Page 34 of His Vicious Vow
He pulls out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Taking out a card he puts it on the bedside table. “This is my cell phone number since I’m sure your mother isn’t going to give you your phone back. If you need me for anything—you call me. I’ll be here.” From his pants pocket he takes out a small, flat tin. “There are ten Xanax in here. Use them carefully.”
Closing my eyes the tears come faster. I’m shocked by his mouth on mine. He’s drawing me deeper and deeper into his kiss until I swear I’m falling headlong into him. When he tears his mouth from mine, it’s as if he’s tearing me in two. His large hands cup my face. “All those boyfriends have taught you well. Maybe I won’t kill them all, instead I’ll send them a thank you note. Our wedding night can’t come fast enough. Three weeks feels like an eternity.”
“How do you—” Oh god.
“I know everything, Carina. Don’t you remember us having this conversation already? The issue with Ben was sorted. He wanted to press charges. I’ve taken care of it.” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “I take care of everything that has to do with you. Ben earned his death a dozen times over by hurting you.”
“Killing? Are you insane? You can’t kill Ben. He’s an idiot. But I’ve taken care of him myself. He’ll never do anything so stupid again.” Although fuck him for wanting to press charges.
“Do not be concerned about Ben. He signed his own death warrant. It doesn’t matter if he didn’t know you belonged to me. A man so abhorrent as to attempt to record himself fucking a girl without her knowledge deserves the painful death he will endure.”
“Quit calling me a girl. And I don’t belong to you, you fucking psycho.” I hate the way it comes out of me in a whisper. I don’t belong to him.
“Yes, my dear wife, I’m a fucking psycho. I have no problem killing a man who has touched and hurt what’s mine. While you might have fucked and been with a several men before me, they are in the past. From this day forward no other man touches you. And you don’t want them to, do you? I smell your wet pussy. On second thought why wait until our wedding night? There will be no sheets Carlo wants so what does it matter?” The bastard’s hands have slid down my body all the way to my ass. I jump as those large hands cup each cheek and lift me into—holy fucking shit, he’s huge and hard.
Then his mouth is on mine again. Yes, please, more. I cling to him with desperate hands. His phone rings. I hate his fucking phone so much. He checks it. “What?” He growls into the phone.
He stomps away from me. “Are you serious? Get with Gaetano, he’ll tell you how to handle it. I’ll be home in a few hours.”
I’m so damn angry when it hits me. He said all that stuff to get me angry and stop crying. He thought he knew me. But he didn’t damn it. I’m out of bed, too afraid to be near it and him. “Get out of here! I don’t care if you do die. I’ll dance on your grave in a red dress!”
Anger turns his beautiful face hard. “Bullshit, more like cry so hard you’ll turn Vegas into a flash flood zone.”
I hate him! It happens without thought, I smack him soundly on his cheek. He goes still, I swear he could be a statue. There’s something in the air that sends a shiver up my spine. Danger, this is a very dangerous moment and I’m not getting out of this unless I’m careful. I back up until my back meets the bed. “I’m sorry, Sandro.”
“Piccolina, if you wanted me to touch you to soothe you again, all you had to do was say it. I was content to wait until our wedding night. But if you cannot, so be it.”
I’m shaking my head. No words will come.
A dark eyebrow goes up as he slides his jacket off. Carefully, he folds it and lays it over the arm of the chair. “Yes, my dear wife.” Long, elegant fingers undo the buttons on the silk shirt. “You are my wife. It does not matter if the words have not been said.”
His right arm is a full sleeve of ink. There’s only one tattoo on his left shoulder. A white tank undershirt is gone in the blink of an eye. With all the tattoos on his hands, arms, and neck I’m surprised there is no ink on his chest. Ah crap, I’m drooling again—in both places as my eyes roam over olive skin covered with a thick mat of dark hair. Even with his hairy chest I swear I can see his muscles flex from here. Oh wow, that isn’t a six pack—it’s a freaking eight pack. Is he still talking? Am I supposed to be listening?
“Your father and I have sealed the deal.” Okay, he is still talking but I don’t want to hear what he’s saying. “I think it best you and I do as well. Going back to Vegas with you in any doubt of belonging to me would be wrong, for the both of us.” He bends over and takes off his socks and holy shit this isn’t a threat.
I’m not sure why that feels even more serious than the calm way he’s undressing. He thinks I’m not a virgin so what does it matter anyway? So tell him. Tell him. He pushes down his pants and black silk boxers in one smooth move.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That is not going to fit. Will it? I mean I’m so small and he is so freaking big.
I blink and he’s in front of me. One strong hand goes around the back of my neck and guides my mouth up to him. Hot, no. It’s more than hot, it’s scorching, sizzling, incandescent—it’s thirty seconds from the sun. His mouth turns me inside out. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
A large hand cups my breast sending my hips off the bed and my eyes open in shock. How the hell am I on the bed? The night gown is down to my hips. Oh god, oh god, tell him and he’ll stop. He has to stop.
“No, stop.” I whimper.
His only answer is to kiss me again until the room is spinning around us. Pressing his chest into mine I’m shocked by how soft his dark hair is against my sensitive breasts. I want to feel him against every inch of skin on my body. I clutch at him to keep from slipping off the edge of the world. Nothing exists but him, but this.
Beneath my fingertips hot silk plays over rippling muscle. I run my hands over his back, desperate to learn all of him.
He shakes his head as one large hand grabs one wrist then the other before carrying them both over my head and holds them there.
I want to scream when his mouth leaves mine and begins roaming down my neck. Until he finds the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and sucks deep. His teeth graze that spot causing my hips to surge up for more. He gives me more of what I need, his tongue dancing over the spot before sucking harder and harder until he nips tortured skin. I don’t understand why it sends a rush of wet heat to between my thighs.
Cradling my breast almost reverently Sandro sighs. “Stunning.” He whispers as his tongue teases a tightly puckered nipple. How can soft velvet leave a trail of fire in its wake? At last, he sucks before letting it fall from his mouth far too soon. I want to scream at the loss.
I plead for more, he moves to my other breast and begins the sweet torture but this time for longer, suckling until I’m breathless from pleading. When his teeth run over me, I’m shocked by the intense sensation. Did I come? No…I don’t think so. All thought disappears as his teeth tug at my nipple. This time I’m almost positive I came.
Sandro chuckles. “No, my dear wife, when you come it will be on my tongue. The time after that will be on my cock.”