Page 75 of Vengeful Vows

My brain warns me to be careful of him while my tender heart aches for everything he has suffered.

Being married to Nico Moretti is much, much more difficult than I could ever have guessed. The truth is the fault is mine.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t lock my heart away from his cruelty, and now I’m condemned to spend my life with someone who sees me as an expendable piece in the dreadful game he’s playing.

To survive my future, I must harden myself to him. Otherwise he’ll destroy me completely.

After removing his shoes and socks, he unfastens his trousers and allows them to drop.

He’s wearing nothing beneath. His thighs are corded and powerful, but I barely register that because my gaze is riveted on his enormous cock that is jutting toward me.

Quickly I turn my head away and press my hand to my throat. There’s no way I can go through with this.

“I told you to look at me.”

When I don’t, he captures my chin, compelling my obedience.

There’s purposeful intent in his dark eyes.

A few minutes ago, I was aroused, and now nerves have left me frigid. “Nico… There’s…” I try again. “It’s not going to work.”

“I assure you; the fit will be perfect.”

I suck in a shallow breath.

“I’m going to take you, Bella.”

“But… What about birth control?”

“Not happening, little flower. I’m going to fill you with my seed. If I get you pregnant today, so be it.”

In all his raw beauty, he yanks the covers from my body. Instinctively I reach for them, but he brushes my hand to the side. Then he kneels next to me.

“Can we get this over with?” The longer we prolong the moment, the more apprehensive I’m becoming.

“I’ll make it as easy for you as I can.”

That’s not going to be possible.

“I’ll give you a moment to accommodate me, and it will let you know what to expect later this evening when I’m not quite as restrained.”

He strokes himself, even though he looks to be already fully aroused. God help me if he’s not.

The sight of him pleasuring himself mesmerizes me.

With his large hands, he parts my legs.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I force myself to remain in position and wait, preparing myself for pain.

“Little flower.” He chuckles softly. “I promised you’d beg.”

Then he positions himself between my thighs and lowers his head to my pussy again. The first swipe o f his tongue reignites the flame that I thought was extinguished.

“Give yourself to me.”

He eats me out as if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever known. Then he gently slides a finger inside me.

Though he’s done this before, he goes a little deeper than he has in the past.

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