Page 59 of Stolen Vows

I gulp down a breath. “Huh?”

“You’retight, wife. I can’t fucking see straight.” He somehow keeps me up with his hips, shoving the hand on my thigh between us to toy with me. “If you don’t loosen up, I’m going to come before I’ve even fucked you.”

For some reason, that makes my lungs constrict. “In me?”

“What?”

My breaths grow shallow, and I dip my chin, looking up at him through my lashes. “Are you going to come in me?”

He lifts his head, and I feel him slide out slowly. His fingers continue strumming my clit, making delicious tension coil in my stomach. Our eyes stay locked as he retreats, and then his hips snap forward, filling me instantly with every hard inch of him.

I see stars.

“Be careful with requests of that nature,” he says, grinding each word. “Your father didn’t give me his firstborn, so I’m liable to ensure I get yours.”

Oh my God.It feels like a threat…or a promise.

Either way, his words send a fresh spray of goose bumps down the length of my arms. My pussy spasms, arousal spinning like a broken record in my veins, building and building. The idea of being shackled to him in such a permanent way should have me pushing him off and running for the hills, but instead, I’m pulling him closer and fusing his lips to mine.

As if startled by the kiss, he flinches into it. A moment later, though, he’s tugging at my roots and angling my head so he can delve deeper. With each sloppy tangling of our tongues, he fucks me slowly, sawing his cock in and out as if actually trying to cut me in half.

When he grabs beneath my knees, using the leverage to push them to the wall and spread me as wide as I can go, an anguished moan works its way from my chest. My eyes flutter closed as waves of spiked euphoria rush through me.

“No,” he snaps, and I gaze up at him immediately. “Lookat what I’m doing to you. Watch my cock make a mess of your pretty cunt.”

The filthy words and the lewd sounds are too enticing. I exhale shakily, forcing myself to stare at where we’re connected. Inch after luscious inch of him disappears inside me with each flex forward, then reappears like magic when he moves back.

I’m enthralled at the sight of my juices coating him. So much so that I can’t help but reach down, sliding two fingers over his shaft in a V shape,feelinghim on top of just watching it. Almost as if I need the touch to truly be grounded in this moment.

“Jesus.That’s…fuck, baby. So fucking hot.”

My brows rise, and my heart stutters in my chest. “Really?”

Sweat tracks down his face, and he adjusts his hold on my legs, wrapping them around his waist. We’re flush, our bodies lined up, and he pushes all the way in with a nod. My fingers brush my slick, swollen skin and come away saturated.

“I’m gonna go fast,” he says, speeding up even before he’s gotten the words out.

Every thrust makes my ass squeak on the glass, and I can’t help wondering what the people outside think again. If they’re looking up here, watching Stella Ricci’s deflowering.

My synapses hum with excitement.

I focus on Leo’s cock as it slides in and out of me, between my fingers, its silky, smooth shape reaching spots inside me that I didn’t know existed. He hoists me higher, moving deeper, until I’m clawing at his chest with my free hand, half mad with the desire to climb him.

My fingers catch on the tie that’s still around his neck, and I slip, trying to keep myself afloat. Instinctually, I hook my thumb on the fabric and draw tight, cinching it at the base of Leo’s neck.

Shock shadows his features for the briefest moment. I go to remove my hand, fear combining with lust, just like it did seven years ago.

I expect him to shove me away and withdraw. I expect some kind of punishment.

But just like he did the night we married, Leo De Tore surprises me by leaning into the threat. He covers my fist with his own before I can pull away and forces it closer to his throat.

“Tighter,” he huffs—no, not quite a huff. It’s more like a whimper, something born from despair. He moves faster, fucking me in earnest, his hips bruising mine each time he plunges back in. “Make me come, baby. I need it bad.”

My eyes widen at the heavy plea in his voice, and my tongue is thick in my mouth. “I don’t know what I’m doing… It couldkillyou.”

His grin stokes a fire deep in my belly. “What a way to go.”

He makes my limbs feel wobbly, and I pull at the tie, watching it constrict around him until his skin blooms a dark pink. His nostrils flare, and I release the pressure, watching him for signs of distress or retaliation.

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