Page 46 of Stolen Vows
He’d have seen it earlier if he hadn’t been so transfixed on my sex.
Despite the lascivious gleam in his amber orbs as he studies my naked curves for the first time, disbelief hardens his expression.
I throw my hands up like the pampered princess he accused me of being and turn toward the bathroom, hoping for a hasty retreat, but my heel tangles in the puddled wedding gown and I trip.
Strong arms stop my descent and plaster my back against a hard, masculine chest.My heart tries to pound out of my ribcage as my husband’s massive cock presses against me.
“I’m not lying,” I manage through gritted teeth.
He gives a noncommittal grunt.
“Check the footage from my hotel room this morning if you don’t believe me.I need to pee,” I deflect.
Without a word, he scoops my legs out from under me, cradles me to his chest, stalks into the bathroom, and sets me on the countertop between the sinks.I hiss in shock at the frigid marble.Disgust curls through me as the filth coating my thighs squishes and cools.
Mario drops to a knee and grabs my ankle.I instinctively pull away, but he lifts his golden orbs and steals my breath with an unyielding stare.My nipples pebble and clit pulses.I wrap my arms around myself to hide my body’s traitorous reaction.The tilt of his eyebrow says he saw anyway.
I watch in mute shock as he unfastens the buckle and slips my strappy high heel off my foot.His thick, scarred fingers make my ankle look tiny and fragile.
A sordid thrill shivers down my spine.He could break me so easily.
So why didn’t he?
Too raw to delve into that train of thought, I shelve it for later and store away the visual of him kneeling at my feet.My heart swells even as my mind screams for me to look away and guard against his intoxicating power.
He stands without warning.I lean back, but he grabs my hips and pulls me forward.
“Hold on,paperotta,” he commands.
I squeak and grab onto his shoulders as he lifts me off the counter and wraps my legs around his waist.
The hard planes of his chest flatten my breasts and his cock bobs against my ass, but he ignores his hard-on and wraps an arm around my back.
With a predatory prowl, he strides past the largest soaking tub I’ve ever seen, steps into the shower, and closes the glass behind us.
“Wait!I really do need to pee,” I say before he turns on the water.
He sighs as though I’m the biggest inconvenience in his life before opening the glass door and setting me on my feet in front of the water closet.With a pat on my ass, he urges me inside and slides the door closed between us.
I turn in disbelief but blow out a breath and run my hand through my sweaty hair when I realize the door has no lock.
After emptying my bladder and using half the roll of toilet paper trying to clean myself, I sigh and give up.
Alone for the first time since I laid in bed this morning, my adrenaline nosedives and inexplicable emotions batter me from all directions.
I rise on shaky legs, flush, and reach for the door.
Mario opens it before I get the chance.He picks me up, carries me to the sink, and sets me on my feet.My body betrays me with a sharp inhale as he traps my hips against the counter with his bulk and reaches around me.I blink in dazed euphoria as he washes our hands, the slippery glide of soap between our flesh undeniably erotic and surprisingly intimate.
I force my gaze to the mirror.Sleep hazes the edge of my vision, but I don’t understand why he’s being gentle or showing me care when he promised nothing but pain and humiliation.
When he turns off the water, I shut off my mind.Whatever his plans may be, I’m at his mercy and fretting over every little thing will only harm me, so I focus on the present.
He picks me up again as though I weigh nothing and closes us in the shower.When he sets me on the built-in bench, I lean back against the wall and silently thank him for not abandoning me.I’d probably fall and crack my head open if he left me alone right now.
My heart stops when I see his back for the first time.
Thick, jagged scars and thinner white lines crisscross over the expanse of his entire back.Vomit climbs up my throat.
