Page 48 of His Vicious Vow
I get a text from the men she’s back in her apartment. It doesn’t make sense. I check the cameras. My chest goes tight at the sight of her in tears.
Shit. Is she okay? All I can do is watch as she goes into the bedroom and throws herself on the bed. She wraps herself in the blankets.
It’s torture to watch as she sobs so hard I worry she’s going to make herself sick. Finally the tears stop. She goes into the bathroom to wash her face. Walking out of the bathroom she pulls her phone out. The phone she hasn’t used since she got here. I watch her key a number in from memory. My phone buzzes in my hand. Closing my eyes I send the call to voicemail.
CHAPTER 18
Carina
It’s only two rings before the call goes to voicemail which means he sent it there. My stomach twists until I wonder if I’m going to throw up. Pain unlike anything I’ve ever experienced hits me hard. I thought I was cried out—I’m not. He said to call him and he would come.
Creaking of the wood floors sends my head up. Sandro is in the open doorway of the bedroom. He’s in a tight black polo and jeans he fills to perfection.
I’m unable to blink—terrified he’ll disappear if I do. “It was you in the reflection in the window.”
He nods. “Why did you call me Carina?”
I sit up, attempting to gain some composure. Wondering how bad I look with my face swollen from crying. I’m not sure why the question has me feeling more naked than if he told me to walk down the street without any clothes on. “I was more afraid of what would happen if I didn’t.”
It’s clear he doesn’t understand. Before I can explain, he shrugs. “I don’t really care why. All I care is that you did. You understand calling me to come for you means you belong to me, completely. No more fighting me, this. You will never run again.”
His steps are loud on the wood floors. He rounds the bed until he’s mere inches away. Gracefully, he crouches by the bed so we’re eye-to-eye. A hand comes around the back of my neck pulling me to him. His grip firm yet gentle. The slight sting of electricity. It’s as strong as it was the first day. And like the first day it shocks every cell into life. Everything in me has waited, longed for his touch. “I understand.”
“Say it.” It’s a demand.
Does he need me to say it for me, or him? The words would have terrified me before I left, but only because they were true the moment I met him. “I belong to you completely. I won’t fight you or our…marriage. I will never run again.”
Satisfaction has his sapphire eyes glowing. “You are due a spanking for running.” It’s a warning as his hand closes around my throat.
I’m seriously messed up for the way my nipples tighten. “I didn’t plan it. Celia—” Oh shit. I don’t want him getting Celia in trouble.
He shakes his head. “You will take responsibility for getting on the plane.”
“I’m sorry.” I mean it.
“We’ll discuss it later, much later.”
I raise my hand to his cheek, giving into need to touch him. An entirely male sound of pleasure comes from deep inside his large chest. His mouth comes down on mine hard, fierce, almost painful. He owns me, every inch of my body belongs to him. My body knew before I did and now glories in at last giving into him.
Rough hands yank the shirt off me. My back meets the bed as he tugs my legs toward him. Throwing my arms above me I exult in the desperation rolling off him in waves. This gorgeous, sexy as fuck man wants me. Is in desperate need for me. Short, fat, me.
A growl comes out of him as he grasps both my long flowing skirt and panties and peels them off me. I flick open the pretty pink lace bra I’m wearing from the closure between my breasts. He stands over me, his large chest bellowing with effort to take in air as sapphire runs over me so very slowly.
I cup my heavy breasts in each hand, already tight and swollen with need and sigh. “Are all you going to do is look? You don’t want to touch?”
He closes his eyes, his throat working with effort. When he opens them I’m pulled under the turbulent riptide of desire churning in them. “For your sake it’s good this isn’t the first time you little brat. Loving the way my hunger for you pushes me to the edge could backfire. Open your legs and show me my pussy.”
There is no denying his demand or the fact he’s right, every inch of me is his. I open my legs and bring them up to my chest. He moves so fast I never see it coming. A large, heavy hand slaps my swollen mound.
Oh my fucking god, I see stars. Bright against the black of my squeezed shut eyes. I open my mouth to scream but he’s already smacking me there again. Then again and I want to beg him to stop–except there’s no air in my lungs.
Finally words are torn from my throat. “Please, I’m sorry Sandro. I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow. I lose count of the slaps, floating in a torrential flood of pain and ecstasy I never thought possible. When he finally stops I shudder with fear I came from it.
That hand is back around my throat yanking me up to him. “What a naughty girl you are. First you run away then your pussy weeps past your gorgeous round ass from how much you loved your punishment.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “I’ll have to come up with another punishment, my dear wife.”
He captures my mouth before I can tell him to shut up and fuck me. I swear this man is the best kisser in the fucking universe. His tongue tastes and teases me. He bites and sucks and oh god he’s driving me out of my mind from a kiss. I don’t care that my lungs are screaming for air if I die with his mouth on mine I’ll consider it the best death ever.