Page 9 of His Violent Vow

Angelo looked at her for a moment, before resting his hand over hers. Her hand fell away. Kat remembered this man wasn’t on her side and yet Kat would also never forget that he used his body to shield her from harm. Was that all an act? No, it couldn’t be, because everything happened so fast. Her husband was certainly an enigma, a puzzle she had yet to solve.

“Why were you afraid of our wedding night?” Angelo asked.

“We nearly got killed and that’s what you want to know?” Kat asked.

“Your answer is important to me,”Angelo insisted.

“I didn’t know if I could go through with tonight, because I was still pissed off at you for last night,” Kat answered. She tried for honesty. Would he reward her with the same courtesy? It would certainly be an interesting experiment to try. When he protected her earlier, Kat realized her husband could be an unexpected ally.

“What’s your excuse for lying to me the night before?” she dared ask.

“I wanted to get to know you, the real you, Kat,” Angelo answered.“Your father painted you as this perfect obedient wife. I almost believed him but you surprised me, exceeded my expectations.”

“Are you telling the truth?” she asked. Her face and neck burned after hearing his compliment. Angelo could be lying but she didn’t think so. What would that gain him?

“I would never lie to you, I can promise you that,” Angelo said.

He cupped her cheek and the simple touch made her pulse race. Kat couldn’t understand her body’s reaction. The two of them had been this close to death and yet, she wanted to bone him again?

“Why should I believe you?” Kat asked.

“You’ll just have to see.” Angelo then kissed her. Hungry for his affections for the remembered heat of his body against hers, Kat responded. She undid his bow tie as he deepened the kiss. Her nipples tightened and her thighs grew damp. Was she still wearing her wedding dress? The obstruction needed to go.

“Unzip me,” she said after he released her mouth.

“My pleasure,” he said.

Kat rose to her feet and turned, exposing her back to him. Angelo stood behind her. He unzipped her leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. This moment reminded her of the night before, when he helped her out of her dress. Angelo awarded her the same courtesy once more, except her attire proved harder to take off. He even growled in impatience a number of times, but finally, Kat stepped out of the silken fabric that had pooled around her ankles.

She stood before him, only dressed in her matching white lace bra and G-string. Kat shivered in anticipation when Angelo gave her an approving once-over. Not wanting Angelo to do all the work, she approached him and helped him undress.

“I like a woman with initiative, especially if she’s my wife,” Angelo said.

“Don’t get used to it,” Kat said. Angelo finally had his tuxedo jacket off. Kat deftly unbuttoned his white shirt, exposing tanned, inked skin. She licked her lips. Angelo only laughed.

“This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” Kat pointed out.

“That’s fine with me,” Angelo said.

Finally, she managed to get him out of his shoes, trousers, and underwear. After kicking his clothes aside, he closed his callused fingers over her wrist and tugged her close. She gasped as he skillfully unclasped her bra, exposing her stiffening peaks.

He lowered his head, sucking on her left tit, then her right. Then he plundered her mouth again, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do to her. Kat groaned as he slid his fingers past the hem of her panties. Angelo started fingering her.

“Bed,” he managed to utter as he pulled his digits from her pussy, then sucked on them. She blushed and he smiled.“Have I ever told you pink is a good color on you?”

Kat scrambled to the enormous king-sized bed, her heart racing. Tomorrow, she might remember she hated this man but tonight she wanted to forget about their near-death experience.

Angelo climbed on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. He kissed her, slow and deep. Kat groaned as he pressed the tip of his prick against her entrance. Angelo pushed into her, all the while spoiling her with kisses. A gasp spilled from her lips as he buried himself to the hilt. Momentary pain clashed with ecstasy. Then it disappeared as Angelo started to ride her.

Kat wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him close. Every time he pumped in and out of her, he went deeper. It almost felt like a part of her soul drifted to his soul. He released her wrists and Kat sunk her fingers into his shoulders, holding on as he rutted her.

Yesterday hadn’t been a dream after all. She thought she would never be able to feel this way after he revealed his true identity. Kat was glad she was wrong. At his last push, Kat crested. The pressure building inside her broke open.

She panted, calling out his name as she came. The room fell away from her sight. Kat’s mind soared as Angelo entered her a few more times, before filling her with his seed. It didn’t even bother her that they didn’t use a condom. Angelo was her husband, after all, and feeling him bare inside her felt amazing.

Angelo pulled his softening prick out of her. He made a quick trip to the bathroom and returned with a towel. After cleaning them both up, he lay down next to her. The deed was done.

She was officially married to this man, her father’s enemy for life. Yet, he wasn’t exactly her enemy. Angelo might have sent many of her father’s men to their deaths, but that was part and parcel of war.

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