingertips even through the fabric.

I stroke her with my thumb. She squeaks and clenches her knees around me. I shift my hand, wedge my fingers between us, and draw a slow circle over her entire sex.

The scent of her desire fills the vehicle. My mouth waters and lust muddles my mind. I yank my hand free only to dive into the thin scrap of material blocking me from her pussy.

Her breathy sound of alarm mingles with my groan as I sink my middle finger into her tight, wet heat. My control slips and fire rushes down my shaft to wet my pants.

I growl, release my bite, and nip a line up her neck to murmur against her jugular.

“Mio Dio, you’re soaked. You’re going to cum all over my hand, aren’t you,mia topolina?”

She squeaks and shakes her head. I chuckle and lick her ear.

“Yes, you will. This one’s for me,capisci?” She shakes her head harder. I curl my finger inside her and groan. “I need to see you fly apart in my arms. Give me your pleasure, Aurora. Let me see you at your most vulnerable.”

Her breath hitches. I angle my thumb and stroke her clit as I surge my finger in and out of her pussy. She makes adorable and enticing sounds of distress as I work her higher and higher. I suction my mouth high on her neck, just under her jawline, and growl in delight as she undulates in my lap.

Her thighs clench a millisecond before her pussy flutters around my finger.

It’s not enough. I sink my digit knuckle-deep and stroke her G-spot over and over.

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