Page 4 of Blood and Vows (A Twisted Duet 2)

With his hand still around my throat, his thumb tracing all along my lips, Castello was busy doing what he did best…seducing me.

“Look at me, little mouse.”

I opened my eyes and stared into his dark irises. I no longer saw any resemblance between him and Carlo.Nothing. Even though they were identical twins, I saw an entirely different man.

My lips parted, and he slowly eased his thumb inside my mouth. “Did you really think I would let you go?”

“Did you really think I wanted to run?”

His full, inviting lips curled up into a wicked smile. “Oh, how you thrill me.”

And then his lips were on mine, hard and heady, his tongue forcefully claiming every corner of my mouth. My body instantly reacted by pushing harder against his, my hips moving, searching, yearning, loving the way his fingers expertly sent me closer and closer to the point where I would no longer be satisfied with less than all of him. The harder he kissed me, the faster his fingers moved inside me. Nothing about him—about us—was soft, and gentle, and calm. Everything was hard—it was rough, turbulent, and aggressively passionate. Exactly the way I wanted it.

Castello was right. Now that I knew how it could be, now that I’d tasted the darkness with him, I would never be satisfied with anything less. Castello knew what I wanted and how I wanted it…just like I knew what he needed.

Hesitantly yet desperately, I placed my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away, wanting to prove to him that I could play. But his body just pushed harder against mine, like steel pinning me against the wall. He pulled his hand away, the cold air assaulting the need that pooled between my legs, and I moaned as my body mourned the loss of his touch.

He started with his pants zipper while never taking his eyes off me. “Don’t fight me.”

I lifted my chin in defiance. “Give me one good reason not to fight you.”

“Because you don’t want to.”

“You have no idea what I want.”

“Oh, but I know exactly what you need.”

Abruptly, he grabbed my waist, pulled me against him, and spun us both around, slamming my back against the wooden cabinet. The pain that radiated down my spine wasn’t strong enough to overpower the fervent need that possessed my entire body.

Cold, dark, hungry eyes stared down at me, and it only added more fire to the flame that already threatened to burn me to ash from the inside.

He traced a single finger down the side of my face. “It is a master’s responsibility to know his slave, to know what she wants…what she needs.”

“Is that what I am? Your slave?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

With a hard jerk, he grabbed my arm and spun me around, pushing my face against the cabinet. Castello pressed his elbow against my back, securing me between him and the hard wood. When I felt the sturdy leather of his belt being placed around my neck, I gasped with panic while my body continued to climb with sinful anticipation.

“Castello, what are you—”

Abruptly, he tightened the belt around my throat, silencing me. The cold steel buckle pinched the skin of my neck as he tightened it even more, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

He leaned forward, placing his cheek against mine. “You shouldn’t have run from me, little mouse.”

Before I could even attempt to reply, he pulled my arms behind my back and shoved me to the side and toward the desk. Moans escaped me as I struggled and gasped for air, but my body started to quiver as the promise of sinful deeds thickened the space around us.

With a violent push, my body slammed against the mahogany desk. With his hands still firmly holding my arms behind my back, he forced me down until my cheek was flat against the wood.

“Always a sight, you bent over and completely at my mercy.”

“Cas—”

“Shut up.” The belt tightened. “Just keep quiet and let your body talk to me.”

A hand so soft yet capable of inflicting so much pain gently started to stroke up the back of my thigh, moving the fabric of my nightgown all the way up until it no longer covered me from his view.

I felt him slip a finger inside my torn panties, slowly pulling them down all the way until they fell around my feet.

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