Page 31 of Twisted Vows

No matter how many times he spears himself into me, the overwhelming fullness never diminishes, leaving me trapped on the precipice of release.

Until he changes the angle of his cock and hits my cervix. Blinding pain streaks through my abdomen.

I shatter. Waves of agonizing rapture barrel through me. I sob and convulse as he growls sweet threats into my mouth.

His rhythm falters. He nips my bottom lip before tightening his fist in my hair and pinching my clit.

I skyrocket into another horrible orgasm, clenching around him and screaming through gritted teeth as the intensity worsens.

He abandons my overworked clit, lifts his torso off mine, fills both hands with my ass cheeks, and pummels into me like a rabid beast.

Too spent for more yet powerless against his merciless pounding, I straighten my arms and push against his stomach, smearing his seed over the tattooed flesh, but he growls and demands my attention, so I meet his lust-drunk gaze. Endorphins heighten my senses, but my mind splinters as he buries himself impossibly deeper with a final, savage thrust.

Warmth spreads through me as he finds his release deep inside my body. With his muscles bulging and his tattoos on display, he claims me in the most animalistic way a man can claim a woman.

He fills me with his cum.

He’s too handsome. For a moment, my mind refuses to believe this is the man who kidnapped me. He’s no longer the monster who murdered someone in a darkened alley. No longer the brother of my ex-fiancé.

He’s the sexy, dominant man who gave me my first orgasm, awoke the needy, feminine part of me, and took my virginity.

In a moment of insanity, I allow tears to gather on my lashes, but I blink them away and beg them not to fall.

No matter how confusingly painful and pleasurable the last few minutes were, I’ll never forgive myself if I cry for him.

He’s already taken too much.

Reality comes crashing down on my head as he reaches forward to cup my cheek. I groan as his massive cock shifts inside me.

He’s right. I’ll never be free of him. No matter where I go or who I’m with, I’ll always remember the way he conquered my body.

Which only makes me hate him more.

He hasn’t left me beaten and bloody like his brother, but what he did is so much worse.

He forced me to enjoy it.

I vow to hate him until my dying breath.

Chapter 10

Fiero Capito

The flash of vulnerabilitydisappears from her eyes as quickly as it came, but I cup the side of her face and rub my thumb along her cheek, soothing her even as she pulls her anger around her like a shield.

I didn’t mean to fuck her so roughly our first time together, but I couldn’t hold back, not when she was so wet, ready, and feisty. I thought I’d be able to control myself after spurting my seed all over her body, but she looks so good covered in my cum.

She swats my hand away from her face with her bound wrists and glares at me. I capture her forearms and pin her hands above her head. Her pussy quivers around my cock. Shivers run up and down my spine.

She’s too perfect. I cup her breast and smear my drying seed over her smooth flesh, enjoying the emotions playing across her features as I tease her, and with her tight sheath wrapped around my cock, she can’t hide her body’s reactions.

After sending me a scathing glower, she turns her face away, closes her eyes, and grits her teeth as though she plans to ignore me for a very, very long time.

I scoff and consider challenging her, but my toes tingle, my balls feel hollow, and every tiny shift of her insides along my shaft sends sparks of lightning up my spine.

I just need one more taste, then I’ll give her an hour or two to recover before I take her again.

I’m already addicted to her. Even though I’m still inside her and completely spent, I want her again.

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