Page 44 of Twisted Vows

“Stop. Let me go,” I demand, but my voice emerges breathy.

Another gust of wind hits us. A lock of hair escapes my updo and flits over his face.

He releases my nipple, tilts my chin up with his knuckle, and invades my mouth. The wet, hot glide of his tongue over mine coupled with his demanding lips and scratchy facial hair proves to be too many layers of sensations.

I hover on the cusp of release. He lifts his head and sends wicked promises with his eyes as he tugs the hem of my skirt down onto my thighs.

My panties remain just inside my entrance, but when I shift to fix them, he captures my wrist, kisses my knuckle, and weaves his fingers through mine. With one hand at the small of his back and the other trapped in his grip at my waist, I have no choice but to let the fabric slowly slip out of me as I walk. His heatedglances as he guides me through the streets keep my lust at a low simmer, so when I finally get my bearings again, wariness filters through me. I straighten my spine and clench my fingers around his as he directs me through the front door of my apartment building.

My senses heighten as adrenaline courses through my veins. He crowds me into the back corner of the elevator and leads me down the hall to my apartment without hesitation. I scan the area and swallow my apprehension, praying Katherine didn’t come home early.

He unlocks and opens my door as though he’s done it a million times, but before I can step inside, he scoops me off my feet and carries me over the threshold. I cling to the front of his shirt and stare at his chin in disbelief. There’s no way this ruthless mafia monster believes in old superstitions. He did not just lift me as though I weigh nothing and cradle me against his chest as he stepped into my apartment.

He kicks the door shut with his heel, toes his shoes off on the mat, and sets me on the kitchen counter. I shiver as the cold seeps into my skirt. He drops to one knee, slips off my ballet slippers, and tucks them into the shoe rack before rearranging them to make room for his own. I grab the edge of the counter and squeeze so hard my fingers ache as I realize he correctly deciphers which shoes are mine and which are my sister’s.

But then again, Katherine and I have always had different styles. Or rather, she has style and I don’t.

Before I can jump down from the counter, he pushes my knees apart, wedges his hips between them, and pulls my ass forward. With his massive hands kneading my butt and his hard cock rubbing my pussy through our clothes, I bite back a whimper as need roars through me.

My thighs quiver and arms ache as I flatten my palms against his chest and push.

“My room is over there,” I say with a nod of my head.

I donotwant to have sex in any of the common areas. It’s too risky, and I refuse to disrespect my sister like that.

“I know,mia caramellina. We’ll spendlotsof time in your bed, but first,” he leans over and grabs the note on the corner of the counter, “what is this?”

Tension coils through me before I force my muscles to relax. I meet his stare and respond as though he’s an idiot.

“It’s a note,” I challenge.

He wraps his long fingers around my throat and pulls my face toward his as he leans down.

“Did you fuck her?”

I blink and wait for his words to make sense.

“Does she fuck you?”

I blink again. Once more.

When understanding strikes, laughter bursts from my chest.

“Are you jealous of my roommate? You know she’s a woman, right?”

He digs his fingertips into my jugular and growls as he grinds his cock harder against me.

“Gender doesn’t matter. If she touches what’s mine, I’ll kill her.Capisci?”

I ignore the thrill racing down my spine and pinch the gash on his arm.

“Wow, so, you’re just that insecure?”

His eyes darken. Fear skitters over my skin. Lust pools in my core.

He devours my mouth as though he’ll die without a taste of my tonsils. I jerk and cry out when he tugs my panties aside and buries three fingers into my pussy.

It hurts. I need more.

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