Page 56 of Twisted Vows

When he finally crawls up my body and fits the head of his cock to my entrance, I cling to him, afraid I’ll melt into the mattress to become forever lost, and I moan at the delicious stretch as he sinks into me.

I already breathe him, so when he captures my mouth with his, I have no defenses against his ruthless invasion.

With every thrust of his hips, he gives me more of himself. More of his cock. More of his heart. More of his devotion.

He’s too rough. Too intense.

I never want him to stop.

With unhurried strokes, he hits painfully deep before pulling almost all the way out and surging back in. His enormous hands brush my hair from my temples, caress my throat, and grab my hips in a mix of demand and worship, scrambling the remnants of my brain, and I wonder how I ever survived without him.

I need him, and not just for protection. Stripped of all my defenses, I recognize him as my other half. He’s the only one who can handle my fucked up past—if he doesn’t kill me when he finds out the truth.

He loses control and releases deep inside me. Even as I relish the moment, I slip into an exhausted half sleep. My arms slip off his back and land on the bed. Moving is too hard. Breathing is overrated. Thinking hurts.

I rouse when his weight disappears, but he shushes me and covers me with the sheet.

“Let me clean you up, then we’ll start round two,” he whispers against my ear before pulling his pants on and opening the door.

The instant shift in ambiance clears away my fatigue. I hold the blankets to my chest and sit up.

The tension emanating from him terrifies me. I lean forward and freeze as Katherine’s terrified expression etches itself into my mind as she stares at him from the end of the hall.

Her eyes shift to mine.

Fiero’s hands close into fists at his sides.

He recognizes her. There’s no other reason for his reaction.

Katherine bolts. Fiero curses and darts forward. I scramble after them, landing face first and halfway in the hallway when the sheets tangle around my legs.

“Don’t hurt her!” I scream as I push off the floor and use the wall to rise as I rush down the hallway.

By the time I reach the living room, it’s too late. Fiero wraps an arm around Katherine’s midsection and peels her fingers away from the front door’s handle. She screams and kicks as he carries her across the living room. He shoves me away before I can grab either of them. Naked and weak from hours of sensual torture, I trip on the edge of the coffee table and tumble over the arm of the couch.

Adrenaline erases my pain. I rise onto my knees and pull myself upright using the couch as he slams her bedroom door and breaks the handle, locking her inside. He drops her backpack, purse, and phone onto the coffee table before stalking toward me.

I scramble backward until I hit the wall.

Katherine pounds on the door and screams my name. My real name.

My heart quails as my husband wraps his hand around my throat.

He’s no longer the man who worshipped and ruined me mere moments ago. He’s the brother of the man I was supposed to marry, a merciless, heartless killer. A soulless monster.

His semen seeps down my inner thigh.

My heart stretches out to my sister. I led the cruelest mafia man right to her doorstep. I failed to protect her.

Just like I failed to protect my heart from Fiero’s ruthless claiming.

I’m so fucking fucked.

Chapter 16

Fiero Capito

The delicate column of her throatshifts as she swallows. When her veins bulge and a red hue covers her entire face, I force my fingers to loosen.

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