Page 50 of Twisted Vows

“Go straight home. Don’t wait for me, but I’ll be back before you leave for work.Capisci, mia caramellina?”

She searches my eyes before she nods. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but confusion mars her brow.

The man stirs in the alley, but his stinted shuffling sounds like a rat rummaging through the garbage.

I take Mia’s phone from her hand—she was smart to have it out but not call the cops—pull up our chat, type in a period, and hand it back to her.

“He’s not the man you treated, so stay alert. Hit send if there’s an emergency. Text me when you get home safely, then sleep with your phone on this screen with a single character message ready to send.Capisci?”

She nods even as she searches my face with deeper intensity. I twist my hand in her hair and press her up against the building.

“Not good enough. Like you mean it, Mia.”

Her shivering breath ghosts over my lips.

“I understand the instructions, I just…”

When she trails off, her kiss-swollen lips are too much of a temptation. I nip and lick her bottom lip.

“You what?” I ask before dipping my tongue between her teeth.

“It doesn’t matter. Go do whatever it is you need to do,” she demands.

I pull her head back by her hair and snarl against her chin before trailing my lips down her throat.

“It matters. You matter. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She pushes against my chest, but I don’t budge. With an annoyed sigh, she rolls her eyes and says, “Nothing is wrong, but this is stupid. He’s awake and making noise. Let me go so I can get out of here.”

With her anger wrapped firmly around her, she’s the most gorgeous creature in the world. I bite the juncture of her neck and shoulder and hum when she weaves her fingers into my hair.

She gives a vicious yank, lighting up my scalp with stinging pain. I chuckle and bite her shoulder again before licking up the side of her throat.

“I need a better taste of you before I go. Open for me,mia caramellina,” I demand.

She twists her fingers in my hair, but with my hand forcing her head back, she’s powerless as I take her mouth with all my pent up frustration. I behaved myself this morning and was looking forward to pleasuring her all of tonight, but thestronzohog-tied in the alley destroyed my plans. When I pull back, she stares at me with glazed eyes for a few seconds before snapping into the present.

“Satisfied?” she snarks.

“No. Not at all. I’ll never get enough of you,” I admit.

Despite her pupils shrinking and her nipples pebbling against my chest, she fixes her expression into one of annoyance. I pull her off the wall and aim her in the right direction before grabbing her ass.

“Stay alert,mia caramellina.”

She responds by fixing the shoulder strap of her bag and stomping away from me. Her ass swaying in her jeans hardens my cock. I enjoy the show until she turns the corner, then adjust myself and grimace as I turn toward Destin. Cold fury replaces my lust. I stomp to him and choke him out again before dragging him behind the dumpster.

Less than thirty minutes later, after several more choking sessions—which are mainly for my amusement but also keep him disoriented—and a quick trip in my trunk, I drag him into an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city and prepare for a few hours of torture.

I yank the back rung of the metal chair, testing the bolts anchoring it into the cement floor, and grunt in satisfaction when the chair doesn’t budge. Destin jerks awake as I cut the top half of his makeshift mask off. I leave the plastic and rope around the bottom half of his face. After darting terrified eyes around the room, he trains his gaze on my face. After a flash of surprise, a mutinous expression twists his features. A skillful torturer himself, Destin studies the area with fresh intensity, judging everything and clearly finding me lacking.

I sigh and stalk a slow circle around him, ensuring he feels like cornered prey despite my gaze roaming over the abandoned warehouse.

Yeah, the location is cliché as fuck, but if it gets the job done, I don’t give a shit.

I stop in front of him and bend at the waist, putting my face in front of his.

“Remember me?” I ask.

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