Page 96 of Heartless Vows

He releases my breast and wraps his fist around my throat from behind before sliding his feet between mine and forcing them further apart. I squeak when he steals my balance, pinning my wrist between my thigh and the counter while holding me above the vanity so I don’t squash my bouquet, and he flips my skirt up onto my back.

His appreciative groan skitters across my flesh and pebbles my nipples, causing a chain reaction in my core and clit. He hooks his digit under the string of my thong and pulls it away from my ass, tightening the fabric against my pussy. I whimper and writhe. The counter digs into my thighs.

“You’re too fucking gorgeous,mia topolina. Brace yourself. I’ll be gentle next time,” he vows.

I mindlessly nod and shiver as he tugs my panties aside and presses two fingers into me. Pleasure and pain streak through me at the fullness, and even though I’m wet and ready, he works his fingers in and out of me a few times, stretching and preparing me for his cock.

His belt buckle clicks and clinks as he unbuckles with one hand, still supporting my upper half with his grip on my throat. I flex my fingers against my thigh. The vanity digs into my wrist, but I don’t care.

A wanton sound leaves my throat when he presses the fat head of his cock to my entrance. I rise onto tiptoes, my body instinctively trying to escape him even though I yearn for his invasion.

The world bursts into a million sparkly colors as he fills me with one thrust. My entire body clamps down in a tremendous orgasm, and I soar amidst a kaleidoscope of brilliance as he ruthlessly takes me from behind. His demanding thrusts rule my world and reshape my soul.

His pace falters half a second before he surges impossibly deeper into me. The intimacy of his cock spurting deep inside my body releases the floodgates. I ruin my makeup and cry, needing the emotional release.

He sees too much. With our chests heaving and his dick lodged deep inside my pussy, he takes my bouquet and lays it aside before wrapping his arms around me, cocooning me in hard man muscles and surrounding me in his delicious, comforting scent.

“What’s wrong,mio amore?”

He squeezes my hip and cups the side of my face as he meets my gaze in the mirror.

“I’m sorry, Giorgio.”

He scowls and tightens his arms around me.

“Why?”

“You got a vasectomy, didn’t you?”

His scowl deepens.

“Yes, I did, and I’d do it again if it means we can be this close without worrying about you getting pregnant.”

I shake my head.

“But—”

He covers the bottom half of my face with his palm.

“No. The only butt in possible play here is yours, so choose your words carefully.”

I swallow. He’s serious.

A knock sounds on the door. I stiffen. He groans and licks my ear.

“Keep squeezing my cock like that and we’ll never leave this room,” he murmurs against my temple. “Tell them you need another minute,” he demands.

I stutter out a pathetic excuse. Serenity asks if I’m okay. I give a lame response. She pauses. Commotion sounds from down the hall. Someone says Giorgio’s name. Serenity chuckles in understanding before ushering the others away.

Embarrassment heats my cheeks.

Giorgio grinds his hips. I struggle to breathe as his cock hardens inside me.

“Did you forget already,mia topolina? I’m a man of my word, and I meant it when I said your health is more important than having an heir. I’ll never regret prioritizing you over everyone else.Capisci?”

My chest aches and sandpaper scratches the back of my eyes, but I nod. He caresses my trembling bottom lip before trailing his fingertips down my throat.

“They’re waiting for us, so be still or I’ll start all over again,” he growls.

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