Page 75 of Promise Maker

“Buona.” He seemsdelighted.

“But…” I put my index up. “Could you not killpeople around me.”

He clucks his tongue. “Solari, if someone’s comingat us, I have to—”

“Fine. Okay. If it’s in self-defense, I get it.” Ipress my eyes shut for a beat and implore softly, “No more torturing people.”

He stays quiet, observing me intensely with thosemesmerizing, deep reddish-brown eyes flecked with sandy hues.

“You don’t have to do that, Domenico. You canchoosenot to do that.”

Chugging his whiskey, he closes the little gapremaining and tells me, “I won’t torture people. I can’t speak for my father,though.”

“I understand. Thank you. I don’t ever want to seethat devilish look again. You seemed so empty and terrifying in that room. Idon’t want it to consume you.”

“It won’t. But I will become devilish in bed,Solari.” He grips my chin and tilts my head back. “Even when you hesitate, Iwon’t let you escape me.”

I jerk my chin away. “There’s something calledconsent. I won’t just let you do what you want to me.”

“But you already have,tesoro.”He trails his eyes over me in a naughty manner. “You let me eat you under theorange tree and then on my boat. You wanted my cock so badly you begged forit.”

“Keep teasing me, and you’ll end up with blueballs on our wedding night. You might stay married to a virgin for the rest ofyour life.”

Domenico clutches my arms, trapping me at the bar.I shiver from the bulge pressing against my pelvis. “None of your holes will beuntouched. I’m taking your pussy, your ass, and that mouth. I could even do itright now, considering the marriage certificate is ready and awaiting yoursignature, which I could have forged.”

My eyes expand. “You…what the fuck? What if I’drefused?”

His gaze darkens in a sexy way. “I told you,tesoro. There is no refusing me. You’re marrying me whetheryou want to or not.”

“You obsessive—mm—” Domenico crushes my mouth,stopping the rest of my words with a ferocious kiss.

Easing back, he yanks me into the liquor storagecloset and locks the door. “I’m hungry. Feed me.”

I gasp as Domenico aggressively turns me to ashelf and drives my legs apart with his knee.

“Uhh…” I bite on mybottom lip when he slides his hand under my dress and clasps my pussy.

“It’s already a river down there,” he growls andnips at my earlobe. “I’m going swimming.”

Hiking the dress to my waist, he lowers and licksa path up to my panty, drawing whimpers out of me.

I hold the fabric in place and let him pull theunderwear to my ankles.

“Fuck!” Squeals and uncontrollable spasms ensuewhen Domenico shoves his tongue into my drenched walls, slobbering around.

I grip the shelf for balance as he satisfies hisappetite, rubbing my swollen nub with his thumb while licking my labia.

My juices run down my legs, dripping on the mosaictile. Stimulated groans echo around us.

I’m a little ashamed to be carrying on like thisin Mr. and Mrs.Martelli’shouse, but with pleasureso sweet, I can only give in and enjoy the ride.

“Uhh!” I cringe from thesweet sting as Domenico slaps mybuttcheekandsqueezes the flesh.

“So plump,” he groans before slapping me again.

Then he smears my fluids around with his fingers.

“Ooh!” My eyes expand as he lathers my asshole.

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