Page 70 of Promise Maker

“God, you’re fucking insane.”

“But you want me too,” he teases, grinding againstme. “I see it in your eyes. Hear the truth in your voice. Feel it on your body.Youwantme.”

“Cazzate!” Thatisbullshit. So why is my heart lashing so wildly for him? Why is my bodysurrendering? Why do I have this burning need for a man like him?

I have to fight it.

Frustrated with my emotions, I push at Domenico’schest, but he ignores my feeble attempt and licks my mouth.

My pussy throbs disobediently.

“I miss you,tesoro,” hegroans. “Every second that you’re not in my arms feels like hell.”

“I don’t miss you,” I lie, while in my head I’mscreaming,I miss you despite your murderous side. “Stop calling metesoro. I’m not your treasure.”

“You are.” He swipes his tongue over my mouthagain. “You’re mytesoroforever.Mine.” Hekisses me hard, demanding entry for his tongue.

I bite his lip, drawing blood.

But Domenico ignores the pain and shoves histongue inside my mouth.

My palms at his chest lose their fight as hepretty much fucks my mouth while grinding against me.

I tingle all over, aroused by his tongue and thebulge at my pelvis.

Everything hurts and feels good at the same time.

I want him badly while chastising myself for it.

Domenico eases up to observe my face as he slipshis hand into my shorts. Satisfaction tilts his lips when he realizes how wet Iam.

“I’ll make you my wife, Solari. I will have this.I won’t ever let you go.”

I push back a moan when he slides his fingersbetween my folds and plays with my entrance.

Feigning toughness, I tell him, “You’re out ofyour mind. I’m taking my virginity back to New Jersey. Then I’ll find the lastguy I turned down for you and fuck him so hard.”

He clamps my pussy, making me whimper. “No otherman will have you. I’ll never fucking let that happen.”

I grip his hand in my shorts, but the overwhelmingneed is preventing me from fighting.

“Let me go,” I rasp instead. “Let me go!”

“Never!” he growls, rubbing my pussy vigorously.“You’re mine until the day I die.”

“I can’t love a monster,” I yell more so at myselfwhile I’m struggling against the vast pleasure. “Iwon’tlove you! Iwon’t—ugh!” I quiver as he slips his finger inside and thrusts. “Fuck you,Domenico!”

“You want me inside you,” he teases. “Your pussyis clenching my finger.”

“No, it’s—ugh—I’m not.” My voice sounds more likea whine now.

Domenico rumbles. “The more you squeeze, thesweeter it feels. Doesn’t it?”

“I hate you!” I scream. “You fucking bastard!”Meanwhile, my body is begging him not to stop.

“Come for me,tesoro,”he demands. “Give in to me.”

“Ugh! Fuck!” I clench his muscular arms as mypussy erupts, sucking and throbbing on his finger.

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