Page 6 of Blood and Vows (A Twisted Duet 2)

“Say it. Say what you are.”

I was in a haze of sensual decadence, my body completely and utterly satisfied, and I was unable to get past it.

“Say it. God damn you, woman!” His palm came down on my skin, and the pain pulled me out of the sex-induced fog I was in.

“Your slave,” I cried out. “I’m…your slave.”

Castello roared like a demon-possessed creature as he gave one final deep jab inside me, letting his pleasure fill me to the brim. Every time he came inside me, it felt like he was drawing us closer, showing me that somehow, some way we belonged together. It just felt right.

I all but collapsed against the wooden desk, my body completely spent. By the strong weight that suddenly lay heavily against my back, I knew that Castello experienced the same.

This was us, Castello and me. There was no way either of us could explain it to anyone. No one, not even us, understood what was happening. But whatever it was…it was dark, it was wicked, and it was intense.

I opened my eyes and stared out the window into the darkness of night. How long had we been here? A few days? A week? I wasn’t sure since I lost my grip on time. Ever since the day I witnessed my father being murdered, how Castello killed his own mother to protect me, I’d lived in this haze where reality was no longer something I wanted to keep a grip on.

I wanted to forget. I wanted to wipe every memory of that day from my mind and create my own reality where it was just me and the man whose touch set me free from the cruelty I’d endured and witnessed. Some people might not understand how I was capable of sharing my body, soul, and mind with this man as if nothing had happened. As if I didn’t lose my father because of the Fattore family—the same family of the man I allowed to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me…to hurt me. But without him, without the escape of being completely possessed by Castello and the depraved desires that simmered between us, I would have nothing but the memories, the grief, and the emotional torture of everything I’d been through.

My body, my desires, my need for an escape had become the scars…and Castello the knife.

Chapter 2

CASTELLO

I regretted nothing. Life was just too fucking short to regret the decisions I’d made in the past. And now, while I had my cock buried deep inside the woman that had ultimately changed my life forever, I knew that for as long as I had her, I would never regret a damn thing.

I would never regret saving her.

I would never regret killing my own flesh and blood in order to keep her.

And I would never regret the day I had her kidnapped.

Did that make me a soulless bastard?

Yes.

Did I care?

No.

All I cared about was this addiction that took root inside me the first time I fucked Tatum Linscott. It was an addiction stronger than I ever could have imagined. A compulsion that was too strong to fight, too powerful to control. This woman had become my drug, and there was no way in hell I would ever give her up. And by the way her body responded to me every goddamn time told me she felt the same, that she needed my darkness the same way I craved her innocence. I’d corrupted her. I knew that. If it weren’t for me, Tatum probably never would have acknowledged the part in her that yearned for the sinful pleasures that belonged in the dark. But truth be told, I fucking loved the fact that it was me who lured her to the shadows.

I felt her body rise and fall beneath me as she tried to catch her breath.

“Say it.” I needed to hear it again. I needed to hear it every goddamn day.

“You own me, Castello.”

I smiled, appreciating the fact that she had gotten to know me so well. “Non dimenticarlo mai.” Never forget it.

“Mai.”

I sat up slightly, and with a gentle touch, I swept her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Bellissimo.”

The way her body trembled beneath my touch thrilled me to the deepest parts of my being. Knowing that I wielded that kind of power over her perfect body was downright euphoric. I’d never wanted to possess another human being as much as her. I wanted to hide her from the world, share her with no one. There was this uncontrollable urge that had me wanting nothing more than to own her like she was a priceless possession whose sole purpose was to please me. But I’d be an idiot if I believed that. This woman had become so much more than that to me. Truth was, it felt like she was starting to own me.

“Come on.” I placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and removed the belt from around her neck. “I’d rather not kill anyone today.”

She stood up. “What?”

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