Page 30 of Twisted Vows

I lift my lashes and meet his piercing gaze.

I know who he is, but does he know who I am?

It’s possible he doesn’t recognize me—unlikely, but possible. That horrible night so many years ago will forever haunt me, but it was probably just another day in paradise for him. I’d been running for my life, my bloody fingers woven within Katherine’s, making a mad dash through the storm toward freedom. The car wasright therewhen he’d appeared out of nowhere. I’d dodged. Katherine hadn’t.

Her hand slipped out of mine for only half a second, but it was the longest moment of my life.

I yanked her away from him as fast as I could, but a bolt of lightning illuminated their faces as they looked into each other’s eyes.

He didn’t chase us. I didn’t question why. Freedom was all that mattered. I shoved my sister into the car and drove as fast as I could, certain Seppi and his goons would catch us and drag us back into hell.

Fiero smirks and thrusts his hips, wrecking my thoughts as his hot, hard cock slides along my folds and mashes my clit.

I’m going to die. He’s trying to kill me. There’s no way his monstrous cock will fit inside my body. I don’t care how wet I am or how many times he’s made me come; I’ll never survive if he shoves that thing inside me.

“That’s it,mia caramellina. Give me everything,” he groans.

I close my eyes, refusing to give him what I can withhold. He rubs his thumb over my jugular and leans down to lick my earbefore reaching between us and fitting the head of his cock to my entrance.

Goosebumps travel down my sweaty back as he licks, nips, and murmurs into my ear.

“You know what? I lied. I’m not sorry. I’m glad I took off your blindfold. Like I said, you’ll never be free of me anyway.”

My fury rises with a vengeance at his taunting. I turn my head, hiding my ear against the mattress, and bite his jaw before he moves away.

He hisses and lowers his hips, sinking the first half an inch of his cock into my body. A whimper builds in my chest as he pushes deeper into me, but I bite down on his face harder, desperate to hurt him back.

It’s too much. My masochistic body revels in the pleasurable pain. Pressure builds deep in my core as he pauses his shallow invasion to work his hips back and forth a few times, testing my responses as he angles his tip in different directions. He hits a sensitive spot and chuckles when a squeak escapes my throat.

“You’re so wet and ready for me, aren’t you,mia caramellina?”

I grind my teeth and fight, but his weight on top of me limits me to a pathetic wriggle. He chuckles, releases the back of my thighs, and wraps my legs around his waist before grabbing my ass and bracing his forearm beside my head.

I arch my back, twist, and push my knuckles into his stomach, desperate to get away. He hums and squeezes my ass before skimming his hand up my side and playing with my sticky breast, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers and kneading the heavy mound despite my bite keeping his face aimed at the mattress.

With tiny, teasing thrusts of his hips, he stimulates my pussy while he brushes my hair back from my forehead and murmurs into my ear.

“I need to see your face,amore mio. Let go of your bite.”

I tighten my jaw despite the odd angle, wedge my bound arms higher between us, and push at his wrist.

He releases my breast, hooks his fingers into my mouth, and pries my jaw open before filling his fist with my hair.

With my head pinned down, my arms trapped between our chests as he presses his weight down on me, and his cock lodged inside my pussy, I’m impaled and surrounded in the most intimate and terrifying moment of my life.

I meet his heated gaze and curse as my insides throb around his invasion.

“Mio Dio, you’re fucking perfect,” he groans.

My heart lurches at the awe in his voice.

He steals my breath with a savage thrust, burying his full length into me in a single surge. Pinching agony spears through my abdomen, but he twists both hands in my hair and takes advantage of my silent scream, devouring my mouth as though he’ll die if he doesn’t get a deeper taste.

When he pulls back, I cringe, not looking forward to the pinching pain, but it fades to a dull ache when he pushes back into me.

He sets a ruthless rhythm, fucking in and out of my pussy in time with his kisses, scrambling my brain and forcing me into a pleasure so high sounds become colors and shapes become poetry. Pressure grows in my core. He sneaks a hand down between our bodies and rubs my clit as he nips my tongue.

It’s too much but not enough. I scratch at his chest and arch my spine, rubbing my breasts against his hard chest. He’s too big. Too rough. Too dominating.

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