Page 30 of Brutal Vows

She stares at nothing for a few seconds as emotions play over her face. The blush on her cheeks deepens and interest sparks in her clear green eyes, but she scowls and thrusts her elbow into my abdomen. Her hit lands surprisingly hard considering her lack of lead up, so I humor her with a grunt and tighten my grip on her hip.

She wraps her arm around her front and continues brushing her teeth as though she said all she needed to with her outburst.

Unable to hide my amusement, I keep watching her in the mirror as I join her in scrubbing my teeth. When white frothescapes her mouth and trails down her chin, she squeaks and leans over the sink.

Her ass bumps against me. I take advantage and dig my fingertips into her hip, holding her right where I want her, and nestle my cock between her ass cheeks. Without missing a beat as I continue to brush my teeth, I treat myself with a slow thrust of my cock against her soft, warm backside. Her shirt rides up to reveal the bottom curve of her ass.

She jabs her heel into my shin and tries to duck out of the bathroom—with bubbles dripping down her chin and her toothbrush in hand—but I grab her nape and yank her against me. She grunts and lifts her toothbrush over her shoulder like it’s a knife she intends to stab into me. I catch her wrist and force her fist behind her head before transferring it to my other hand and pinning it against her nape. The position ensures her breasts flatten against my chest and the shirt rides up on her legs.

Bafflement widens her eyes, and for a moment, she seems truly lost, like she can’t believe I caught her so quickly.

I smirk and realize the anesthesiologist gave me a secret superpower. Not feeling pain below my knees comes in handy when a crafty little kitten tries to escape.

I spit my toothbrush into the sink and turn on the faucet before I say, “That wasn’t very smart, was it,gattina?”

She pushes against me with her other arm, but I pivot and press her ass against the edge of the counter before cupping my hand under the faucet and ferrying water into my mouth.

Her startled inhale as I bend her backward to spit into the sink hardens my cock to steel.

I rinse my hand and wipe her face with my wet fingers before grabbing the hand towel off the holder and dabbing her face dry. After scrubbing the water off my face, I trail the terrycloth down her throat.

“Didn’t I warn you already,gattina? Are you testing me to see how far I’ll go?”

“But I didn’t bite you,” she snarls.

My previous threat echoes in my ears.Bite me again, gattina, and see just how far I’m willing to go.

Mirth and respect bubble up in me, but the feel of her body pressed against mine and the scent of her arousal steal my thoughts.

As gentle and sweet as the scent of vanilla, her natural aroma begs for me to dive between her legs and feast for days. It would be so easy to lie her back on the counter, pin her knees to her ears, and live out my newest fantasy, but fear fills her eyes and she stops testing my hold.

“I’m sorry. I was just defending myself. You went too far first,” she says.

She’s mine. There’s no such thing as too far.

I bite back my initial retort and drop my head back, aiming my face toward the ceiling. While it would be so easy to ravage her and slake my lust, luring her in and drawing out her pleasure would be so much more satisfying.

I inhale through my nose, savoring her delicious smell, and drop my hands to either side of her on the counter before tilting my face down toward hers. She doesn’t move despite her awkward position.

“What would you have done if I hadn’t caught you just now?” I growl.

“Locked myself in the bedroom.”

Her response isn’t what I expect, but she says it so quickly and with such conviction, I know she’s telling the truth.

“Why wouldn’t you go for the front door?”

“I don’t have your car keys and definitely can’t outrun you beyond a few yards.”

“What about the kitchen for a weapon?”

“Unless you left a Glock on the counter, I’m not winning.”

I huff in both exasperation and amusement. Her honest responses intrigue me, and I long for more verbal sparring with her even as sexual frustration pulses through me.

“What would you have gained by going back into the bedroom?” I ask.

“A door between us and maybe ten seconds to convince you to leave me alone tonight.”

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