Page 36 of Vengeful Vows

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Page 36 of Vengeful Vows

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” He releases his grip on my face.

Even as I do as he says, he takes charge, capturing my mouth again, demanding entrance.

This time, he’s not as gentle. He plunders my mouth, taking without asking permission.

And I respond completely, leaning into him, kissing him back, taking what I want as well.

Our tongues dance and mate, and suddenly he’s thrusting inside my mouth as if he’s fucking me, which in a way, I suppose he is.

From deep inside, I moan, wanting this.

His maleness presses against my stomach, leaving no doubt how much he wants to possess me completely.

I crave it.

At some point, if he doesn’t take me, I will sacrifice myself to him.

With a groan of protest, he wrenches himself away from me and takes a step back.“Dio,Bella!”

My breaths are shallow, and I press my fingertips to my swollen lips.

“I need to send you to bed.”

Alone?

“Before it’s impossible.”

Capturing my shoulders, he turns me around and then gently pushes me toward my bedroom door.

My footsteps are leaden. I don’t want him to send me away.

With my hand curled around the knob, I stop, unwilling to end what he has started.

“Go,” he commands, his voice hoarse, and I know he doesn’t mean it.

Trembling, I stand my ground.

Then I hear his footsteps, heavy and purposeful on the tiles, and they get louder, telling me he’s approaching.

I resist the impulse to break the spell by looking over my shoulder.

Moments later, he’s behind me, his cock against my ass.

Then he clamps his hand over mine and opens the door. He’s going to make love to me in my room?

He scoots me forward. Then he squeezes his strong fingers into the flesh of my buttocks. His grip is harsh, making me gasp, and the tiny pain washes over me, leaving behind a trail of arousal so intense I’m afraid I’ll combust.

When his grip encourages me to cross the threshold, I do.

In moments, surely, he will claim me as his.

Once we’re near the bed, he releases me, and I turn in time to see him close the door, shutting himself off from me.

“Turn the lock, Bella,” he calls out. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll heed my warning.”

Tears sting my eyes. That’s the last thing I want.

In frustration, I defy him.




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