Page 34 of Stolen Vows
I reach into my pocket and hold up the custom-colored mini bullet vibrator.
Her expression blanks.
“This is yoursomething blue,” I say as I retrieve the controller from my other pocket and turn it to the lowest setting.
She turns her face away and reaches for her skirt to pull it down.I catch her fist and pin it to the counter, ensuring she stays where I want her while her skirt remains out of the way.
Her thighs tremble and her knees squeeze my hips as I lower the vibrator to her sex.
The second I press the blue toy to her mons, she gasps and arches her back.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I snarl.
She shakes her head.I study every nuance in her expression as I lower the vibrator, teasing her clit hood before drawing a line along her outer labia and enjoying her embarrassed pleasure as I circle closer to her entrance.She closes her eyes and whimpers.
“Look at me, Valentina,” I demand.
She lifts her lashes and floors me with her clear blue orbs.
“Only you,” she vows.
I push the vibrator into her pussy and groan as she clamps around the tip of my finger.Her features twist, whether in pain or disgust, I can’t tell, but when I test her silky heat with my fingertip, she gasps and writhes in pleasure.
I flick the vibrator intensity to the highest setting.She yelps and jerks.I turn it off, pull my digit free, and cup her entire sex.Her honey coats my hand.
My lungs struggle for oxygen as my cock throbs in my trousers.I long to lose myself in her, my revenge be damned, but I slam the lid on all emotions except for the pain and anger I’ve used as fuel for the last decade.
Because of her lies, my best friend stabbed me in the back and left me for dead.
Valentina Luciano is finally mine.
All mine.
I’ll make her pay for ruining my life.
Chapter 11
Valentina Denaro
The room dips in and outof focus as I fight the need pulsing through me.Everything sparkles.Sharp jawline, full lips, intense amber eyes, crisp collar, custom made suit—everything about Mario makes me want to touch and explore with teeth and tongue.His hot, hard hand clasps my naked sex, scrambling my brains and filling me with sensual heat.
“Everything here, from the venue to the guests, and even your hairpins, is for another man, butthis,” he squeezes my pussy so hard I arch my back and grab his tie, “is mine,” he snarls.
I nod, mindless with need and too overwhelmed for words.
He slips the controller into his pocket and slides his hand around my nape.
“I’d hate to ruin your makeup for your special day, so I’ll wait to kiss you until we sayI do,” he murmurs against my temple.
He’s so close but so far away.I need to see his face.He told me to keep my eyes on him, but he looms so far above me I can’t find him.The cold fury wafting off him terrifies me while the heat of his palm electrifies my senses.
When he finally leans back, granting me access to his face, I wish I could turn back time and close my eyes.
The lascivious glint in his stare and sadistic smirk on his face fuel my lust despite the pain slicing my heart in two.
His words replay in my head.
We haven’t kissed.In fact, he purposefully refused to kiss me despite the sexual tension between us.
