Page 35 of Savage Vows

“Such a needy little rebel.”

He teases my pussy.

“Ask me to finger-fuck you.”

I writhe.

“The words, Alessia.”

“You’re a beast.”

“Whose touch you’re desperate for.”

He continues to play with my clit, and an orgasm starts to uncoil deep inside me.

“Admit it.” He slides his finger a little bit deeper, then back.

Then, frustratingly, all the way out, and I whimper in protest.

Slowly he takes his finger off my clit, then moves my panties back into place. I’m shaking with unfulfilled desire.

He flips my dress down before helping me to sit up.

He’s wearing an awful, gloating smile when he maneuvers me back into my seat and reaches over me to fasten me in.

Going out of my mind, I press my legs together.

“Problem?” he asks.

I glare even as he raps on the glass to let Nash know we’re ready to be underway.

As we get closer to home and pass beneath a streetlight, I look over at him. The front of his pants is tented. He might have tormented me, but he caused an issue for himself as well. “Problem, Matteo?” Unable to resist temptation, I brush my hand down his massive erection.

Lightning fast, he captures my wrist. “Consider this my one chance to let you make another decision.” He leans toward me, breathing the same air, tension threatening to combust between us. “Because I’m warning you, Alessia. If you close your hand around my cock, I’ll have you on top of me in an instant, and I’ll fuck you ragged.”

His words are growled, making me shiver. Was that a threat? Or a promise? I don’t dare admit how much I’d like him to do exactly that.

Slowly, very slowly, I pull my hand away.

“Smart girl.”

We arrive at his stunning Tanglewood home that resembles a sprawling Italian villa with terracotta brick, ivy-covered walls, and elegant turrets. From the front, it’s easy to forget it’s a beautiful fortress.

But I know better. There’s an entire wing locked behind reinforced doors, with cameras and motion sensors monitoring every inch. Inside, there are rooms for secrets, weapons, and escape plans—a constant reminder of a life I want nothing to do with.

Even though I am staying here, I could never call this place home, no matter how beautiful.

After we pass through the iron gates, Nash drives us around the side to park in the back of the mansion, near the two sets of garages.

When I was at Elysian Hall, I had a small room, and I was completely happy. Here, all my needs are anticipated and met. Being here hasn’t changed anything for me. I’d much rather enjoy a simpler life.

As always, Matteo assists me from the vehicle, but this time he keeps hold of me, drawing me closer and placing one hand on my back, holding me captive.

Against my belly, his cock is still hard, and I instantly respond to him.

“We have unfinished business.”

The sane part of me wants to flee. But a far more dangerous impulse tempts me to experience everything he’s offering.

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