Page 38 of Vengeful Vows

Shock holds me immobilized, but his carefully delivered words crash desire through me. Though he hasn’t touched me yet, I am wet for him.

He slides his fingers from my belly button down across my pubis. Then he lifts them to stroke the insides of my thighs.

“Keep your gaze on me.”

Nodding, I do so.

“I can smell you, Bella. I didn’t need to have you suck my fingers, did I?”

My mouth parts, but no words emerge.

“Are you always as easy to arouse?”

“I don’t really know.” That’s the truth. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Possession flares in the depths of his eyes. “And you won’t with anyone else for the rest of your life.”

Once more, he is the same, frightening man who’d been in that room when Lorenzo joined us.

He dances his touch across the neatly trimmed hair that’s the only modesty I have left. Then he slides between my feminine folds, making me dig my heels into the mattress.

“Is this what you were thinking about when I caught you with your hand in your panties?”

“Yes,” I whisper miserably.

His touch gentle, he eases one finger inside me, barely, and I gasp. “So slick. So tight.” Slowly he inserts another then stretches me apart.

I’ve never felt anything this wicked.

“On our wedding night, I will accept the gift of your innocence.”

Furiously, I scowl. “On our wedding night?”Not now?

“We’re in Vegas. We can make that happen within the hour.”

Frantically I shake my head. But part of me is desperate enough to agree to anything to find relief.

He plays with my clit, bringing me to the very edge before moving away to strip off my dress and bra.

Gently he presses me back down in my naked vulnerability.

“Keep them there.” He captures my hands and raises them above my head. “Tell me yes, Marse.”

I give him a small nod. “Yes, Marse.”

Then, because I’m not sure whether he’s serious or not about wanting to wait until his ring is on my finger, I tell him that I’m not on birth control.

“Good. Keep it that way.” Impossibly his cock becomes even bigger, filling out the front of his trousers. “There will be time for that. I won’t be taking you, as much as it kills me not to. No matter what, don’t close your legs.”

What are you going to do?

Marcello kneels between my legs and licks my pussy.

Sensation rockets through me, and I scream.

“The louder and harder you do that, the more I will like it. Now be my good girl and put your buttocks back on the mattress and don’t lift them unless I give you permission.”

Once more, he spreads me apart with his fingers.