Page 50 of Vengeful Vows

Instantly my pussy weeps with need, and I groan.

“Do you fantasize about this?”

He knows I do.

“Your clit was swollen before I even touched you.”

I’m aching for his tenderness, desperate for an orgasm.

He releases me and steps back.

Furiously I frown.

“Straighten your clothing; otherwise everyone will know what I’ve done to you,” he commands.

“Bastard,” I swear softly.

“Play with fire, little flower, and you’ll get burned.”

Which means he’s sending me to work throbbing with need and consumed by thoughts of him.

“Antonio is waiting for you.”

Trying to gather myself, I close my eyes, shutting out the image of Marcello’s gorgeous, smirking features.

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

His favorite words. I look at him as I say, “Yes, Marse.”

He fists his hand into my hair, dislodging a pin and sending the locks tumbling over my shoulders.

“I’ll see you this evening.” He brushes his thumb pad across one of my eyebrows and leans closer. “Heed my warning, Bella. If you touch yourself, I will know.”

All he would have to do is ask, and I would be unable to lie.

“Then you will find yourself tied to your bed every night until our wedding. I will eat you out until you’re screaming for relief. Then I will leave you completely unsatisfied.” Threat makes his words foreboding. “Do you understand?”

Since I have no doubt he will do exactly as he threatens, I whisper, “You win.”

His smile is as quick as it is satisfied. “Good girl.”

Does he know how much I live and breathe his approval?

“Go to work, Bella.” He captures my chin. “And hurry back to me. There are things you need to know.”

I frown. “Like what?”

“Tonight,” he promises, leaving me reeling with anticipation.

Then, as I pin my hair up again and head for the door, he slaps me on the ass, cascading awareness through me once again.

“Remember this.”

How can I do anything else?

“No matter what happens, remember this.”

Somewhat perplexed by his unusual behavior, I frown.