Page 99 of Vicious Vows

“Ah…” I moaned through the pain, but he didn’t stop, even when I tugged on his hair. “Marchello, not so hard.”

He circled his tongue over my nipple before moving to the other side. His actions weren’t as harsh this time, but I could sense the aggression.

I had to come clean or his rage would only intensify.

“We should stop.” I pushed at his shoulder in a weak attempt to halt this encounter. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.” He scooted me onto the floor and between his legs. “The time for talking has passed. Right now, you’re going to make me forget about this day and whatever it is you’ve done. I’ll deal with whatever it is later.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he glared at me. It was probably better to use my mouth for something else.

“Now is not the time to defy me.” He looked down at me with fire in his stare. “Don’t challenge me.”

“I’ll listen.” What else could I do? For the first time since the auction, it was time to back down.

“You’ll listen?” He stroked his chin. “We really do have a problem.”

“Nothing this can’t solve.” I took his shaft in my hand and swirled my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck.” He exhaled. “Do you know how much easier my life would be if you were this obedient all the time?”

Something told me his question was rhetorical. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to stare into his eyes. I couldn’t. Not now. Not knowing how I had betrayed him. Even if I did it to help him, he wouldn’t understand that.

I squeezed the base of his erection as I wrapped my lips around him and slid down as far as I could. I bobbed my head back and forth, covering his length with my saliva, tasting all of him.

He ran his fingers through my hair, but didn’t grip it like he usually did. I scraped my teeth along his length, eliciting low, guttural moans from deep inside his chest. His thigh tightened under my hand, then his legs shook in a spastic motion.

When I drew my head back in a long, slow pull, he got up from the chair and dragged me to my feet.

“I thought you wanted me to swallow.”

“Maybe later.” He yanked my boy shorts down my legs, tugged them from my ankles, and tossed them over his shoulder. “Right now, I want to fuck you. Fast and hard.”

He pushed me against the wall and spread my legs with his knee.

“Is there any other way with you?” I licked his lips. “Fuck all your aggression away. Use me to do it.”

“Is that what you want?” Once he shoved his pants down and kicked them off, he lifted me with one arm and held me against the wall. “Do you want me to release all of it?”

“If it will help.” I wrapped my legs around his hips. “I want to feel you. I want you to know I’m here and I can take whatever you give me.”

“I already know that.” He shifted his hips and entered me in one swift motion, taking my breath away. Grabbing my wrists in one hand, he pinned them above my head as he increased the pace. “You’re the toughest woman I’ve ever met. One of the most frustrating ones too.”

“You don’t want a submissive.” I strained my hold on his waist with my thighs. “You need me to challenge you.”

He attacked my neck—licking, sucking, and biting my tender flesh, scraping and burning me with his stubble. Marking all of me. There wasn’t an inch of my body, a part of my soul, or a piece of my heart he hadn’t already claimed.

“Marchello,” I moaned as I breathed in his masculine scent, clenching around his solid length. “I love you.”

He rocked his hips into me, slamming my back into the wall and pounding more violently with each thrust. His relentless hold on my wrists would leave bruises, but I didn’t care. They would only serve to remind me how he could use my body to release his frustration, and in the process, bring us both more pleasure than either of us could explain.

Being with such an intense man aroused me. Every time we were together, I didn’t think it could top the time before. I was always wrong. I craved his darker side. The one that couldn’t survive without me.

I wasn’t a flowers-and-candy kind of girl, and he knew it. He could let go with me because I was strong enough to withstand his beast. I would always accept him for who he was. What he was.

After a few minutes of solid, brutal sex, he slowed his pace and stared into my eyes. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” I kissed him. “You’re loving me. The way you do. The way we both need you to.”

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