Page 37 of Vengeful Vows

I want him in here, making me into a woman,hiswoman.

I’ve never been this aroused and so frustrated.

With a sigh, I fall onto my bed, belly down. I give into my anguish, drawing up the front of my dress and working my fingers inside my panties.

Whimpering, crying into the pillow, wishing it was his hands touching me instead of my own, I masturbate, losing myself in fantasies of Marcello Donati.

As I get close, I cry out his name, and suddenly the door crashes against the wall, scaring the life out of me, tearing an unholy scream from my throat.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He flips me over, and he’s bending over me, his eyes set in a savage line.

Desire fills me with bravado. “Giving myself the relief that you won’t.”

His nostrils flare, and I realize how foolish I am.

“You were warned earlier.”

Until him, I haven’t enjoyed playing with fire. “Yes, Marse.”

“Is that what you want? Relief?”

“Yes,”I confess.

“Ask me to give it to you.”

“Please, Marse.” I’m not above begging. “I’m so turned on that I’m crawling out of my skin. I’ll never sleep if I don’t have an orgasm.”

“I’ve wondered what you taste like.” He plucks off my shoes and tosses them into the corner. “Take off your panties.”

Momentarily I’m so stunned that I don’t move.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Bella.”

Threat and menace weave through his words.

Looking at him, I pull up my dress a little more. Then I lift my hips to work my panties past my hips.

He yanks them the rest of the way off and tosses the lacy material over his shoulder.

“Open your mouth. Suck on my fingers and make them wet.”

They’re enormous, but I’m compelled to wrap my tongue around them.

My pussy is bare, and my legs are spread before him. Already I’ve gone further with Marcello than I have with any other man.

“Are you a virgin, Bella?” He removes his damp fingers.

Within seconds he’ll find out for himself.

“Answer me.”

I attempt to glance away, but he captures my chin and imprisons it, forcing me to look at him. “Yes,” I whisper.

“I’m glad you saved that gift for me.”

So am I.

“Keep your dress at your waist. If you drop it, obstructing my view, I will slap your beautiful cunt.”

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