Page 36 of Twisted Vows

“I’ll do the stabbing, and it won’t end in blood. Are you ready to cream all over my cock again,mia caramellina?”

“Vaffanculo!” I swear into the pillows.

He chuckles and licks over his bite mark before removing his fingers from my pussy, lifting his hips, and burrowing his shaft between my thighs. I hiss as his flange bumps against my clit.

My embarrassingly wet, hard clit.

“You’re so fucking sweet to me, aren’t you,amore mio?” His sarcasm grates along my nerves as his shaft slips along my soaked folds. He drops his voice to a conspiratorial tone and nips the shell of my ear as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Never change, my spicy little treat. One little taste and I’m already addicted.Mio Dio, keep wiggling just like that.”

He drops his knees to the mattress on either side of my legs and forces my thighs tighter together, increasing the friction as he thrusts his cock between my legs. When he reaches around and thrums his fingers over my clit in a demanding tattoo, I wedge my hand between us and try to shove him away, but he chuckles and lowers more of his weight onto my back. With one arm trapped underneath us, I reach back with my other and claw at his hip.

He nips and sucks my nape as he works his cock back and forth between my legs, never breeching my entrance but compressing my clit with every forward surge.

I tear at his flesh and buck. He flattens his palm over my mound and pulls my clit hood up with two fingers on either side, leaving the sensitive bundle of nerves exposed. Tension coils deep in my abdomen. The soaked sheet feels like sandpaper against my vulnerable clit.

“Cream all over my cock like a good little wife,” he murmurs into my ear.

He spears his shaft between my legs. The slick glide of his tip nudges my clit.

I shatter, coming so hard my core clenches and wetness gushes from me. I bite down on the sheets to muffle my scream and sink my nails into his flesh.

He jerks, curses, and pistons his hips at Mach 10, prolonging my orgasm. I’m too seized up to fight him when he weaves his fingers through mine and yanks my hand down between my legs.

I suck down a desperate breath before catapulting into another convulsion as he fills my palm with his release. His low grunts of satisfaction wriggle into my soul and fill me with feminine pride, and for a few shivering breaths, I bask in the unexpected moment of peace.

When he drops his forehead beside mine and gives my breast a squeeze before slipping his hand out from under me and propping his forearm beside my shoulder, I scold myself for letting my defenses down. His weight pressing down on me should feel constricting, not comforting.

“Your claws are as sharp as your teeth, aren’t they,mia caramellina?”

For a moment, his words make no sense, but then I register the sticky wetness covering both of my hands. With his spunk filling one palm and his blood oozing over my other, I realize I sunk my nails into the wound on his lower back.

Guilt tries to sneak into my heart, but he deserves it, so I curl my fingers deeper into his torn flesh.

He hisses and licks my temple. I turn my head, blocking him out with the mattress.

“We were made for each other, Mia.”

I stiffen as he uses my alias. With every passing moment, my conviction grows. I don’t think he knows my true identity.

I won’t be able to keep it a secret forever, and no matter how convincing I sounded when I demanded he kill me, I don’t want to die. I haven’t struggled so hard for so long to let him end my life.

“Let me protect you by giving you my last name,” he rumbles into my hair.

“Protect me from what? You’re the biggest danger.”

My voice comes out hoarse and my jaw aches as I speak, but my incredulity shines clearly in my tone.

“I took you to protect you. When you caught me in the alley, what did you see?”

I don’t want to have this conversation with his cock between my legs and his jizz in my hand, and I stand by my conviction to deny seeing anything, so I close my mouth and say nothing.

He sighs and scoops my hair into his fist before guiding my face toward his.

“Guess who I killed in that alley,amore mio.”

I clench my teeth and close my eyes, but he licks the bruise on my jaw with startling gentleness.

“I killed that man for you,mia caramellina,” he whispers against my cheek.

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