Page 11 of Twisted Vows

Maybe if her curves didn’t transport me back to my horny teenage years this wouldn’t feel so dirty, but my thoughts refuse to stay above the sheets. I know she didn’t choose to be here, but her body tempts me to take and devour. Her feisty spirit and righteous anger only heighten my desire.

I want to poke the bear. The cute, sensuous, curvy bear.

When she finally stops coughing, I ask her if she wants more. She hesitates before nodding. I study her face for a moment, certain I’ve seen her before, but push the thought aside and lift the rim to her lips.

She empties the bottle. I toss it into the trash can in the room’s corner and study the mess. It’s too cold to leave her in damp clothing, but I can’t turn up the heat just because she spat all over us.

Her jeans are in the worst shape. She sits in a puddle.

I sigh and disconnect her feet from the footboard but keep her ankles lashed together. She presses against my chest and leans away from me, but I push her bound hands away and scoop her up into a cradle hold.

“What are you doing?”

Her husky voice travels straight to my half-hard cock. I ignore her and turn sideways through the bathroom door before setting her on her feet.

“You’re wet,mia caramellina.”

“What?”

Her horrified tone steals my breath and fills me with mirth. With my words hanging in the air, I realize how suggestive they are. Her response piques my curiosity. I crowd her, wrapping my arm behind her when her tied ankles steal her balance, and capture her fists in my hand before she can swing at me.

“You’ve soaked your jeans,mia caramellina,” I purr against her temple.

She pushes against me and shakes her head.

“Stop calling me that; I’m not your little caramel or your sweetie. And my jeans are fine. Don’t touch me.”

I chuckle, kick the door closed behind her, press her up against the wood, and hook her roped forearms over the coat rack.

“Be still,mia caramellina. Wouldn’t want that blindfold to slip while I’m on my knees at your feet,” I rumble.

She closes her hands into fists and grinds her teeth. Her feistiness turns me on. I shouldn’t be playing with her, but she brings out the worst in me.

I long to hear her string of curses without the gag muffling them, but although she trembles from head to toe, she doesn’t move when I step away. With her arms over her head, a strip of her midriff shows between her jeans and the bottom hem ofher hoodie. My mouth waters. I want to kiss and nip the soft roundness of her belly and the wide flare of her hips.

Silently cursing myself for my wayward thoughts, I turn to the bag I left on the counter and rifle through until I find a pair of clean sweats. With a grimace, I realize it’s the pair I lost the tie for, but the elastic waistband still holds its form, so I shrug and place them on the edge of the counter.

When I turn back toward her, she’s absolutely fuming. If she were a cartoon character, steam would pour from her ears.

Realizing she’d happily kick out my teeth if given the chance, I wrap my fingers around her throat and tease my thumb over the lobe of her ear.

“If you kick or knee me, I’m taking your panties, too.Capisci, mia caramellina?”

Her throat moves in my grip as she swallows. When she nods, it’s not enough.

“Use your words,principessa.”

Her entire countenance changes, just like it did the last time I used the endearment. I wasn’t sure in the dark alley, but with the bright bulbs above the mirror shining down on her, there’s no mistaking her reaction this time.

Whereasmia caramellinamakes her hot,principessafreezes her to the core.

Which isnotthe attitude I want her to have the first time I undress her, but the added emotional distance ensures I won’t cross the line. Hopefully.

“I understand,” she responds through gritted teeth.

I hum in mock disapproval and tighten my grip on her throat, enjoying the way her pulse leaps against my fingers before slipping my hand down her body. Trailing my knuckles between her breasts and over her stomach, I can’t resist testing the flesh above her belt. She squirms when I ghost my fingertipsover her side. A muscle ticks in her jaw. She grinds her teeth in fury.

I unbuckle her belt, unbutton her jeans, and pull down her zipper. My balls throb as the white fabric of her panties peaks through the opening.

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