Page 125 of Vicious Vows

“Never.” I lowered his zipper. “All that licking makes me want to suck your cock.”

I slipped off the bed and dropped to the floor.

“Unless you don’t want me to,” I said.

“If you start, we’re going to finish that way.” He swept my hair from my face as I took his length in my hand. “Because you have me seconds from erupting down your throat.”

“It’s early.” I bit the corner of my lip. “We have all night for you to get inside me.”

“I’m going to take you up on that because I’m far from done.”

I gazed up at him and opened my mouth when he shifted his hips forward. He plunged deep, hitting the back of my throat. I closed my lips around his shaft, breathed through my nose, and let him take control.

He set a grueling tempo. Fast, hard, and rough. His relentless actions forced me to keep up, but my desire to please him guided me through. Knowing I could unravel him was the best reward.

“Lissia…” He tangled his fingers in my hair, gripping the strands tight and tugging in time with each of his powerful thrusts. “I want to come inside your mouth and watch you swallow all of it.”

His groans and grunts fueled me to push him over the edge. When I squeezed his base and scraped his shaft with my teeth, he rewarded me with a spurt of hot, salty liquid. I swallowed around him, taking everything he gave me.

“That was fantastic.” He rubbed my scalp. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at him with pride. “You taught me everything I know.”

“You’re a quick study.” He joined me on the floor. “I still have much to teach you.”

When he kissed me, I tasted myself on his tongue. I licked his lips before kissing him long and slow. I never wanted us to end. I had fallen so deeply in love with him that nothing else mattered.

“I’m ready for more.” I spoke against his mouth. “I want so much more with you.”

He tightened his hold on my face. “I’m glad to hear that. Because we’re getting married.”

“What?” Did he just ask me to… Wait, did he tell me we were getting married?

“We need to get married in the next few days,” he said.

The seriousness in his tone made it sound like making me his wife was his duty. That didn’t seem right. Not at all what I had imagined this moment to be like.

Was anything ever the way I imagined it should be between us?

Only he could turn a marriage proposal into some sick demand. Did he think I was still his hostage?

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I jerked out of his hold. “No.”

TWENTY-NINE

Marchello

A storm was brewingbehind Lissia’s eyes, and I was in her path.

What the hell? Is she going to fight me now?

She tugged the throw off the bed and wrapped it around her. I grabbed her wrist and held her still, daring her to get up off the floor.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” I asked.

“Oh, I heard you.” She snatched out of my grasp. “I just can’t believe you.”

“I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife.” I threw my hand in the air. “I thought that would make you happy.”

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