Page 57 of Twisted Vows

I just spent hours giving everything to this woman. Fury roars through me as I realize the depths of her deceit. She knows who I am and where I’m from. She could ruin everything I’ve built over the last seven years. My new life. My new family.

Katherine Lanza, the woman pounding on the bedroom door, is the last female I saw before I denounced my brother. Now I know where I saw Mia before.

No, not Mia. Emma. Emma Lanza. The mafia princess my brother was supposed to marry.

Looking into her fearful eyes is too much, so I lean down and growl in her ear.

“Who do you think will suffer the most if the cops knock on the door? Tell her to shut up.”

When she nods, I loosen my grip further and take a deep breath to center myself, but the scent of sex wafting from her skin disrupts my attempt.

I lean back and step as far away from her as possible without releasing her throat.

Mio Dio, even knowing she could destroy everything, I can’t help but lust over her naked curves. My shorts do little to hide the effect she has on me.

She closes her eyes and swallows before lifting her lashes and aiming hostile brown orbs up at me.

“Katherine, it’s okay. We’re okay. Calm down.”

Other than a wobble when she first speaks, her voice emerges firm and demanding. She holds my gaze as her sister responds.

“We arenotokay. That’s Fiero Capito! We need to—”

“We can’t. Not anymore. I’m sorry.”

I curl my hand into a fist at my side, struggling for control as she maintains eye contact with me. Her silent challenge stems from the woman I fell in love with, but even though my heart demands I forgive her, I cling to the promises I made to Giorgio Vivaldi.

I did not spend seven years of my life working like a dog to relinquish everything to a liar and potential con artist. All it would take is her making one phone call to my brother for her to ruin the relative peace I’ve carved out for myself.

Katherine’s desperate voice pulls me out of my spiral.

“No! Don’t say we’re caught. We can still—”

“It won’t be enough. We can’t escape this anymore. Calm down. Now,” Emma demands.

Her throat vibrates against my palm as she speaks.

Katherine sobs and kicks the door.

“What did he do to you? Why aren’t you fighting?”

“He married me. He’s my husband.Fiero Capito ismio marito.”

My vision narrows to her face. The world disappears. Other than her sister’s furious voice filtering through the cotton in my ears, nothing exists beyond the beautiful, resilient woman glaring into my soul.

She dares to lift a hand to my wrist. When she digs her nails into my flesh, I snap.

She gasps as I cover her mouth with mine. I take advantage and invade the dark recesses of her mouth. I punish her for deceiving me, devour her for being so tasty, and promise retribution for all the fucked up decisions she made to lead us to this fucked up situation. When she refuses to kiss me back, I tear my face away from hers and snarl as I weave my other hand into her hair. She hisses as I pull her head back.

“Did my brother send you? Was it all an act?” I snarl.

Hurt flares in her eyes but she covers it with defiance.

“Waswhatan act?Youkidnappedme. You forced yourself on me. You married me. You gave me no choice!”

I twist my fingers in her hair and plaster my front to hers, flattening her breasts against my abs and grinding my clad cock against the softness of her belly.

“You lied to me,Emma Lanza,” I snarl.

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