Page 5 of Blood and Vows (A Twisted Duet 2)

“I need to see you, Tatum.” With his foot, he forced my feet apart, spreading my legs. “I need to see all of you.”

His hand started its way back up my thigh until his fingers softly stroked against the wet, sensitive flesh on display for him as he kept me bent forward.

“Do you know what I see whenever I look at you like this, spread open and so ready for me?”

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want to answer.

“I see hell.” His finger dipped and traced through my slit, earning a loud moan from me. “I see hell masked, veiled, hiding behind the promise of finding pleasure in a paradise most men would kill for—whichI havekilled for.”

I closed my eyes thinking about Nicollo, how he almost took from me that which no man had the right to take. Memories of his blood painted across my prison walls bombarded my mind, and it threatened to pull me away from the moment…away from Castello.

But then there was a load crack, a searing pain, and a liberating feeling that spread through my soul like morphine, numbing every bad emotion that was brought on by the memory of almost being raped.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Tatum.” He slapped my ass again, the sound echoing around us as I relished the pain that felt so goddamn good. “There is no space inside your body, inside your mind for anything but me.”

He let go of my arms. “Grab hold of the edge in front of you.”

Slowly, I eased my arms forward, my shoulders aching as I reached for the edge of the desk.

Castello tightened the belt around my neck and forced my head up as he leaned over my body, his lips touching my ear. “If you let go, I won’t let you come. Do you understand?”

Good God, no.

He pulled the belt back some more, and I almost gagged from the pressure around my throat.

“I asked, do you understand?”

“Yes…sir.” My voice was nothing but a desperate whisper.

One hard jab, and he was inside me. If it wasn’t for the belt around my throat, I would have screamed out. Not being able to make a sound forced me to endure the pleasure in silence, which only intensified everything I was feeling.

He plunged deeper into me, harder, causing both pain and pleasure to spread up my spine, ricocheting right back down to crash between my legs in an explosion of wickedly decadent sensations.

“You feel that, little mouse? That inferno blazing through your soul? The fire burning inside your core? Do you feel my possession straight to your bones?” Another hard thrust while his palm came down mercilessly on my thigh. I bit right into my bottom lip, tasting my own blood.

He pulled my head up more, bringing it closer to his face. “That’s me staking my claim over your body, your mind, and your fucking soul.”

I kept my eyes closed as he continued to move in and out of me with hard thrusts, pushing as deep as my body would take him.

“That means you belong to me, little mouse. As a woman, as a lover, as a pet…as a goddamn slave. You. Belong. To. Me.”

The belt tightened, and my lungs grew desperate as my body ached for release. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted to plead with him to give me what I needed.

I tried to move my hips as a desperate attempt to find the pleasure that would satiate the hunger that possessed every inch of me.

He let out a satisfying laugh. “You see, Tatum? Your body talks to me, and right now, it’s fucking begging me to let you come.”

His arm rounded my waist, his hand cupping me between my legs before his finger started to play with the one spot guaranteed to push me over the edge.

Without a breath, I allowed the sensation to carry me to a place where my darkest desires no longer had to hide. A place where I was free to embrace the guilty pleasures of my depraved being. My legs quivered, my body demanded, and I succumbed to the darkness that this man so easily evoked inside me.

He leaned his head closer, and I felt the warm skin of his cheek against mine. “Everything you’re feeling right now, with me buried balls deep inside you, means that you belong to me. Never, ever doubt that.”

I tried to spread my legs even wider, wanting more, wanting him deeper. My need for air wasn’t nearly as strong as my need for ecstasy.

With one hand clutching the belt, the other grabbing my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh, Castello stood up straight and gave me exactly what he knew my body needed…and wanted. My mind still tried to stray from the truth. It still tried to convince me that all this wasn’t me, it wasn’t how it was supposed to be. But Castello was right. My body couldn’t lie to him. It was proven in the way I erupted. How my core exploded with such intense pleasure that every bone in my body started to quiver. My legs trembled, and I clawed my nails deeper into the wood of the desk.

The second Castello let go of the belt, I cried out while he kept his hard, fast rhythm, moving in and out of me.

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