Page 26 of Twisted Vows

Her whimper takes the edge off my lust. My heart gives a prolonged squeeze as her breath hitches.

I say her name. She doesn’t respond, so I say it again, but she doesn’t react.

“Wake up,amore mio,” I murmur.

Her nails dig deeper into my flesh.

“You’re safe,mia caramellina. No one will hurt you here.”

She wakes in a rush, realizes her position, and tries to roll away. I bring my arm down and wrap it around her, preventing her from retreating.

“You had a nightmare,” I say.

“I know.” She shivers. “I’m fine.”

I pull her tighter against me and squeeze her hip.

“I’m not. Stay here for a minute.”

“I thought you weren’t doing any ‘funny business’”—yes, she uses air quotes with her fingers despite her wrists being bound—“until I was back to fighting form?”

I chuckle. Her nipples harden against my side. My mouth waters.

“This is all you,mia caramellina. I tucked you in under the blankets on the other side of the bed. You came to me.”

She scoffs and tries to roll away, but I tug her back against me.

“Stop denying it,amore mio. Your body wants mine no matter how much you hate me.”

“I’m not your love, and there’s this thing called Stockholm syndrome where a captive becomes overly attached to their kidnapper when they’re forced to rely on said kidnapper for basic necessities. That’s all this is. It’ll go away the second you leave my life.”

Red tinges my vision. I roll us over and pin her onto her back with my knees holding hers together, our fronts flush and her arms over her head.

“Sounds like you’re back to fighting form, aren’t you,principessa?” Her entire body cringes at the endearment, but the fury in my soul spurs me on. I lick the shell of her ear before sucking the sensitive lobe into my mouth and grinding my cock against the juncture of her thighs.

She gasps, bucks, and tries to yank her wrists out of my grasp, but I tighten my grip and settle more of my weight onto her. After a few more thrusts of my hips while I nibble at her ear, I lick a trail down the side of her throat before whispering against her collarbone.

“Let’s see how easily you can forget me after you get a taste of me tasting you.”

“No. I don’t want this.”

Despite her hard nipples and trembling, her voice emerges strong and certain. I chuckle and nip at the base of her throat.

“Your body has been begging for this since I pinned you against the wall in the alley, hasn’t it?”

She shakes her head, but I grab her breast and flick my thumb over her nipple through her shirt. Her gasp throbs through my balls.

“There you go,mia caramellina. I told you yesterday we’d start from where we left off. I expect you to be as loud as if you were screaming for help. No one can hear you anyway.”

“Then why did you gag me?” she hisses.

I chuckle and sneak my hand under her shirt, skimming my palm over her smooth skin and cupping the underside of her breast.

“Because your anger turns me on,” I goad.

“You’re sick,” she snarls.

I tug the hem of her shirt up to expose her right breast and whisper against her collarbone.

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