Page 32 of Twisted Vows

Denied her expressive glare, I feast my eyes on her curves. Her slender throat calls for my grip, but the sight of her dusky nipple pebbling between my scarred and tattooed fingers sends dark delight through my veins. My balls tighten as I dip my eyes lower, anticipation thrumming through me as I seek my first view of her pussy stretched around my cock.

I freeze in horror at the red tinge. Guilt and denial battle in my chest.

I grab her chin and squeeze her face, demanding her attention. She lifts her lashes and reveals her furious light brown orbs, but the despair lurking in the tears she refuses to shed shatters my soul.

“I didn’t hurt you,” I demand.

She scowls and averts her gaze while tugging at her arms. I tighten my grip on her face until she meets my eyes again.

“I didnothurt you. Right?”

She takes a shuddering breath and closes her eyes but opens them before I admonish her.

“Youdidhurt me. You’re hurting me now. Take it out,” she says through gritted teeth.

I flex my hips. She sucks down a gasp and presses her knees against my sides as her insides flutter around me.

“Does that hurt?” I challenge.

She just glares at me. I gentle my grip on her jaw and trace her features as I tease the inside of her wrist with my fingertips.

Her pussy pulses around me. I growl and lick the sweat from her temple before trailing my hand down to her breast.

“Don’t lie to me,mia caramellina. Your body wanted this, even if you deny it. Are you starting your period?”

My woman doesn’t have an ounce of shyness in her body. She sneers at me despite the mortification heating her cheeks and shakes her head.

“No, I’m not.”

“So let me get this straight. I didn’t hurt you and you aren’t on your period.Sì?”

She closes her hands into fists as I circle my thumb around her stiffened nipple. I pinch the peak and trail my hand down to her sex, watching the peak spring into place when it slips from my fingers.

“Did I just take your virginity,mia caramellina? Am I the first man to sample this perfect little pussy?”

With a furious hiss, she bucks and wedges a knee between us, but it doesn’t stop me from finding her clit. I groan and lean more of my weight onto her bound wrists as her pussy squeezes my cock.

“Am I your first lover,amore mio?”

“No. Get over yourself, you fuckingstronzo,” she says, shoving her knee into my sternum.

I hum and tease first one, then the other, side of her clit.

“Stop!Vaffanculo!”

Her throaty curse arrows straight to my balls, and without warning, another orgasm rushes down from the base of my spine. I hold it back by sheer force of will as I pinch and pluck her sensitive bundle of nerves until the rhythmic pulsing of her pussy around my shaft tells me she’s on the verge of coming apart again.

Despite the exhaustion apparent in her every move, she writhes and fights. I release her wrists. She adds her hands to my chest and shoves in time with her knee, but I tilt my hips and stroke her over the edge.

She chokes on a guttural sound and digs her nails into my upper chest.

My cock jerks inside her as I lose control. I never imagined I could cum again so soon after emptying my balls, but I didn’t even need to thrust in and out of her to find my third release. Her pussy strangles me. A bead of sweat drips from my brow and lands on her face.

It joins the tears trailing from her eyes and wetting her hair.

Fuck. I made her cry. She’s crying.

My fierce, headstrong woman is crying.

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