Page 19 of Brutal Vows

I sink my nails into his wrist and shiver as he runs lascivious eyes down my front.

With my shirt gathered under my armpits and my bra sliced down the back, the material barely covers my breasts. My nipples pebble from the cold, wet material and his hungry gaze.

With an amused quirk of his brow, he traces the scars on my stomach with his callused fingertips.

I release his wrist to shove his hand away, but he swats my bound arms aside and grabs my breast.

“Where’s your tattoo then, Julieta?”

My brain trips over itself as lightning arcs from my breast to my core. His big, hot palm and long, possessive fingers send molten lava through my veins.

“I-I got it removed,” I stutter.

Embarrassment heats my face as my breathy voice echoes in my ears.

“Where are the burn marks?”

“Laser treatment doesn’t leave marks any anymore.”

He hums a noncommittal note and kneads my breast before leaning down and nuzzling my temple.

I can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t breathe. He’s too close. Too big. Too hard.

“True. They don’t,” he murmurs.

Yearning fills my soul when he brushes his lips over my temple. Need morphs my core into a lake of magma as he flexes his fingers around my throat and pinches my nipple.

“Especially when you never had a tattoo in the first place,” he whispers against my flesh.

I gasp. He dips his head and licks the shell of my ear.

“So, which Giordano twin are you? Loretta? Livia? Which one thought their stepsister might have had a tattoo?” he asks.

My brain takes an embarrassing amount of time to process his words as he kneads my breast, tightens his grip around my throat, and curls his tongue into my ear.

“Coglione! You tricked me.Fanculo!” I hiss and buck.

His low groan arrows straight to my center. He thrusts his hips and grinds his half-hard yet terrifyingly massive cock against my sex. A breathy whimper escapes my throat, but I muffle it with my clenched teeth as he thrusts again and highlights the slippery warmth filling my panties.

“I’ve asked you twice now,gattina. Will you lie to me a third time?” he murmurs as he tilts my chin up with his hand around my throat and trails his lips along my jawline.

“And I told you I’m not a kitten,” I snarl. “Get off me.”

“But you hiss, spit, and scratch like one. I bet I could tame you with a few sweet words and have you purring from a few strokes of my fingers,” he chuckles.

His demeaning tone is too much, and I lash out the only way I can.

I bite his cheek.

He snarls, wraps both hands around my throat, and squeezes. Darkness rises from my compressed jugular and everything fades to black.

I wake with a jolt as he grabs my shoulders and lifts me off the counter. My pulse pounds in my head. The world spins.

Pain spears through my abdomen as Ermanno tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Sluggish and weak, I dig my elbows into his back and kick my bound legs, but he cups his hand around the back of my thigh and squeezes. His fingers brush against my sex and his thumb digs into the globe of my ass.

“Bite me again,gattina, and see just how far I’m willing to go,” he growls.

Dizziness and nausea steal the fight from my limbs. I clamp my teeth together and swallow the excess saliva flooding my mouth as he stalks through the apartment to a dimly lit bedroom.

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