Page 19 of Vengeful Vows

I’ve never been a man who has trouble focusing, but tonight is different. I’m unsettled, feeling the hefty weight of responsibility.

Mere hours have passed since I executed the first step of my plan for revenge against Calabrese. The stricken, haunted expression on Alessandro’s face when he realized I have his balls in my pocket was priceless.

And the feel of his little sister in my arms, eyes wide with interest and trust, is sublime.

With my run and cooldown finally complete, I head back to my place and stride to my walk-in shower.

Though I set the water to a chilling temperature, images of Bella flash through my mind like a sexy slideshow.

I imagine her being here with me—something that will soon be a reality.

I pin her hands above her, trapping her against the tile wall. Her lips are parted as she begs—and I can’t tell whether it’s for me to fuck her or to leave her alone.

Her nipples pebble as water drips down her belly.

With my free hand, I fist my cock. “Watch me.”

She wants to look away, but I don’t let her.

“This is for you, and you’re going to take it.”

Bella frantically shakes her head. But she belongs to me. She’ll take anything that I say she will. “Lift up onto your tiptoes.” I bend my knees, teasing her with my cockhead, already smeared with precum. “Open that gorgeous cunt for me, Bella. You’ll never deny me.” I’ll force her if I must.

I claim her fully, and she sucks in a gasp as I sink myself all the way to my balls.

Closing my eyes, I masturbate myself, and I ejaculate, uttering her name on a guttural groan. “Soon, little flower. Soon.”

CHAPTERFIVE

Bella

Marcello has blazedinto my life with the force of a whirlwind, sweeping me up and leaving me spinning so hard that I don’t know where I am or which way is up. The frustrating alpha male never behaves as I expect.

Has it only been such a short time since we met and danced, and he saw me home, leaving me reeling from his kiss, my lips swollen from the force of his passion?

For hours afterward, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Confoundingly, when I did, I dreamed of him… Of him holding me down and taking me while I arched beneath him.

The next morning, a terrible pounding on my front door awakened me.

Grumpy from lack of sleep, I wrapped myself in a fluffy robe as I crossed the room to sneak a look through the peephole.

At that very moment my phone danced across the kitchen bar, and when I snatched it up, I found a message from Marcello informing me the security crew was on site and that I needed to follow every one of their instructions or deal with the consequences.

By nine a.m., my place was as secure as Fort Knox, and my condo can only be accessed by fingerprint. Cameras point at my door and up and down the hallway. Every window has an alarm even though I’m on the twentieth floor. I shook my head at that, but I suppose I am safe from window washers forcing their way inside.

It wasn’t until dinner that evening that he told me that all alarms and camera feeds also go directly to his phone. His announcement made me shiver.

The man is either overprotective or scary as fuck.Perhaps both,a little voice inside me whispered.

Soon I realized that was only the beginning of the ways he intended to insert himself into my life.

That weekend, he took me to a spectacular restaurant with a 360-degree view of the city. He dropped me off at home without kissing me.

The next day, he picked me up for brunch at one of my favorite spots near Buffalo Bayou. Afterward we strolled and enjoyed a coffee. This time, when he took me home, he gently brushed his lips across mine before maddeningly leaving me alone again.

Every night since, he’s wined me and dined me and hasn’t made an untoward gesture, making me wonder if he was disappointed in our kiss. If so, why is he still dating me?

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