Page 54 of Twisted Vows

I swallow, open and close my fists, and look down my body to meet his eyes. The visual delight of his head nestled between my breasts and his masculine body overpowering my feminine curves creates a firestorm in my core.

“I’m going to take more than a taste tonight,mia caramellina,” he promises.

I shake my head, more from instinct than denial, but the sound of the front door opening stiffens every muscle in my body.

My sister shuts the door, takes off her shoes, and tosses her bag onto the kitchen counter, like always. When she opens the fridge and pours herself a glass of water, I silently beg her to either lock herself in her room or leave the apartment altogether, but I know she won’t.

She doesn’t know specifics, but I told her through my note and during our phone call she needs to be scarce for a while. This morning, she’ll write me a note claiming she picked up another part-time job near her new boyfriend’s place, so she’ll only stop by occasionally.

I’m not ready for this. Having sex in the living room was too much, and Katherine wasn’t even back in town yet. How am I supposed to cope knowing my sister isright there?

Fiero mouths my breast through my shirt and skims his hand up my bare side underneath the fabric. I jump and glare at him.

Katherine moves around a bit before settling on the couch and turning on the television. She starts a show we’ve watched many times, keeping the volume at a respectable level but loud enough to drown out most noises.

I don’t know what time it is. My blackout curtains make the room perpetually dark, and I don’t have an alarm clock other than my phone.

Fiero cups and lifts my breast with his long fingers underneath my shirt and rubs his face back and forth over the covered mound, teasing his lips and stubble over my nipple with agonizing slowness. The t-shirt adds a layer of friction. A whimper escapes my throat.

“Hush,principessa. Wouldn’t want your girlfriend to get jealous, would we?”

Ice coalesces in my chest and fury rides the lust roaring through my veins as memories flood my mind, lending me unprecedented strength. I yank one wrist out of his grip, but he closes his fist before I can pull my other arm away. I grab his hair as he tightens his fingers on my other wrist in warning.

“Don’t do this. Please,” I manage through gritted teeth.

“Do what, exactly? Pleasure my wife? Torture my captive? Taste my midnight snack? Or do you mean fuck my woman while her past lover sits a few feet away?”

“She’s my roommate, not my lover, you moron, so quit with the jealous caveman act and get off me. This is weird and I don’t like it, so stop.”

He hums a noncommittal note and scrapes his teeth over my nipple through my shirt. I bite back a gasp as lightning arcs straight to my core.

“Your body says otherwise,mia caramellina. It wants me to tasteevery inch, doesn’t it?”

I part my lips to argue, but he closes his mouth over my breast and laves my nipple. At my strangled sound, he guidesour joined hands to my mouth and presses my palm over my lips before lifting his hand away. He circles my extended peak with his tongue before suctioning his mouth over my entire areola and pulling his head back. I squeak and squeeze his hair and the bottom half of my face. Just when the stinging pleasure pain in my breast tips toward agony, he releases suction and smirks at me.

I clamp my thighs around his midsection, but he wedges his free hand between us, slips under my waistbands, and teases the tips of his fingers over the fleshy mound centimeters above my clit.

“What secrets are you hiding, Mia?” he asks as he shifts his attention to my other breast.

I shake my head and glare at him as best as I can with his face hovering over my sensitive nipple.

“Was meeting Narciso really an accident?” he asks.

I peel my hand off my face and yank his hair.

“Of course it was. Look at where it landed me. My life was perfect before—”

I gasp and writhe as he sensually attacks my breast. His saliva soaks my shirt and adds an undeniably erotic element to the sensation.

“Hush,principessa, before your roommate comes to check on you,” he growls with his lips brushing over my nipple.

Even as I realize he’s goading me, fury bursts through me.

“Don’t call me that,testa di cazzo,” I hiss and buck.

He chuckles, nips my sensitive peak, and sinks two fingers into my pussy.

I hover on the edge of an explosive orgasm.

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