Page 39 of His Vicious Vow

Why does he call me that? I’m not his wife, not yet. My stomach twists at the idea of answering him. What would he say if I told him that I dreamed of him and that I touched myself in the shower last night to the memory of the way he went down on me?

I stroked my cock to you before I went to bed and woke still hard and aching for you. You have me jacking off. I never had to as a teenager.

My face is flaming. I swear the way he knows what I’m thinking is freaky. The thought sends my stomach twisting again. Jacking off to the thought of me, meant he wasn’t using another woman with the excuse I was away from him.

Your girlfriend too busy?

I hold my breath.

I told you. I don’t have one. I won’t have one while we’re married either.

I want to believe him but I can’t bring myself to. Women will always take him whatever way they can get him.

Not even while I’m pregnant with all those girls you want? It takes months to recover and babies cry a lot. They aren’t exactly conducive to having a regular sex life.

My lungs are burning from a lack of a deep breath until his response.

A few months of waiting is nothing. You’ll cut my dick off if I’m with someone else. I’d rather have my dick and you.

Face flaming, I sigh. The bastard does know me well. If I found out he touched another woman I will make him bleed, to hurt him as badly as he hurt me. Except it shouldn’t hurt if I don’t care about him—and I don’t.

If I don’t get to be with someone else than neither do you.

It’s not the real reason but it’s one he’ll accept.

Absolutely not. Your ex was dealt with. He took it like the coward I knew he would be. Any other man touches you will wish he never thought it. You will regret it if you welcome his touch as well.

A shiver goes up my spine. Holy shit, he really killed Ben. He is the psycho I called him last night. Last night he didn’t hesitate to remind me we already covered he was indeed psycho. He is really and truly psycho and he really and truly had no problem with it. And what does that mean, I’ll regret it?

I’ll regret it?

Why does the threat not scare me but excite me? As big and muscle-bound as Sandro is, I’m not afraid of him. Sandro is too controlled to lose his temper and hurt me.

Turning you over my knee until your ass is so red you can’t sit down without remembering it for a week will be more than enough you won’t make the same mistake again.

Why the hell is that hot?

I’m not a child.

I type it more to cover what the warning does to me.

Don’t act like one and you won’t be treated like one. It’s either a spanking or bring you to the edge of orgasm without letting you come for an hour. Trust me, you will beg me for the spanking. On second thought, I love the sound of you begging me. The first time you need to be punished, you can pick.

There is something wrong with me for the way wet heat scalds my panties as I read it over and over.

All you think about is sex. Good to know you’re like all men.

I climb into bed and bury my face in the silky pillowcase. The silky pillowcase he slept on. The silky pillowcase I kept from being washed so I could keep smelling him.

Ah, in that case I did not give you as much pleasure as you gave me. I did think you managed to move much too quickly. If I had known you were a virgin, things would have gone very differently. I promise to make it up to you for hours on end.

The man is insane. The only reason I moved as quickly as I did was because of sheer fear lighting a fire under my ass. When my feet hit the floor, my legs almost gave out from under me.

Hunting for compliments is beneath you

I type out fast and all at once I wish I could see him.

Praise not given when it’s due stifles both. How is the wedding planning going?