Page 61 of Heartless Vows

“Promise,” he says.

I pull his lips down to mine and seal his promise with a kiss.

He’s a man of his word, after all. It’s sneaky and dirty to pull a promise from him without revealing my health issues, but I’m too strung out to handle more, and I’m desperate enough to use the dirty play.

I need and love Giorgio Vivaldi, and I’ll do anything to protect and support him, even if it means risking my health and safety.

I now have two people to love and care for. Tristan and I aren’t alone anymore.

We have Giorgio Vivaldi, the most ruthless, protective, and trustworthy mafia don in all of New York City.

Chapter 16

Giorgio Vivaldi

Aurora Achilles, my bride-to-beand cherishedtopolina, is the Achilles heir. This changes everything, no matter what she says.

Not between us. I believe her when she says she doesn’t want either mafia empire. She’s worked too hard for too many years to prove she doesn’t want it. Hell, she’s eighteen years old and already accomplished more than most men do in their entire lives, just so she and her brother could walk away from said empires.

Despite wanting to strip her of the blanket and shuck my pants off for a few hours of carnal fun, I carry her to the bathroom and stand her in the shower before stealing the quilt from her.

The pink-stained mess between her thighs sends perverse pleasure down my spine. Guilt rises, but when I unfasten my trousers, her green orbs sparkle with interest. I pull the material off my legs and stand naked before her for the first time. Masculine pride fills my soul as she swallows and studies me with hungry eyes.

She’s too perfect.

I turn on the shower, adjust the temperature and pressure, and pull her to me. She wraps her arms around my waist and lays the side of her face on my chest. When she shifts andwriggles closer, I realize she’s standing on her tiptoes to press her ear over my heart.

She’s an enigma. My enigma. Sweet, sassy, smart, and stubborn.

I grab the back of her thighs and lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist. Lust hardens my cock. Her nipples pebble against my abs.

Ready to sink into her tight body again yet needing her able to walk later today, I sit on the bench, lean back against the wall, and brace my feet apart. She squeaks and lifts her face. I cup the back of her head and brush my lips side to side over hers before teasing her into deepening the kiss herself. She moans and wiggles her hips, trapping my cock between us, while hooking her hands together behind my neck.

When I pull her back by her hair, she whines and rubs her breasts over me. I snarl against her lips.

“I know you’re sore, but I need you again,mia topolina, so I’ll let you set the pace this time.” I nip her swollen bottom lip. “Take what you need from me. Touch me. Hurt me for hurting you. My body is yours, so use it to ease the ache in your pussy.”

Her breath stutters. She leans back, testing my restraint, and looks down our bodies with fascinated eyes. Her nose wrinkles.

“We’re still gross.”

“Then wash us.”

Her pupils shrink. Expand. She nods her head and looks away just long enough to locate the soap, then meets my gaze.

Her silent demand has me on my feet before I tell my body to move. I grab the body soap, loofa, shampoo, and conditioner and drop them on the bench before sitting back down.

The wet glide of her body on mine pulls a groan from my chest.

I don’t know how long she teases us both, but I’ll never shower again without getting hard from remembering her handson me as bubbles trail down her pert breasts. She tests my control with her innocent yet bold exploration of my body. I tell myself to take my hands off her and let her do as she wishes, but I need to touch her. Her sounds of pleasure and flushed cheeks as I grope her slim hips, narrow waist, thighs, and arms join my wet dream fodder. I find her hidden erogenous zones—avoiding her breasts and pussy—and enjoy her eager responses.

The hickeys on her throat and the dark purple bruise on her shoulder fill me with pride. I want her to carry my marks every day for the rest of her life.

Deciding the ones already on her body aren’t enough—especially since I did them under duress—I give her more when she leans forward and licks the well of my collarbone. She moans and grinds her slick pussy along the underside of my shaft.

“Are we clean now?” I ask.

My throaty voice echoes in the steam.

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