Page 35 of Twisted Vows

I appease my jealousy of her roommate by focusing on her weight in my lap and the way she leans against me. A lesser man would have left this food to rot in her fridge, but I can’t waste it when I could watch her enjoy it.

After feeding us both and coaxing her into taking some over-the-counter pain meds, I drop the empty food containers in the sink and settle us under the blankets. She lies as stiff as a board as I lean over her to turn off the lamp, but I pull her back against my front and replace her pillow with my arm. As I nuzzle her hair and wrap my arms around her, she fills her fists with the blankets.

“Stop scheming and go to sleep,mia caramellina. Unless you’re waiting for me to take another taste? I’m always eager for a midnight snack,” I goad.

With obvious effort, she releases the blankets and forces herself to relax.

I slow my breathing and smirk into her hair when she subconsciously matches my pace. Within minutes, she’s out. Her soft snores lull me into the most restful sleep I’ve had in years.

When she jerks and mumbles in the middle of the night, I offer her nonsensical words of comfort and pull her tighter against me.

This is where she belongs for the rest of our lives. In my bed. In my arms. In my heart.

Mia Rivera is mine, and by the end of the day, the entire world will know it.

I’m going to marry her, whether she wants to or not.

Chapter 11

Emma Lanza

I don’t want to move.Everything hurts. My back aches, my feet throb, and between my legs is so sore I wince at the slightest shift.

I jerk awake as awareness flashes through me.

Fiero’s massive fingers wriggle deeper between my nether folds, and if it weren’t for his oversized shirt between us, his middle fingertip would sink into my pussy. He mumbles and curls tighter around my back, flexing his hand on my breast and rubbing his gigantic cock against my ass.

I can’t do this. He really is trying to kill me.

Even with the lust simmering in my veins, hatred and self-disgust curdle my stomach. I consider my options, then decide to act on impulse. I sink my nails into his wrists and yank his hands away from me before he fully wakes.

His entire body stiffens in a rush as he takes in our situation. He rolls until my face is in the pillows with his weight pinning me down and his hard-as-rock cock pressed between my ass cheeks.

“I don’t think that’s the right way to say good morning to your future husband,mia caramellina.”

His sleep-roughened voice rumbles into my bones and arrows straight to my traitorous clit, but his words triple my fury.

“No,” I snarl into the sheets and blindly search for a weapon, even though I know there are none.

“No what,amore mio?” he asks.

“You’re not my future husband. I won’t marry you,” I promise.

He chuckles, nips my nape, and thrusts his cock between my ass cheeks before rumbling into my ear.

“I wasn’t asking,mia caramellina.”

He roams his hands over my sides and lifts my shirt to expose my ass before reaching underneath me and grabbing my squished breasts. I hiss and buck, but he just chuckles and licks the side of my throat.

When he sucks the shell of my ear into his mouth and sneaks one hand between my legs, I bite back a gasp as electricity zaps from my clit to my core and spreads outward, sizzling all the way to my hair follicles and nail beds.

“Mio Dio, you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you,mia caramellina? Fucking hell, you’re perfect,” he growls.

As my body humiliates me yet again, something inside me snaps and all the fear and fury bottled up inside me bursts free.

“I should have stabbed you with that fucking fork yesterday. Either get off me or kill me. I’d rather die than—”

My words end on a strangled gasp of pain as he bites my shoulder—hard—and shoves three fingers into my sore pussy while he tightens his grip on my breast hard enough to bruise. I clench my thighs together and cling to the edge of my sanity as an orgasm threatens to barrel through me.

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